Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 721: Chapter 710 Tense Competition

Just then, the commentators on stage began the warm-up.

Commentator A started,

"This final is incredibly exciting. The outcome of the match hinges entirely on who takes the match point in this round!"

Commentator B glanced over the audience with a half-joking tone,

"It seems we’ve got quite a crowd today, and they’ve already split into two major factions, right? The spectacle is somewhat impressive."

Qiao Jing shifted his gaze back to the screen.

The screen displayed that players from both teams had already entered and were sitting at their respective positions, starting to adjust their equipment.

The camera frequently panned to Lin Yun’s side, eliciting screams from the fans in the audience.

Then, whether the cameraman did it on purpose or not, he managed to get Lin Yun and Luca on the screen at the same time.

Luca’s fans began to cheer loudly, and Zeng Xiangyang swung his light banner with great energy, then joined the fans in chanting slogans.

"We fear neither wind nor rain, only Lin Yun not winning!"

"Fly with confidence, Lin Yun! We will always follow you!"

Hearing Zeng Xiangyang’s rather childish slogans, Qiao Jing lightly furrowed his eyebrows and tugged at the corner of his mouth with some resignation.

The commentators kept introducing on stage,

"The players have just entered, and they can already feel the fans’ enthusiasm."

"I find it quite normal, after all, this is the final! Victory or defeat, it all comes down to this!"

"..."

The match officially began, and the characters controlled by both sides walked out from the crystals.

Zeng Xiangyang watched the big screen with a tense face, his concern evident as he watched Lin Yun weaving through the jungle and asked,

"Master, who do you think will win?"

Hearing Zeng Xiangyang’s worried words, Qiao Jing’s eyebrows slightly raised.

"Don’t you believe in Lin Yun?"

Normally, Zeng Xiangyang should consider Lin Yun the best in the world; it was unlikely for him to doubt the other side’s victory.

But now he was asking which side would win?

Zeng Xiangyang let out an "aiya," frowned, and looked troubled.

"You don’t know, Master, but Luca soloed with Brother Lin Yun in three rounds before, and Brother Lin Yun only won one of them, the other two were ties."

In his heart, he actually believed that Brother Lin Yun would win, but Luca’s strength was not to be underestimated, which was why he was a bit worried.

Qiao Jing’s gaze tightly followed the character controlled by Lin Yun, sparing some attention to observe the enemy’s movements.

After watching for a while, she slowly said,

"Judging by the current situation, both sides are quite stable, but Lin Yun’s economy is a bit higher than the opponent’s."

In her heart, she was still somewhat nervous for Lin Yun; after all, this was the global finals, and Zeng Xiangyang had mentioned, Luca was Lin Yun’s most formidable opponent.

Although she didn’t understand much about e-sports, she still hoped that Lin Yun would win the championship, because, after all, a professional player’s prime years are limited.

Heartened by Qiao Jing’s words, Zeng Xiangyang found some comfort and rallied his spirits.

"Brother Lin Yun will definitely win! Give him the gold, and he can carry us to victory!"

After saying this, he once again started shouting slogans at the top of his lungs.

Qiao Jing’s attention was on both teams, carefully observing their movements. noveldrama

The first clash between the two sides began, with Lin Yun immediately switching to stealth mode and sneaking behind the enemy through the bushes.

With his economic advantage, he quickly secured the first kill.

"First Blood!"

The instant the sound effect rang out, the entire venue erupted, all chanting Lin Yun’s name in unison.

"Lin Yun! Lin Yun! Awesome!"

The commentators on stage were also excitedly narrating.

"Lin Yun has taken first blood here and has already gained a significant advantage in the early game!"

"Just now, Lin Yun chose to flank and target the marksman despite there being three enemies. That was unexpected!"

"..."

Qiao Jing watched as the character controlled by Lin Yun was left with just a sliver of health and slightly narrowed her phoenix eyes.

"Lin Yun made a mistake just now."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiangyang subconsciously cursed.

"You think you’re so great, you—"

He hadn’t finished speaking when he realized that it was Qiao Jing who had made the remark. He quickly covered his mouth and observed her expression.

After confirming that Qiao Jing wasn’t angry, he adopted a humble demeanor, eager to learn.

"I didn’t mean what I just said, Master. It was a reflex... Master, where do you think Brother Lin Yun made the mistake?"

His master’s skills were on par with Lin Yun, and moreover, after just a few rounds at the king’s level, he was already so impressive.

It wasn’t bragging; if his master trained for a few more days, he definitely could reach championship level!

Qiao Jing pursed her red lips, watching as Lin Yun’s character farmed in the jungle to regenerate health.

"The opposing support was keeping an eye on the bush he was in. He should have circled around from another bush, and his health wouldn’t have dropped so much."

Zeng Xiangyang imagined the situation in his mind and found that it seemed really like what Qiao Jing described.

"Master, you’re amazing! But luckily, Brother Lin Yun didn’t die. Otherwise, the first blood would have gone to the opponent!"

What followed on the field was Lin Yun seizing the early advantage and beginning a killing spree. He won the first round in just half an hour.

The venue suddenly boiled over, shouting Lin Yun’s and Star’s team name.

Zeng Xiangyang, excited, suddenly jumped up and turned to Qiao Jing with a broad smile, his voice uncontrollably louder.

"Master! Brother Lin Yun won!! I knew luca could never beat Brother Lin Yun, haha!"

This shout was heard by the nearby audience, and since almost all the VIP seats were taken by Lin Yun’s fans, they were celebrating with Zeng Xiangyang right now.

It was only Qiao Mengtong, sitting opposite Qiao Jing, whose face darkened under her mask and began looking for the person who made the comment.

When she saw Zeng Xiangyang, she rolled her eyes, just about to make a comment when she spotted Qiao Jing sitting next to Zeng Xiangyang.

Upon seeing Qiao Jing, a sinister gleam flickered in Qiao Mengtong’s eyes.

She remembered the incident at the breakfast shop last time all too well! She had made up her mind not to let Qiao Jing off easily!

Today seemed like a good day to seek an opportunity.

Qiao Jing, who was still being pulled into sharing the joy by Zeng Xiangyang, suddenly became aware of a gaze staring at her.

She furrowed her brows slightly but didn’t pay attention to the gaze for now, instead, she looked at the victory screen of the match and nodded lightly.

"Yeah, I saw."

After responding to Zeng Xiangyang, Qiao Jing followed the source of the gaze and found it was that rascal Lin Yun looking in her direction.

At this moment, the victorious Lin Yun on the field subconsciously looked towards where Qiao Jing was sitting.

Since Qiao Jing was in the front row of VIP seats, Lin Yun saw her at first glance.

Zeng Xiangyang, while cheering, happened to meet Lin Yun’s gaze and frantically waved the light sign in his hand.

"Master! Brother Lin Yun is looking over here!"