To play is to win!

Maybe it was because of overexcitement, but the car on the return journey was quiet, with a group of sleeping guys.

Coming out of the venue, Guan Hong followed Su Wenle, ready to comfort him at any time.

However, the people around him remained silent except for that sentence.

There was no noise in the car until I fell asleep.

Guan Hong lay on his back in the seat, looking at Su Wenle beside him from time to time.

The promotional video of owl is really shocking enough, but it is not like Su Wenle's style to see tears.

He is always optimistic and relaxed.

Even the action of him wiping his tears made Guan Hong feel anxious.

But no matter how Guan Hong hinted, enlightened, or questioned, Su Wenle always replied, "It's okay, I'm just hungry."

Even when eating, Guan Hong couldn't help but wonder where he didn't do well.

Teammates who slept all the way finally got excited about dinner.

Xie Qi, who was riding along every day, happily discussed the wonderful final with Kang Ting, and praised Kang Ting comfortably in every sentence.

"Tingting, your Widowmaker has finally returned to normal. When the headshot happened, everyone in the audience exclaimed."

"Several people have said that they want your autographs, and there must be a lottery when they return to China!"

"You guys are really amazing in the final, runner-up! I didn't even dare to think about it in my dreams, I thought it was another round of the quarterfinals."

Because there are pure fans who are constantly praising them.

Lin Xiaoke, who was a little sad before, started to join the topic.

Lin Xiaoke inspired Zhang Si again.

When the four were arguing at the dinner table whether the Korean team was stronger in tanks or assault, it was a headache.

"Should we celebrate tonight?" Li Qin asked.

Meng Beichuan checked the time, "Go back and celebrate."

He is not familiar with the place, and Nike is not around, so he dare not take this group of people for a stroll.

The place to eat is not far from the temporary base.

As soon as he entered, Guan Hong yawned.

"I'm going to lie down." Guan Hong's eyes showed tiredness, "Oh, I'm still a little tired, am I getting old?"

"Fuck off." Meng Beichuan was very upset, "You youngsters, one or two of you said that you are old, have you considered my feelings?! Those who want to rest go to rest, and they will all come down later, record a video and send it back home, anyway It’s also the runner-up, so I can’t say nothing.”

Everyone has a reasonable division of labor, those who stay in the base clean up the tables and chairs, and those who go out are responsible for purchasing in the supermarket.

Su Wenle was too lazy to move, thinking that Guan Hong would look for him if he woke up, so he didn't go out with him.

A group of them chatted, trying to make a large space in the living room.

Guaranteed to seat everyone.

Everything is ready, just waiting for purchase.

Li Qin and Teacher Yang, who insisted that they were not tired, went back to the room and wanted to lie down.

Only these energetic people are left, slumped on the sofa as left-behind children.

Su Wenle has been browsing the webpage.

Since the announcement of the owl's propaganda, all the secret news has been deciphered in an instant and exploded.

The previous clues are connected together, giving people a feeling that browsing the forum is like watching a detective drama, uncovering the mystery and suddenly realizing.

The sixteen teams even have local characteristics in their names.

Maybe except Morning Star or Morning Star, the other teams have been reorganized and integrated, perfectly representing the characteristics of a city.

"Is there really Vienna?" Zhang Si is very interested in Vienna.

The palace of art, the illiterate looks up.

Elegance is elegance, but does anyone see it?

"The first year and the second year are played in Los Angeles, and the audience is not limited to the Vienna area. It doesn't matter if there are people watching. If you have a result, go out and say, oh, the Vienna team is so awesome, hurry up and follow it. Many It has to be fans and viewers."

Lin Xiaoke was lying on her back on the sofa, not wanting to move at all, feeling weak.

After the game, everyone seemed to be depressed.

Only Su Wenle was full of energy, finding all kinds of interesting news and discussions in every corner, filling the screen of the discussion group.

"I think we should connect Brother Le's phone to the monitor." Zhang Si leaned over to watch him swipe the screen, "If you find anything, just watch it on the monitor together, saving you the trouble of forwarding it."

"No, no, no." Su Wenle held the phone like an innocent woman from a good family, "I also want to update the new series, house dance, and lace news along the way!"

Just kidding, playing mobile phone content on the public screen is almost naked.

Why is he still giving thumbs up to all kinds of talented jokers on the forum?

Too stupid, absolutely not.

Su Wenle, who maintained the bottom line of privacy, continued to quietly lurk in the forum.

I don't know how this group of well-informed people got the news, one or two spoke in a decent way, and even made a list of the official list of players that has not yet been announced.

Su Wenle clicked in to have a look, and sure enough, they were all familiar faces.

All players who have urban teams in their country are basically selected into the host's "owl player prediction list".

Of course, if you scroll down, it's simply a hodgepodge of World Cup players.

Those who have not participated in the World Cup and can still be selected for the owl list may only have a large number of Korean players and Chinese players.

Skip the guess list for Korean players you don't know.

Su Wenle went straight to the Chinese player area.

You can see the length of the content in the drop-down list, it really is the territory of the country, and the players of the country can do whatever they want.

Because the owl team limits the number of players to 12 per team.

The landlord's guess is that the 12 positions are filled to the brim.

Seeing the part of Morning Star, Su Wenle not only saw the names of the five ms players of the World Cup team, but also Zhou Anming, Zheng Xi, orange...

"When will orange turn 18?" Su Wenle couldn't help asking, remembering Owl's adult admission system.

Lin Xiaoke drank soda, thinking hard.

He thought for a long time, and said, "Anyway, it's next year, either next year or the year after."

...... Saying is equivalent to not saying.

Anyway, no matter how good Orange is, he won't be able to go to Owl for the time being, and Su Wenle still feels it's a pity.

The voice is nice, the personality is good, and the hero pool is wider than myself.

Su Wenle, who was enjoying the post-match time leisurely, suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

Those who are better than him, work harder than him.

He knows how to be a dva and a road hog, and even exhausted Guan Hong.

Su Wenle clicked on the notepad on the phone.

A new column has been added to the list of food that is usually recorded.

He wants to study the introduction to heroes written by various gods on the forum.

Lest his own hero pool is still so clear.

"came back."

With a burst of cheers, the logistics of going shopping came back with a lot of food.

Zhang Si ran the fastest, helping out while digging out.

"What is this, what is this? Ice cream?!" He was so happy that he leaned over to present the treasure, "Hurry up, Brother Le, Mr. Ke, let's eat first."

Seeing the food, Su Wenle felt itchy in his heart, but it was rare for him to stand up rationally.

He said, "I'll call Guan Hong."

Almost an hour passed since Guan Hong said he wanted to lie down.

When approaching the room, Su Wenle was still on tiptoe, afraid of waking Guan Hong up from his sleep.

The game took too much energy.

Su Wenle didn't feel much, but Guan Hong really had a bad face.

Especially after eating, the smile is a bit forced.

He thought that if Guan Hong was still sleeping, he would not wake him up.

Celebrating or something, it's still not as important as resting.

Guan Hong is the core of the team, what should he do if he gets tired.

As a result, he opened the door lightly, and saw Guan Hong's back.

Guan Hong sat on the edge of the bed with his head down.

It was obviously an ordinary posture of playing with the mobile phone, but Su Wenle could see a bit of loneliness.

...Maybe this is the melancholy of a teenager with internet addiction, Su Wenle laughed at himself.

"Hello." He greeted lightly.

Guan Hong was a little slow even turning his head, and asked in a low tone: "Everyone is back?"

"Yeah." Su Wenle said, "I bought a lot of beer, red wine, and ice cream. It looks super cold. It must be very refreshing to eat this day..."

Guan Hong stood up, stretched his shoulders and neck, and said, "That's great, did you buy any cakes, the ones that Xie Qi sent over last time. I checked online, and I can place an order and pick them up on the same day."

"No, the cakes are too troublesome, they just buy them in the nearby supermarket..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and his smile became weaker and weaker.

Su Wenle felt something was wrong.

Guan Hong's eyes were a little red.

The voice was extremely low.

Even though Guan Hong tried his best to maintain a smile, he was so tired that even the corners of his mouth stiffened.

"Huh?" Guan Hong still smiled, not understanding why Su Wenle stopped talking in a daze, "Didn't you follow along to choose? But it doesn't matter if you don't choose, anyway, you should like to eat the ones you bought. .”

Teasing with a deliberate foodie, it didn't arouse Su Wenle's fury.

Usually as long as you mention eating, you will be so happy that you can't find Bei's guy, and even the smile disappears.

His expression was a little surprised, Guan Hong couldn't help but avoid looking at each other with his stubborn eyes.

"Let's go, don't make them wait too long."

Guan Hong walked forward with a smile.

Before leaving a handsome back, he was grabbed by the hem of his clothes by Su Wenle.

Such a posture is not necessarily ridiculous.

Su Wenle was not much shorter than him, but his chin was raised slightly.

Su Wenle stared at him, unable to look away no matter what he said.

Cried?Guan Hong?

Su Wenle was really shocked, without thinking about it, he directly grabbed this guy who was trying to calm things down.

He was almost tortured to death by his own brain.

There is no need to ask stupid questions like "why".

He was very sure that Guan Hong would feel sad about something.

"Guan Hong." Su Wenle's eyes fixed on him, "Did you cry..."

Guan Hong sighed, his eyes unconsciously dropped to the ground.

He reached out to touch Su Wenle's head, and when he raised his head again, even his eyes were tender.

"Don't ask." Guan Hong's smile remained the same, "If you ask, you don't have to."

That... is crying.

Even if Guan Hong's palm was on Su Wenle's fingers grabbing the hem of his clothes, he still couldn't break away from this stubborn blocker.

A pair of eyes stared at him firmly and brightly, surprise was written all over his face.

Such a straightforward gaze even made Guan Hong feel so embarrassed that he wanted to cover his face.

"Hey..." Guan Hong touched his forehead helplessly, "Brother Le, save me some face."

"Hmph, it's useless to call me brother." Su Wenle just didn't give face, "Cry as soon as you cry. A big man has to admit what he has done."

"Okay, okay." Guan Hong compromised helplessly, "I cried because... I thought we could win the championship."

From the moment he decided to hide Widowmaker, his opponent was South Korea.

The defeat in the group stage made him immersed in crazy training for several months.

It was only when his wrists started to hurt that Meng Beichuan scolded him severely.

He's obsessed with winning.

Because no one knows the pain of failure better than him.

When the steep mountain of South Korea stands in front of him, his choice will never be to give up or go around.

Defeating South Korea is not just his goal alone.

He tried his best, but lost again to the Korean.

Even if he told his teammates that this is the best result and should be celebrated and cheered, he still couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart.

Guan Hong didn't know how to face Su Wenle.

I lied so thoroughly, and now that I expose it all at once, I still feel a little embarrassed in my heart.

He stretched out his hand to deliberately mess up Su Wenle's short hair, a little angry from embarrassment.

"Hey, don't keep talking, just laugh if you want to laugh at me. Sigh... So I'm not old yet, and I still feel sad about these little things."

Su Wenle finally let go of the corner of his clothes, "This is not a trivial matter, I have cried too."

I said I like Overwatch, but I actually regret not winning the championship.

Lin Xiaoke, Kang Ting, him and Guan Hong.

Probably those who are obsessed with winning will be infected by the defeat in the final.

Who wouldn't want to be a winner on stage?

Guan Hong is not an iron robot.

Although he is not weak, helpless and pitiful, he is usually strong, independent and reliable, but at this time, Su Wenle's desire to protect rarely arises again.

He shook off Guan Hong's messy hand, and with his messy hair on his head, he raised his chin proudly and said, "I will develop better coordination and more heroes, and I will definitely surpass you and become the super free agent of the carry team."

Su Wenle patted his chest and promised, "So, I will lend you my brother's shoulder, cry if you want."

Guan Hong laughed out loud.

From the bottom of my heart, I was amused by Su Wenle's silly promise.

He is very cute.

The comforting words are all boasting about his elder brother, like showing off his might, but the sincerity makes his heart warm.

The opponent he wanted to defeat still defeated him.

However, there are still many opportunities.

This is just the beginning.

"Thank you." Guan Hong opened his arms and hugged Su Bunle with a triumphant expression.

Nothing soothes regrets like a warm hug.

"This must be the last time we ... lose to South Korea."