Fu Sang stared at the display screen in astonishment.
I was stunned for a long time.
The competition venue was completely silent as the director switched the camera.
RL team's fans were stunned, staring at the stage in disbelief.
The clear video shows that both the man and the woman had expressions of extreme disappointment and grief on their faces.
At this moment, no matter who it is.
They all burst into tears, and an atmosphere of grief permeated the entire stadium.
The commentary also fell silent.
Like the fans, they were stunned for a long time.
Fu Sang's heart clenched, his gaze fixed intently on the LCD TV.
They lost.
How could we have lost?
The director switched the camera to the RL team members.
Every team member looked extremely pale and unwell, as if they were in a dream and had no sense of reality.
...Qi Luo.
The aloof and noble young man was expressionless, his beautiful eyes dull and lifeless.
It seems like... I've lost everything.
The narrator's voice, choked with suppressed sobs, came through the narrator's lips.
"Congratulations to Team GX for advancing to the quarterfinals, and it's sad that Team RL will be leaving the stage, stopping at the round of 16..."
Fu Sang's mind went blank.
I stared blankly at the boys' forlorn figures.
How is this possible...?
Previously, professional commentators were saying that Team RL was very strong and that they would win the championship.
The cool night breeze blew into the living room, bringing a bone-chilling coolness.
The live broadcast of the match has ended.
The camera then switches to the official host interviewing members of the winning team.
"Byron, what would you like to say about today's game?"
The man, who looked like he was from Europe or America, gave a slightly mocking smile, his tone extremely contemptuous.
"It's easy, RL team isn't as strong as I thought."
"Especially Demon (*Luoshen), I think his skills are all hyped up..."
The official supporter is also a fan of the RL team.
Upon hearing this, anger flashed in his eyes, but he forced back his tears and continued the interview.
Fu Sang didn't want to see that man's ugly face.
He simply said, "Turn off the TV."
The smart home system turned off the TV.
Fu Sang grabbed Fen Lingling and asked anxiously.
"Is he alright?"
Pink Zero Zero was unusually silent.
Fusang grabbed its ear: "Speak!"
[Host, we suggest you calm down first and process the plot and memories...]
Fusang put the rabbit aside.
The 'ding-dong' sound kept ringing out.
Fu Sang quickly picked up his phone.
Before I even opened it, I saw a lot of messages.
#RL lost#
#World's strongest team has become a joke#
#RL stopped in the round of 16#
#RL fans are depressed#
The headlines of these news reports are alarming.
Fu Sang opened his phone and clicked to look.
As expected, the news on Weibo exploded, and countless insults followed.
Some people even took advantage of the situation to kick someone when they were down, and took the opportunity to trample on them.
[Haha, good riddance! A cause for celebration!]
[RL team is trash, I spit on them, why don't they just die!]
[Damn it, what a waste of my money! What kind of lousy competition is this?]
[The idiots on the RL team should just retire and get out.]
RL actually lost... Am I dreaming...?
[This is making me want to shut up! Today was incredibly embarrassing! We lost so badly to some weak European and American teams!]
[The entire RL team should go eat shit!]
[What kind of garbage are they playing?! Useless! Trash!]
[Just retire and go home! You're so bad, why are you even playing abroad?!]
Look at Qi Luo's deadpan face.
[It would be best if the plane crashed, and their ashes were sent back.]
Fu Sang pursed his lips and gritted his teeth as he looked at these extremely vicious comments.
They just lost the game...
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