"Best-----Quotes-----Montage!"

Tong Yao almost tripped as she stopped to turn to take a look at the screen, flustered. She happened to see her large face appear on the screen.

Then the sighing Old Cat.

Then the expressionless and hoarse sounded Lu Sicheng.

Then the serious looking Tong Yao.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Tong Yao covered her eyes with both her hands. But she couldn't stop from peeking out through the gaps between her fingers at the TV screen: "Didn't the backstage guy agree not to show this on the montage???"

Lu Sicheng mocked: "You idiot, did anyone actually agree with you?"

On the TV screen, Old Cat, with headphones on his head, bent slightly to look past Old K in Tong Yao's direction.

Seeing the video on screen, Tong Yao immediately plugged each ear with a finger.

The clip continued showing Tong Yao suddenly twitch her face then calmly speak.

What she said was then replayed two more times. The last time around, the editor had used the special effect and dragged the last word, like a monster roaring. There was even an animated image of a heap of crying poop right on top of her head with colored captions.

Her teammate's silent expressions appeared on screen one after another, then Little Fatty sighed.

The Tong Yao on screen then had a dramatic change in expression. She finally realized how enlarged her nostrils could be when she was stunned and that double chins of hers. The editor had given her a waterfall tears special effect.

Tong Yao clapped her hands over her face, unable to look at the screen anymore. With a long hallway and a door away from the audience, she could still hear the audience's laughter, "hahahahahahahahahaha." What followed was the part when she called out to Lu Sicheng, "Let me have a kill, let me have a kill. It took me a lot effort to come here, if you don't let me have a kill, I'll never come to bot anymore!" And then Lu Sicheng told her not to get too excited or she might poop in her pants. Judging from the laughter outside, the audience were laughing their heads off......

Tong Yao: "No way, I can't get on stage today. Lu Yue, you go up for me for this match. I need to calm down a bit."

Lu Yue: "I'm not going. I just want to see everyone laugh at you."

Little Fatty: "Don't worry."

Tong Yao: "How can they treat a teenage girl this way!!!!"

Little Fatty: "There's no gender discrimination in the Esports business."

Tong Yao helplessly waved her hand. Xiao Rui opened the door to hurry them on stage. Little Fatty dragged Tong Yao out the door. When she passed by Xiao Rui, she could clearly hear her manager say: "I really like the type of girl you are, so carefree, so down to earth, a total contrast to those flirtatious girls out there."

In the dim hallway, Tong Yao innocently widened her eyes, looked at her team manager, and felt that the whole world was talking about her.

When she came out of the long hallway, Tong Yao could hear, guffaws mixed in the applause from the audience. She rubbed her own face and walked over to her seat to sit down. She could feel a multitude of eyes sweep over her. This time, even the computer that blocked her face couldn't save her.

Tong Yao grabbed the headphones and before she put them on, muttered: "I'm in no condition to play. Today, mid is no good. You guys at top and bot just see what you can do."

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