To play is to win!

MS's preseason training has been going on.

Su Wenle's rapid growth is astonishing.

You don't need to read the notes that Meng Beichuan had been pestering to copy before, and you can almost understand what Guan Hong said about the stream of consciousness.

He commanded well, and he could even make tactical decisions in a second.

Even if the team kicks the iron plate and goes home collectively, they can be full of confidence.

"Hit it, it's me."

With a word from Su Wenle, the six-member team rushed forward.

With Gu Kuan's team, after running in, except that there is no big brother to finish the order, the strength slowly catches up.

"Huh? I think Brother Le is becoming more and more like the captain."

After the daily training, Zhang Si awakened the dreamer with one word.

Obviously, the tone and tactical style are completely different.

But it still made him feel like Guan Hong.

Lin Xiaoke pondered for a moment, then said, "Could it be, this is the legendary..."

Su Wenle: "It's not like that!"

Guan Hong: "Husband and wife."

Lin Xiaoke didn't know whose eyes to roll,

"...I just want to say that the object looks like the host."

"Where are the agreed father and son?" Zhang Si asked.

"Hmph, Mao's father and son." Su Wenle interrupted, and Lin Xiaoke was not allowed to speak.

He clacked his keyboard to express his anger.

What kind of father and son, they were all dragged out and beaten to death, including Guan Hong!

hair.

Zhang Si can associate the whole world with one word, and his mind is full of stupid things from those years.

A person like Su Wenle really looks like a master.

Because of the serious work contract, the visa for the substitute trio is much easier than it was in the World Cup.

After another long ten hours, Su Wenle was yawning even after getting off the plane.

I have been to Los Angeles once, so I am not very excited.

What's more, this time it will take so long.

"Where do we live this time? Is it where we lived last time?"

Lin Xiaoke searched with her mobile phone, ready to check the distance between the base and the competition venue.

It's good to live close, and it's easy to find food and entertainment. If he lives far away, he has to be mentally prepared in advance to get up early and be greedy for night.

"It's changed, it's too far over there." Judy was already looking at what to have for dinner in advance, "How about going to have a barbecue at night? One of them is open until the early hours of the morning."

Amid the shouts of good and good, the guys who were so sleepy on and off the plane finally regained their spirits.

BBQ, skewers, big chicken drumsticks.

Cold drinks, beer, happy water.

Before it was time to eat, their memos were full.

The base is far away from the airport, and simple barbecue cannot keep them excited for a long time.

After Su Wenle finished choosing food, he leaned on the car and applied medicine to Guan Hong every day.

The wounded patient has been recuperating for a week, and his wrist is no longer swollen.

I recently removed the wrist guard and moved my fingers with fists, only slightly uncomfortable.

Before going abroad, I went to check it again.

In the doctor's eyes, Guan Hong's right hand recovered very well.

However, after Brother Meng frankly consulted what kind of training intensity he could bear, the doctor was so frightened that he shook his head again and again.

He said, to be on the safe side, don't overuse your right hand, especially non-essential tools like the mouse, within half a month.

The unnecessary tools in the eyes of the public are the guys they eat.

But the doctor said so, Guan Hong still strictly followed the process of hot compresses and rubbing medicines in the morning and evening, and continued to live an old life.

"I really want to train." Guan Hong enjoyed Su Wenle's careful care and was not satisfied. "I wonder if I can convince Brother Meng to let me resume training in a few days."

"It's only been a week." Su Wenle didn't even bother to look up, "Just wait a little longer."

Hand injuries are a big deal.

Before Guan Hong pretended to be calm and breezy, he ended up being an idler for a few days, revealing his true colors.

Su Wenle understood his hard work.

But there is no way, the pig's trotters don't look swollen anymore, and the inside is still empty.

He carefully put a plaster on Guan Hong and tied his wrist guards.

Su Wenle said: "Take good care of your illness and don't try to die."

Guan Hong felt that his Lele was getting less and less gentle.

After a long drive, we finally arrived at the base.

This time, the living place has been replaced by a villa, which is different from the domestic base building style, and there is no huge garden courtyard, but there are enough rooms.

When they went in, they saw that Nike brought a lot of foreigners.

Of course, in Los Angeles, they are the foreigners.

"Briefly introduce, these three are your coaches, and they will conduct training together with Meng Beichuan and Yang Rui in the future. This is Ken, Jin Hong, and David."

Nike started with standard English. Except for the substitute and Su Wenle, all the players nodded their heads.

The first step of internationalization left Su Wenle in a daze.

Usually he is learning English and Korean, but he doesn't know...he is so poor at it.

"Our new coach, the foreigner mentioned earlier, worked with Brother Meng to formulate our future training plan. Because they know more about players in different competition areas, they approached them." Guan Hong helps Su Wenle translate on a daily basis. This time, the audience had to bring three substitutes, "Nike, where did you find an interpreter? Gu Kuan, He Feng, and Gao Qianjin are slow learners and still don't understand."

Su Wenle can take good care of him, and other teammates must support themselves.

Public and private are clearly distinguished, and Nike wants to laugh.

He said, "I've found it. I'll come tomorrow. Try to use English as much as possible. It won't do any harm to you."

The following words are for the substitute.

Although the trio already knew that they had to learn a lot to join the owl before signing the contract, suddenly they had to switch to the English mode when they first arrived at the site, which really made it difficult for their middle school English level.

"Training room, gym, snack room, your rooms are all upstairs, you can choose whatever you want, they are all the same size." Nike was not in a hurry, and said, "The translator will come tomorrow, and I will start to arrange English lessons. Now people from other teams If you don't come, you can't make an appointment for training for the time being, try to learn as much as possible in your spare time, and at least ensure daily communication."

I thought it was going abroad to play a game, but I still couldn't escape the treatment of the English cram school every day.

After a brief introduction, Nike let them choose a room.

Since the coaches are here to work, cultivating their relationship is secondary. It is only necessary for Meng Beichuan and Teacher Yang to get acquainted with them and unify their teaching style.

After leaving the first floor, there were whispers on the stairs.

"How many times have I been out of the country, and it is the first time I have met a foreign coach."

"It's okay, our Brother Meng is the head coach, just listen to Brother Meng."

The old ms player is quite calm, after all, after learning English for so long, the player who came up from Venus is trembling.

"I learned abc in Venus English before."

"Brother, take me with you. I'll rely on you when I go out to buy, buy, and eat."

Zhang Si was very happy.

My hard work in learning English has finally paid off.

"No problem, you will choose the room next to me later, and my brother will cover you."

Zhang Si is the elder brother every day, but Lin Xiaoke doesn't want to talk to him.

The Los Angeles base has fully considered future development, and there are a lot of rooms reserved.

After going through the double room of the temporary base and the domestic base, everyone suddenly returned to the single room.

Some are not used to it.

Su Wenle was the least used to it.

"I'll help you put things away, but your hands are inconvenient." Su Wenle put his suitcase in the room, turned around and ran into Guan Hong's room opposite, "Do you want me to accompany you at night? The bed is quite wide."

Guan Hong smiled and waved his hands, not daring to agree at all.

"You are big, aren't you afraid that you will crush me at night to make things worse?"

"I'm worried that you don't have a right hand at night!"

"What are you worrying about?" Guan Hong smiled helplessly, "Hands are almost healed, and nothing will happen. Help me pack my luggage, just throw the clothes in the closet."

Guan Hong's luggage is simple.

Every time I go out, I don't take too many things with me.

Two or three changes of clothes, a laptop.

Except for the sunglasses and umbrella that Su Wenle forced him to bring, he didn't even have a bath towel.

After packing Guan Hong's things, Su Wenle packed his own things under Guan Hong's watchful eyes.

Los Angeles is sunny, and the light shines into the base. Su Wenle starts to yawn as soon as he opens the suitcase.

If you are not excited, you will become sleepy easily.

Su Wenle tidied up his clothes, resisting sleepiness to tidy up the room.

"Do you want to sleep if you are sleepy?"

"No."

Su Wenle refused decisively.

It's still broad daylight in Los Angeles, and now I'm sleeping, and I have to stay up late at night.

The last time I came here, I didn't have such a serious sense of jet lag. I don't know what's wrong now.

Su Wenle was so irritable to clean up that she finally threw the suitcase to the cabinet.

"Let's go, I don't want to charge anymore, I want to eat."

Eat and eat when you are sleepy and hungry, you will definitely be able to resist the Sandman.

There is also a snack room on the first floor of the base, so he decided to investigate.

However, when they went downstairs, the living room was already full of inspection groups.

The teammates made a quick decision, and they didn't know if their luggage had been packed.

They all sat on the sofa, ate, watched TV, and played with their mobile phones.

The table is full of snacks.

The coaching staff is not there, and Judy won't say anything about whatever they do.

"Brother Le, do you want potato chips?"

"Captain, do you want a Coke?"

Within minutes of arriving, they've taken over the place and are not at all polite.

The sofa is long enough, and it is completely prepared for the ms nine-member team.

Su Wenle ate biscuits, watched interview programs with a language barrier, and listened to Guan Hong talking about other teams.

Yincheng Tengfei is going to play Incheon.

The starting lineup of the Roman Empire is all Korean.

There is Paris as a neighbor in this villa area.

blablabla.

While talking, the foodie beside him fell asleep on the sofa.

"Brother Le is not in good health." Zhang Si whispered, "I can fall asleep even after eating."

"Sleep now, and I can eat more after the barbecue."

Zhou Anming put his phone away and leaned back on the sofa, "I'll sleep for a while too."

Drowsiness is contagious.

When it was time to go out for barbecue, only Guan Hong was still awake.

But it doesn't matter, wake up these guys, pack them into the car, and then they can go.

With the training of a new coach, it has become different from that in China.

Even in the competitive mode of the game, there are coaches sitting behind to observe.

David, who was in charge of data analysis, coordinated the overall situation with Mr. Yang.

The contestants who are good at English are allocated to Americans and Koreans, and Meng Beichuan still sits firmly behind Su Wenle.

Every day the training room is filled with two languages.

Chinese and English are intertwined, fully preparing for the preseason game without Guan Hong.

Wait until the news of the team's arrival gradually increases, which means that the preseason is getting closer.

When it is confirmed that the players who will make their debut tomorrow are suitable, the coaching staff will make final adjustments to the players who are about to start after a long discussion.

"Gu Kuan Widowmaker, remember to seek stability, Genji and the group, any hero should not be individualistic."

"Tomorrow's first picture is the King's Road, Su Wenle can push up his hand freely, and use your Zarya."

"The opponent is Chicago. Although there are no star players, don't think that you will be abusive. Be careful that you become that dish."

"Also, do your best."

"Win the midnight barbecue, lose the barbecue."

Meng Beichuan talked a lot, and the last sentence made the team members laugh.

The coaching staff has very low requirements for the preseason, and they win if they play well.

After all, they didn't expect much.

Gu Kuan is an excellent player, perhaps honing in the owl can unleash his full potential.

It's a pity, judging from the appointments a few days ago, it is also a newly formed team, and ms can't win the training match for sure.

Because, now he can't stand up and become the big brother.

Whether it's the team leader, coach or manager, the management instills in the players every day the idea that "the preseason is just for each team to find out the bottom line, so that the team can make tactical adjustments, and the loss will not be counted as points, and it doesn't matter".

Meng Beichuan hoped that they could face tomorrow calmly.

On the last night before the game, it was finally not about stepping up training and playing games.

Instead, let them relax before the game.

Said to be relaxing, Su Wenle was still sitting in the training room, playing the game and competing in matches.

Guan Hong sat beside him and watched quietly, chatting with him from time to time.

The teammates went out shopping and pressed the road to buy, buy, buy, and the two got together and were still exchanging command experience.

A quick command is close to perfection in Guan Hong's heart.

But Su Wenle was still asking for precautions repeatedly, trying to squeeze Guan Hong dry.

Another game ended.

After Su Wenle finished his brief review and summary, Guan Hong finally made a move.

Touching the soft short hair with the palm of his left hand, he asked gently, "Are you nervous?"

"nervous."

Facing Guan Hong, Su Wenle had nothing to hide.

He was really flustered when he took the lead for the first time.

"It's okay." Guan Hong said, "I will sit in front of you tomorrow, if you are nervous, just look at me, I will always be here."

"before?"

"Audience seats." Guan Hong clicked on his player ID and said, "See, players can come in and out freely to watch the game with this. I'll go there early and grab the VIP first row. We are the second game, so I have to get a seat first."

The chief ms brother was reduced to sneaking into the arena to occupy a position, Su Wenle wanted to laugh a little.

He said: "Put on your wristband and be careful not to be hit by someone. The hand injury is almost healed, don't hurt it again."

"Okay, okay, I promise to wear the wrist guard."

Guan Hong smiled happily, and Su Wenle was so nervous before the game that he still remembered to care about him.

"Come on, Commander Su. I'm watching you."