Dou Siqi's voice struck from above her head.
He was wearing a jacket customized by the TS team, and the golden team logo on the cuffs dazzled under the light.
That was an honor that he would never be able to touch in his life. At this moment, Dou Siqi was kicking away the broken data disk on the ground with her toes wearing limited-edition sneakers.
"In Lucifer's team battle, one of your support stations stood in the grass in the river and was in a daze. Are you acting as a target for the opponent?
The audience in the entire competition area is watching the live broadcast. I was cut into the "Professional Winning Highlights" by your rubbish operation. Do you know that the whole network is now laughing at me for being a waste who relies on support to gain points? "
Shui Bo's throat felt bitter.
That's not his operation.
He didn't play in that game at all.
He was arranged to sit on the bench, holding a thermos cup in his hand, watching the maliciously edited video of the game on the screen, which was screenshotted, made into a GIF, and posted to major forums.
In the video, the assistant with the ID suffix "TS·Shui" made three consecutive positioning mistakes in key team battles, and finally lost the rhythm by directly exploring the bushes.
But that ID was still the training account he used at the youth training camp last night, and only he and coach Zhao Tie knew the password.
