Jiang Yihan's voice was childish, with a bit of carelessness and indifference.
If it is not a team competition, you cannot withdraw.
As early as the moment he learned that Shao Yijin had an accident, he would have chosen to abandon the game.
After all, he can easily access the Shaw Group's network, let alone an event of this level.
To him, it was like a max-level boss returning to the Novice Village, without much challenge at all.
I just signed up because I was bored and didn't want to go to school.
Jiang Yihan thought to himself, but he didn't know that his words sounded like a provocation to others.
This is a national competition!
Even at the youth level, it is not as intense as those in the adult group.
But those who can reach the finals are also the best in their age group.
Maybe they will become the pillars of the programming world in the future, but such a group of people are so despised by a five-year-old child.
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I immediately threw down my stool.
Especially at this time, as the opponent of the Holy Sword, the team sitting in the opposite room - Dark Night Netherworld.
His soul was ignited in an instant.
One of the members with a bad temper even yelled angrily:
"Grass (a kind of plant)! Where does a child come from? He doesn't even have all his teeth yet dares to talk nonsense! He's not afraid of his tongue flashing in the wind!"
"The little brat just loves to show off! If he has any abilities, let's see how I teach him to be a good person later."
"Okay, then Xiao Wu will deal with that child later, and the others will attack their security loopholes with all their strength."
"You guys hold on tight for now, and I'll come and help you when I'm done with him. When the time comes, five versus four, I won't be able to beat them all to pieces!"
The man known as Xiaowu promised firmly.
Others also have full confidence in him.
As soon as the game started, the division of labor was clearly divided into two groups.
One team went to attack the loopholes in the Holy Sword, and the other team went to attack the five-year-old child who was talking nonsense.
…
Competition venue
Inside the organizer’s private room
A handsome man wearing a white shirt and black trousers was sitting on the sofa.
The ironed neckline is meticulously buttoned, and the noble temperament of the whole body makes people feel unattainable.
Not far from his head, there were several elite-looking men in suits sitting around.
His face was trembling and his movements were reserved. It was obvious that he did not dare to be too presumptuous due to the presence of the man above him.
But soon, their eyes were attracted by the event broadcast on the huge screen in the room.
As the dark night approaches fiercely, the overwhelming attack becomes more and more intense.
Several people's faces showed solemn expressions, and they were all worried about the Holy Sword Team.
After all, from the preliminary round to now, they have watched the emerging team of Holy Sword grow all the way.
He is also very optimistic about this dark horse team.
Now that I see it in such a difficult situation, my mood is naturally affected unconsciously.
One of the men couldn't help but sigh and said with emotion:
"Oh, the kid still can't hold his breath. If he hadn't made any provocation at the beginning and caused the opponent to open fire, he might be able to take a breather. Now under such a war attack, if the Holy Sword still wants to be preserved, I'm afraid
It’s difficult.”
"It's true. The opponent's morale has been boosted before the game even started. In the final analysis, that kid is too impulsive. With such a sharp edge, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the opponent's anger. Alas..."
The person who agreed sighed, looked at the person above him again, and finally said no more.
Others also looked at their noses and hearts, hiding their worries and sighs in their hearts, but at this moment they heard the man above them say:
"It's not that easy."
His deep and magnetic voice is as mellow as wine, with a majesty that belongs only to those in power, and others cannot imitate it.
But even so, people present still thought they were hearing hallucinations.
However, they all turned their heads to look upward in unison, speaking with uncertainty:
"Mr. Shao?"
Then they looked at each other, each wanting to confirm a piece of information in the other's eyes.
Did Mr. Shao speak just now?
Before they could get answers from each other, Shao Zhanlin already signaled to Zhou Jin:
"Switch to the boy's independent perspective."
After receiving the order, Zhou Jin quickly followed it.
After the perspective was cut, those present discovered that the little boy had actually divided his energy into three parts, and was able to neutralize most of Dark Night's attacks by himself.
As for the others, they just cooperated with the little boy's actions.
"First anger the opponent, and then end the fight as quickly as possible. It seems that the kid is really in a hurry."
Shao Zhanlin's thin lips lightly opened as he tapped the armrest with his slender, white fingers.
"That boy is the one in charge of their team."
The others chewed on what Shao Zhanlin meant.
That is to say...
Might all this not be an impulse, but a strategy planned from the beginning?
If this is the case, then this kid is too awesome!
It was so powerful that it made them think deeply...
Compared to the horror of others, Shao Zhanlin was somewhat interested and ordered Zhou Jin:
"Give me a copy of the boy's information, the more detailed the better."