I'm really not a mid laner

Chapter 62 Interview
However, Chen Ye just watched Brother Holy Gun's back walking towards the backstage without saying a word.

After so many baptisms before, Chen Ye already understood one thing.

During interviews like this, the more he deliberately tried to change the audience's impression, the more likely it would have a completely opposite effect.

For example, the previous Brave incident was entirely his own fault.

If I didn't let Brave say those words, the hostess probably wouldn't praise herself like that, which would lead to her complete criticism.

How should I put it, the more at this time, the more calm I have to be!

As long as I don't deliberately let Brother Holy Gun mention me, then my post-match style evaluation is unlikely to change.

As for the post-match analysis post?

Hehe, Chen Ye said without exaggeration that he was not afraid of this at all.

I am now an honorable LPL mid laner, not the one whose audience is so small that a post can change their impression!

Thinking, Chen Ye looked into his system space.

"In this game, 40% of the audience think that the host is a thigh, and 60% of the audience think that the host is a bastard."

The competition has ended, and there are not many things that may affect the reputation!
As long as there is no accident, I can maintain this ratio until the reward is settled.

By then, won't 30 be easily obtained?
What is this called?
This is called staying the same and responding to all changes!

As Chen Ye thought about it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

But after thinking about it, he was a little worried, so he simply opened the live broadcast room of the game and watched the post-match interview of the game.

The barrage at this time was very lively.

"Wow, this top laner is so fierce, Flandre, yyds!"

"Hey, this top laner is so good, why didn't EDG use it before? Could it be a secret weapon?"

"What kind of secret weapon, if it is really a secret weapon, how can it be used in this kind of ordinary competition?"

"Indeed, but this top laner is really fierce. EDG's two substitutions during this period are very powerful. To be honest, the two of them are completely big C."

"Do you think ye has a fatigue time for skills? C once cools down the skill, and you can play C again after playing a few more games?"

"No, ye has performed well enough in this game. Without his early support, the top laner can't develop so comfortably..."

Boom!
Chen Ye poked the screen hard and turned off the barrage.

What analyst?Can you speak? C's is obviously Flandre, so what does it matter to me?

After turning off the barrage, Chen Ye stared at the screen and began to immerse himself in watching the post-match interview.

Brother Holy Gun was obviously not used to interviews, and he looked very shy. After saying hello following the rhythm of the host, the host directly entered the interview session.

"In this game, what impressed you the most about the opponent's top laner?"

After the hostess asked this sentence, she looked at Brother Saint Gun with a smile, waiting for the answer.

Chen Ye gave the hostess a compliment, right, the topic should be all about the opponent.

Facing this question, Brother Holy Gun pushed his eyes and thought for a while, then said: "I think, the opponent's top laner is quite good in terms of laning strength. However, in terms of preventing gank, it is still somewhat lacking. "

The hostess nodded with a smile, and then asked: "Then in the second game, you had a wave of big dragons that decided the outcome in the mid-term, and you also made a perfect wave of backtracking."

"May I ask what you think in this wave?"

Chen Ye was taken aback, and then began to pray frantically.

Flandre...do something, Flandre!
Nabo Shengqiang's back evasion was completely done by him following Chen Ye's command.

So if Brother Holy Gun really told the truth, Chen Ye could imagine what kind of impact it would have on the audience.

It's true...why does this hostess ask about that group instead of other places?

Chen Ye sighed inwardly, and then fixed his eyes on Brother Holy Gun in the picture, hoping that he could awaken the soul of cupping at this time.

In the interview screen, Brother Saint Gun held up the microphone and showed a shy smile.

"That wave, that wave was not a decision I made. It was our mid laner Ye who said that he could go around the back, and then directed me all the way, bypassing the opponent's vision."

"And when the team started, he called me to enter the arena, and I entered the arena. So this wave is not so much that I circled back and circled well, it is better to say that he directed it well."

"Because I completely, just did what he said."

The hostess didn't seem to expect that she would get such an answer, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows in a little surprise.

When Chen Ye heard these words, his heart was shocked, and the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.

Then, he opened the barrage almost subconsciously.

"???? Fuck, that wave of operations was directed by ye? I thought it was the top laner's choice."

"Isn't it ye, at such a critical moment, can you still distract your teammates and make such a command that you can't make any mistakes?"

"Damn it, EDG's mid laner really has something, nothing else. But I feel that this mid laner is really the feeling of the team's brain."

"Indeed, he is the kind of nanny who raises teammates in the early stage, and then becomes the brain of the team in the middle and late stages. Those who are raised by him seem to have become swords in his hand!"

"That's right, that's right! That's the feeling. I said, how can the top laner still make such a calm choice at this time."

"I have to say that EDG made a wonderful choice to bring ye on the field."

"That's right, at such critical times, relying on one person's command directly established the victory. Otherwise, if Kled continues to charge forward, the outcome is hard to say."

"Ye, how many surprises are there in you, waiting for us to discover?"

Chen Ye was so numb that he almost didn't bring it up on the spot.

Then, after he recovered, he almost subconsciously looked into his system space.

"In this game, 42% of the audience think that the host is a thigh, and 58% of the audience think that the host is a bastard."

This ratio was still fluctuating, until the audience who thought Chen Ye was a thigh reached 45%, and finally stabilized.

Chen Ye suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of the numbers jumping so fast made him extremely nervous just now.

Fortunately, I didn't skip the 50% line all at once.Fortunately, many viewers did not have the habit of watching post-match interviews.

Then, just when Chen Ye thought everything was fine, he heard the hostess speak again.

(End of this chapter)