Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

In the venue where the World League is held, many teams have entered the arena one after another. The tens of thousands of spectators in the venue are full of enthusiasm. At the same time, the number of viewers on the live broadcast platform has increased rapidly.

It's a pity that the protagonist of this topic is just watching the live broadcast leisurely in the background like everyone else.

At the same time, five lounges away from SOD, Lin Qiuran and the coach were sitting in the background, Xiao Xiaxing suddenly clamored to go on stage, Lin Qiuran coaxed for a long time, but did not hear what they said at all.

The coach of the free team knocked on his knees and silently repeated the team that was mentioned on the TV. Lin Qiuran turned her head sharply after hearing it, and a series of familiar faces came into view.

Zhao Qichen has retired, she knows it, but she still can't help but look forward to it, maybe Zhao Qichen will be next, or maybe he is backstage right now, but she immediately denied her thoughts.

According to Zhao Qichen's character, he is so strong, he will definitely not tolerate himself sitting quietly in the audience, watching others fight bloody battles on the field, while he can only be a spectator.

The more she thought about it, the more Lin Qiuran couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The little Xia Xing next to her was staring at the screen, as if she wanted to remember everyone's faces clearly, but she also seemed to be looking for someone.

Several people were preparing before the game, and the camera quickly turned to other teams. Lin Qiuran controlled his emotions, let out a breath silently, and forced himself not to think about him anymore.

At the same time, amidst the warm cheers of the audience, the game officially started.

Similarly, this competition adopts the points ranking system, a total of ten games, today is the first half, a total of five rounds.

At the beginning of the first game, the voice in the team was turned on, and the whine of the plane came from the earphones. Mao Yu concentrated and directed the battle, while the other members also stared at the screen concentratedly.

SOD got off the plane first and went to City Y. Although DS was a step late, he still followed closely behind. Soon, there was continuous gunshots from City Y, as if they had already become one.

This was Zhao Qichen's first time watching it backstage, and he was even more nervous than when he was playing, and he had never heard of it.

The camera turned to the situation of the DS team. There were only two teams left in City Y. They had already confronted SOD head-on at this moment, and the two teams were evenly matched.

"What a pity, this is still halfway through the opening, and it seems that the team is going to be wiped out."

Zhao Qichen continued to chew nuts, and Wen Zhouxing looked at him silently: "Who are you talking about destroying the team? Us?"

Zhao Qichen didn't take it seriously, and said leisurely: "Of course it's DS. You have to trust them. After watching so many games with them, this time they are obviously more serious than before."

Wen Zhouxing curled his lips, it is true, he has emphasized before trying to be conservative in the game, but that is if the team's situation is not good, now that Maoyu has chosen City Y, which has a relatively large population, it seems that he is determined to play a game Victory.

"Look at this pokerJ, can the camera be slowed down, if I have no chance to start the camera with him."

"I'll go, but you are looking for a bunker, standing outside as a target?"

Wen Zhouxing couldn't bear Zhao Qichen's poisonous tongue, and silently supported his forehead, why couldn't he think about bringing him here?

SOD-maoyu knocked out DS-pokerJ with M416.

SOD-laolang knocked down DS-pokerQ with M16A4.

"SOD started very aggressively. They knocked down two generals from DS in a row, and there were no casualties in their own team. It seems that they made a lot of preparations before the match."

"However, it is indeed a disadvantage for these two teams to meet each other. If either team does not meet, there is a high probability that they will be able to enter the finals. If this continues, both sides will suffer."

Both narrators sighed at the same time.

As soon as the words fell, the two teams had already decided the outcome, SOD lost a chubby, DS wiped out the team, and the safe zone was shrunk to Y City, so there would be enough time for SOD to rectify.

At the end of the first game, SOD ranked fifth in a single game and fourth in points.

Zhao Qichen smiled faintly in the lounge, it seemed that everyone's condition had recovered.

In the second game, SOD ranked third in a single game, and the points ranked higher to third.

In the third game, SOD ranked fourth in a single game and remained third in points.

In the fourth game, SOD ate chicken in a single game, and the points ranking remained third.

The first half of the game is coming to an end, and SOD is clinging to the third position. The top two are two European teams, and the score gap has always maintained the leading position. It is still difficult to catch up.

"Currently the only Asian teams in the top ten are SOD and DS. They are in the third and ninth positions respectively. If there are no mistakes in the first half, there should be no changes."

The commentator on the Asian side spoke calmly, and Zhao Qichen curled his lips. Although the result was not satisfactory to him, he was still satisfied.

In the last game of the first half, SOD unfortunately encountered the No.1 team when it entered the finals, and it was destroyed.

In the fifth game, SOD ranked ninth in a single game. Although the points ranking remained third, the gap with No.2 was even bigger.

DS ranks eighth in a single game, and ranks No.7 in points.

The scores of the teams ranked behind are usually not much different, and the changes are faster. HG ranked fifth in the last game, and the points leaderboard just advanced to tenth.

So far, the first half of the game is over.

Several members stretched their backs with their peripheral bags on their backs, answered a few questions to the reporters, and then returned to the lounge.

Zhao Qichen couldn't escape the reporter's questions, so Wenzhouxing sent them back in advance.

When he entered the door, he saw Zhao Qichen slumped on a chair and playing with his mobile phone. Ma Hou walked up to him first, and said with a smile: "How is it? Our performance is not bad, at least we have kept the top three positions,"

Zhao Qichen glanced at him lightly and hummed.

Ma Hou was making fun of himself, but while discussing the match with Xiaopang, the old wolf came over and poked the two of them, poked his lips at Zhao Qichen, and winked wildly.

Several people understood in an instant, Ma Hou hurriedly pulled Wen Zhouxing over, and said with a smile: "Coach, we played so hard and the second half is the day after tomorrow, why don't we celebrate tonight?"

Wen Zhouxing shook his head and sighed silently: "Let Manager Yu come back and take you there. Just now Zhao Qichen's doctor informed that he will have a reexamination tomorrow, and I have to accompany him to the north of the city tonight."

After hearing this, several people silently looked at Zhao Qichen who was still lying down, and looked at each other for a while, but no one mentioned the celebration.

Zhao Qichen, who had been lying in the corner, slowly opened his eyes, staring at the white ceiling, feeling a little uncomfortable.