To play is to win!

Guan Hong followed Su Wenle downstairs after making sure that his eyes were not red and that he had no flaws.

Seeing them coming down, Meng Beichuan immediately commanded, "Hurry up, rehearse!"

There is no need for rehearsal to celebrate, but the video for the audience must be rehearsed.

There is no professional equipment, and all rely on mobile phone screen recording.

Let everyone think about a sentence, fight in a row, and start recording three two one.

"thanks for your support."

"We will continue to work hard and climb to the top."

"It's all my fault. When I come back, I will definitely practice Angel."

"Forget it, you should go back and be your assault, I want a partner who specializes in healing."

"What about the video, Harmony. Thank you everyone for cheering us on. We heard it all during the game. Thank you very much."

"thank you all."

"What else?" Seeing Kang Ting's simple words, Meng Beichuan finally spoke up.

Kang Ting glanced at his teammates and replied: "...They are all finished."

Forget it, improvise, and don't force it.

The short thank you video was posted by Mr. Yang on his private Weibo, which can be regarded as a brief end to the World Cup.

These players have done their best.

Now, it's time to celebrate the runner-up.

"Okay, okay." Meng Beichuan clapped his hands happily and said, "I must drink something tonight!"

Perhaps because he is in a foreign land, Zhang Si, who is usually a staunch opponent of beer, picked up the canned wine himself.

Under Meng Beichuan's admiring gaze, Zhang Si was full of pride, and said, "Would you like to toast first?"

"Who do you respect?" Lin Xiaoke was determined to grab Sprite, "Anyway, don't respect me."

"Respect Brother Meng first."

Zhang Si looked to his teammates and linked up with Li Qin.

Even Xie Qi, who just joined in the fun, opened a can for Kang Ting, and joined hands to respect the coach together.

"Hehehe." Meng Beichuan said with a smirk, "Zhang Si has grown up and knows how to respect his elders. Come on, Yang Rui, Huo Jie, everyone respects you."

They also don't talk about the polite benefits of toasting each other.

Everyone raised their glasses together, no matter what cola, sprite, coffee, milk tea, the atmosphere is the most important.

Eating and drinking, and playing a movie as background sound.

Teammates are not tired of shouting, grabbing drinks and respecting everywhere.

However, before going through a round, everyone felt that Su Wenle was weird.

"I'll drink this wine for Guan Hong!"

"I'll come, I'll come, Guan Hong should drink less."

"Want a toast? I'll help..."

"Wait, wait." Lin Xiaoke said while holding the Sprite, "What happened to the captain?"

"He's caught a cold!" Su Wenle grabbed the words and drank the beer in one gulp, "Drink it, next one."

Guan Hong, who had nothing to do, was baptized by all the stares.

For Su Wenle's face, for the revolutionary friendship.

He coughed twice, and said seriously, "Maybe a little bit."

However, the cold could not stop Meng Beichuan.

He said: "Colds are minor ailments, drink more and you'll be fine!"

After speaking, he opened another can for Guan Hong.

Alcoholic people have all kinds of fallacies.

What drink to strengthen the body and cure all diseases.

In order to ensure the rest of the players, Meng Beichuan would never let them get a drop of it.

Tonight is different.

He just wants these guys to get drunk so that no one can think about it.

Especially Guan Hong.

Su Wenle can still intercept the drinks of his teammates.

He really didn't dare to stop Meng Beichuan's wine.

He could only hold his own pot, and his foot hit Guan Hong desperately.

Drink less, drink less.

However, Guan Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Wenle: ...

"Not bad." Meng Beichuan was very satisfied, "Le, don't think of Guan Hong as a squeamish girl, okay? This person has a lot of alcohol, he is the only one in the team who can fight me."

"I'm not, I haven't." Su Wenle said, "Guan Hong really has a cold!"

Meng Beichuan had been with Guan Hong for so long, how could he fail to see that the contestant was sick or not?

He didn't care about the quarrel between these two guys, since Su Wenle wanted to help Guan Hong to the end, it would be really interesting.

"Oh—" Meng Beichuan nodded, "Okay, I'll drink with you."

"Drinking with you" and drinking and having fun are completely different concepts.

Meng Beichuan took out some dice from nowhere, and found a cup.

He proudly put the dice on the table and asked, "Will it be bigger or smaller?"

The teammates applauded collectively and laughed, only Guan Hong had a little conscience and smiled restrainedly.

Su Wenle was shocked by this routine. After staying in MS for so long, why didn't he know that Brother Meng still plays this?

"Forget it..." Su Wenle had lingering fears, "Cherish life and stay away from gambling."

"What kind of bet is this?" Meng Beichuan shook the dice loudly, "Ask Zhang Si, what did we play before?"

Zhang Si answered quickly, "Fist punches, poems, drinking orders, you ask me to answer."

"what?!"

"Oh, you asked me and I answered you, 'Torbjörn can build a second-level turret with a few taps of the hammer'."

"..."

Su Wenle, who knew nothing about Torbion, would never be able to answer this kind of question.

He looked at the opaque cup covering the table, and suddenly felt that this was indeed the easiest way to play.

"Okay...Brother Meng." Su Wenle leaned forward, "You old man is merciful."

He didn't know if Meng Beichuan was merciful, but Su Wenle finally knew that he couldn't drink enough.

After only losing a few guesses, he didn't drink three cans, and he couldn't open his eyes anymore.

"A little bigger or a little smaller?" Meng Beichuan's voice was calm and he wasn't drunk at all.

"Well."

Make it bigger...ah, or smaller.

Su Wenle stared at the cup, and wanted to lift it up.

big?Small?

His brows furrowed.

"Lele?" Guan Hong's voice was far away.

"Ok?"

"Drunk?" How could he be far away when Mingming was by his side?

"Well."

Seeing that Su Wenle was almost drunk, Meng Beichuan couldn't help patting his thigh regretfully.

"No, not this year's contestants." He glanced around and still felt that Zhang Si had a look on his face, "Come on, king of gambling, let's come!"

Su Wenle, who was abandoned by Meng Beichuan, couldn't sit still anymore.

When Guan Hong asked him what, his answers were monosyllabic.

Uh oh.

Answering irrelevant questions, drunk into a Shiba Inu.

"I'll send him back to sleep." Guan Hong dragged Su Wenle to stand up, with such a big frame, he flung himself into his arms carelessly.

"Lin Xiaoke, help me put him on my back."

Fortunately, Su Wenle is the most obedient when drunk.

Do not make noise, let others manipulate you.

Lin Xiaoke casually tugged and flipped, and Su Wenle lay on Guan Hong's back.

Guan Hong carried Su Bunle on his back was still a bit heavy.

He also drank a lot of wine and had to lean on the wall when going upstairs.

Fortunately, Su Wenle was sound asleep, otherwise, if he flipped it casually, there might be an anecdote of "a World Cup representative fell down the stairs after the game".

Finally throwing Su Wenle on the bed, Guan Hong was so tired that he was panting.

I don't know if it's because his strength has become weaker after drinking, or Su Wenle has become heavier. I didn't feel that carrying Su Wenle was so heavy before.

Seeing the guy lying on the bed who had entered sleep mode, Guan Hong thought for a while, and decided to help him take off his clothes and pants, and wipe his face.

As a result, just as Guan Hong got started, Su Wenle quickly slapped him away with his paw.

"Hey, this won't work!"

Su Wenle complained in his tone, his cheeks were flushed, and even with his eyes closed, he still didn't forget to cover the buttons of his trousers with both hands.

After speaking, the whole person twisted and shrank to the side.

Everyone is so drunk that they still remember that they can't take off their pants casually.

Guan Hong laughed out loud.

Some dizzy mind clearly recalled that night in Jiangcheng.

Again!

If you say no, you can't, then I am not very shameless? !