Revenge Of The Sexy Wife

“Lawrence’s operation is really good, I lost my words.”

“I’m fucking, literally, going crazy, tongue tied with excitement.”

“Starting today, never again I will never feel like a talented young man again.”

“Lawrence, it’s up to you today, take us to win.”

Inside the headphones, all the teammates were shouting in awe.

But Lawrence remained calm as ever.

He continued, on his own up the road, playing his lines as if he were a lonely and splendid god.

Thirteen minutes in, Lawrence took his teammates and won the first set.

The length of time was so short that fans on stage cried out that it wasn’t enough –

“Ah is it so short? It is not enough.”

“My god , thirteen minutes and it’s over a game.”

“Guess, XS will be leaving work early again today.”

“XS never works overtime.”

Live pop-ups –

[XS is great, but FPK is very strong, actually by others 13 minutes away? What a shame.]

[S is really a god, he is a newcomer and his light actually overshadows all.]

[This game is like a big show for S alone, okay?]

Two commentators –

Commentator A, “Oh my god. Let’s congratulate the XS team for taking the first set.”

Commentator B, “Oh my god, I need quick fixes. With just this S, I can’t really think of what the XS team needs to do next to lose.”

Commentator A, “This match is like a big show for S alone. It made my scalp tingle.”

Commentator B, “Is a player like that real?”

Commentator A, “Today, S proved himself with his perfect operation.”

On the XS team’s side, everyone looked at the word victory on the screen and all showed a relaxed expression.

The team once again blew flatters at Lawrence –

“In all my years of playing professionally, this is the first time I’ve met a teammate as godly as you.”

“I think that we’ve really played easier since you’ve been here.”

“Lawrence, you are a god, and it’s so much easier for us because of you.”

“Lawrence, make sure you take us to win.”

At the sound of his voice, Lawrence put down his headphones and looked at his teammates with shallow hooked lips, but with his usual air of calmness.

The cheers of the fans on stage almost drowned out everything.

But Lawrence didn’t even care.

He got up in silence and headed backstage to rest.

The fans couldn’t help but scream even more wildly again at the sight of such a Lawrence –

“His back is really handsome, S is really the ultimate prince charming.”

“It’s so lonely and cold!”

“I can’t, I’m going to be a Lawrence’s fan.”

Lawrence’s teammates heard the fans cheer.

Although the arrival of Lawrence stole a lot of their thunder.

But they don’t care.

They are people who like to operate.

They are all really happy to have someone in the team who likes to operate more.

After everyone looked at each other, they followed Lawrence and reached the backstage.

Once they arrived in the backstage lounge, they all got together and discussed the next BP.

Now it’s three out of five because it’s the summer playoffs.

They had to take two more sets of wins next to really be considered sorted.

So, everyone took it extra seriously.

The team’s BP is all under the control of Alex alone.

And Alex is a very nice coach, and he asks for everyone’s opinion after he has set it.

However, because Alex said the combinations were great, no one had any comments.

About ten minutes later, the second game started.

Everyone walked onto the stage and took their seats for the second set of the match.

They all looked more relaxed than they did at the start because they had the first win and were the first to take the match point.

The whole person is in a much more relaxed state.

After the line-up was confirmed, the live stream pop-ups exploded –

[Calista? Sis really not going out of his way yet.]

[What kind of weird top hero is this?]

[Really looking more and more like Alex.]

[Awesome.]

Soon, the second game began.

In the opening game, the four men on the opposite side of the field, rallied up the road.

Once again, with his manipulation, Lawrence killed four people on the opposite side.

After the four on the other side fell to the ground, Lawrence still had a trace of blood left.

At this time, the only remaining player on the opposite side of the field ran over and tried to kill Lawrence.

Seeing this, Lawrence immediately dodged all the skills of the opposite fighter by virtue of his positioning.

And then it was a quick step into the stealthy grass for stealth.

Then, while the opposite side was looking for him, Lawrence took him away in two direct moves.

At this time, the audience in the arena were all confused –

“I just thought S was going to get killed.”

“It was really close just now, and he didn’t even run?”

“Even if he doesn’t run, he goes up to kill.”

“If I were this player, I’d be psyching myself up.”

Live pop-ups –

[At this point, I don’t know what to say.]

[Haven’t seen such extreme action in a long time.]

[Today, it’s destined to be a one-man show for S.]

[S is good!]

[Why do you think you messed with him?]

[Ask the opposite fielders for their psychological shadow area.]

Two commentators –

Commentator A, “That operation took my breath away, didn’t you?”

Commentator B, “First time I knew Calista could be played like that.”

Commentator A, “Why can’t my Calista wreak havoc up the road like that?”

Commentary B, “Same question.”

And Lawrence’s teammates were just as excited as everyone else –

“Lawrence, you can do it.”

“Lawrence, nice. You take us to win.”

“Lawrence, you will win.”

“I have a feeling that after today’s fight, Lawrence is going to win the title.”

“A lot of people have started calling him S-God.”

The teammates’ shouting was like thunder inside the headset, but Lawrence remained unmoved.

At this time, the guide turned the screen, on to Lawrence, whose calmness, once again, shocked, the two commentators –Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.