On this day of that year, you trolled CR's new shooter for more than ten floors on a certain blog, saying that he was nothing but a face, his hands were shaking like that, and he shouldn't play professionally if he was such a bad player.
A year later, you like the CR World Championship post and look at the shooter who is surrounded by the team holding the championship trophy with a peach-like face and eyes like stars. You tremble and type the next sentence: bb, I am your dog! Master, don't you want me anymore?
An hour later someone will leave you a comment: It's on the roadside where it came from, queue up!
After winning the World Championship, the host asked CR's jungler, what is the motivation that keeps you going all the way in this World Championship?
The stern-faced jungler was silent for a few seconds, then raised the microphone and said, "I don't want to see the shooter cry anymore."
I don't want to see your tears of self-blame and collapse anymore, Xiaotao—I want to see you at your most high-spirited, cheering and jumping into my arms after winning the game. I want to see you become the world champion at the age of nineteen. When you raise your hand in greeting, everyone says you are invincible.
Cute little peach girl × taciturn and fierce dog brother
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