To play is to win!

The victory in the first game of the preseason gave ms unlimited motivation.

Teammates are even more motivated to browse websites and forums.

After the game, a large number of viewers who watched the live broadcast expressed their unique opinions and praised ms from the inside out.

After all, it is Overwatch's first global league. Even if it is a preseason game that does not count points, it is a happy event to win the first victory.

"Sure enough, my fans are the most discerning." Lin Xiaoke boasted while playing with her mobile phone, "Without the captain, I am the team coach."

"Wait, what about me?" Zhang Si ran over to look, "Shouldn't I be the most handsome?"

In the training room, two people got together to comment on the post.

Everyone else is watching Game [-] or relaxing.

They have another fight tomorrow.

There is no regular schedule for the preseason, and there are only three days of warm-up in total.

In two days, ms will finish playing two teams.

There is pressure.

But I won tonight, half of the pressure was relieved, and the coaching staff did not force me to continue training.

Guan Hong and Su Wenle were not in the training room.

They quietly watched the third game live at the end of the competition venue.

There were no familiar people in the teams of both sides, Su Wenle just watched the excitement.

But Guan Hong was different.

The healer here, the assistant tank over there, Guan Hong can all tell the reason.

Su Wenle looked adoring, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Boss, why do you know so many players?!"

The music at the venue was loud, and Guan Hong laughed out loud.

"I know them, and they don't know me," he said.

snort.Su Wenle didn't believe it, this modesty was too fake.

A top player like Guan Hong, who wouldn't know him.

Blind worship is not advisable, but Su Wenle will look up to Guan Hong a lot.

Su Wenle's eyes were bright.

He was so energetic that even his short hair was curled up.

With an envious serious look, it attracts people to commit crimes.

"Lele."

"Ok?"

"Go to bed early at night."

"it is good."

"You are not allowed to play with your phone with the lights off."

"No."

"After watching the game, go back to eat late at night, what do you want to eat?"

Su Wenle stopped answering, thought for a long time and said: "...I want to lose weight."

"what?"

This may be the most incredible words Guan Hong has ever heard.

lose weight?Su Wenle?

What is he going to do if he doesn't eat supper? !

If things are different, there must be demons.

Guan Hong was in danger, and asked in a serious tone, "Lele, are you in a relationship?"

At this moment, the elderly Guan Hong completely highlights the inertial thinking of the elderly.

Don't blame him for thinking too much, this kind of young people start to give up health and pay attention to body shape, which is often when the male consciousness rises.

After all, Guan Hong would look at himself in the mirror from time to time and spend a few minutes to sort out his image.

"What! Are you my mother?!"

Su Wenle was startled by his jumpy guess, and quickly argued, "I'm just a little fat, and I want to be thinner."

"Where are you fat?" Guan Hong frowned, "You are 1.8 meters three, weighing 150, not fat at all."

Su Wenle was about to kneel to Guan Hong.

How about his weight, Guan Hong remembers it better than him.

He was dying, and forcibly hinted: "Look at our Jiachai, that chubby figure, I can't hold it when I often pounce on it, for fear of flashing my waist."

It's a pity that Guan Hong didn't understand, and continued to object, "It's normal for Shiba Inu to be fat."

Su Wenle thought to himself, the point is not being normal, but being fat!

"It is equally important for e-sports players to maintain their physical strength. I don't approve of you losing weight."

Guan Hong is dictatorial and unreasonable.

Immediately take up the banner of the cause, and strangle all reactionaries to death in the cradle.

Su Wenle is already very cute. If he loses the flesh on his face and turns into a mature man with a knife and axe, then he must be robbed of his head.

No, I can't reduce it. I'll add another meal when I get back tonight.

If it weren't for Su Wenle's appearance as much as he ate, Guan Hong would have liked to feed him a 180-meter-long and 180-meter-wide ball, and hide it in his arms to touch as much as he can without being coveted.

Under Guan Hong's condemning gaze, Su Wenle finally told Ai Ai the truth.

"Then...before, it was only in the fourth game." Su Wenle said nervously, and was still very embarrassed, "Didn't I attack you, you couldn't even handle it."

Guan Hong: ...

"Isn't this just overweight? It's easy for you to pick up a Shiba Inu... Well, I can't tell you how it feels. If it wasn't for my height, I would have grown 1.6 meters."

Guan Hong wanted to hold back his smile, his facial expression was extremely rich, and finally he showed his white teeth, and blocked the arrogant laughter with his left hand.

Su Wenle covered his face and wanted to cry.

Forget it, fat people have no human rights, so just laugh.

Guan Hong was overwhelmed with joy in his heart.

In the end, he put on a costumed animal appearance and smiled softly.

He said: "You're not fat, it's because I'm too weak. When my right hand is healed, I will definitely resume my fitness. I promise to pick you up just like picking up a flash egg. It won't take much effort."

Su Wenle:? ? ?

What game to watch, the two of them didn't watch the game at all in the end.

Until the winner was finally decided, Su Wenle couldn't persuade Guan Hong not to order him a midnight snack.

After three games a day, the entire ms team was packed into the car.

As soon as he was seated, Guan Hong announced: Tonight we will have roast whole duck and fried chicken legs.

The whole car cheered, except Su Wenle who was determined to lose weight.

The temptation of capitalism is terrible, and his weight will have to wait until the year of the monkey to enter the lightweight level!

Guan Hong's work efficiency is high.

A group of people returned to the base. Before the coaching staff announced what to do next, Judy took back the whole duck and chicken legs with his younger brother.

"Then you eat first, and our coaching staff will replay the deduction." Meng Beichuan said, "Retire early tonight, so don't delay the training tomorrow morning."

The coach pardoned the world, but took Guan Hong away.

Su Wenle happily waved goodbye.

Unexpectedly, Guan Hong warned before leaving: "Lele is a little hungry, you all look at him, lest you faint from hunger tonight."

The captain spoke, and there was a hundred responses.

Even when Su Wenle said "I'm not hungry", he was regarded as being polite, and his teammates took turns stuffing chicken legs.

The kind of "If you don't eat, you don't give me face".

The coaching staff entered the specially reserved conference room on the first floor to conduct tactical discussions on the situation in Vancouver.

Tactical things are prone to disagreements among the coaching staff.

Guan Hong, who doesn't play and has experience, stays to help clear his mind.

The battle between Vancouver and Morning Star came late, and the last match tomorrow night, they still have time to quarrel.

In the conference room, there are game videos of the major players in Vancouver before joining the team, and a lot of analysis has already been done in front.

But Guan Hong didn't expect that Meng Ge, who is an Englishman and half fluent in English, could also quarrel.

"Vancouver is strong in support. l1k3 is our best player in the UK. His performance in the World Cup saved countless losses."

"No matter how strong? Three people to mark? This is not football." Meng Beichuan was full of anger in the quarrel, his English was poor, "kill! rush! know?" (kill, rush, understand?)

Then there were Teacher Yang and the mild-tempered Koreans who came to persuade them to fight.

"Don't get too attached to the individual, it's a team game."

"l1k3 is really powerful, I think it is enough for our healers to look at him."

Guan Hong had a headache.

A team like Vancouver looks impeccable on paper.

It doesn't make sense for any one person to speak out.

Each coach will naturally be slightly biased because of the different conditions in the competition area.

Brother Meng's temper exploded, and his tolerance for foreigners plummeted.

The recording has ended.

Without even thinking about it, Guan Hong took off his right wrist guard and touched it directly.

He remembered the group of popular Canadian male anchors in Vancouver, one and two were number one in North America.

Guan Hong often took off his wristband recently, and tried to force his right hand.

Now that he is holding the mouse harder, he can still feel a strange feeling at the place where the lower part of the back of his hand connects to his wrist.

Soreness like a minor injury, if you don't pay attention, you can pretend it didn't happen.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! What are you doing!" Meng Beichuan didn't bother to talk to the gringo, and when he regained consciousness, the patient here actually played with the mouse!

"I want to play tomorrow and play two to three maps." Guan Hong said, "Three is the best."

"No, they played very well. You don't need to take risks." Meng Beichuan stopped fighting and asked Teacher Yang to practice English with his colleagues. "Vancouver is very good. It doesn't matter if you get in or not."

Guan Hong didn't believe that Meng Beichuan couldn't see it.

The coordination of the entire ms has dropped by a level, and the response speed has gradually slowed down.

Chicago is not strong.

At least not strong enough to fight against ms without pressure.

But the game was [-]-[-], almost allowing two to chase three.

Ms currently lacks actual combat experience, and the on-the-spot response is very poor.

Facing Vancouver, which has various "No. [-]s in North America", the chances of winning are worrying.

"Then tell me, what is the expected score tomorrow?" Guan Hong asked him.

Meng Beichuan pondered for a moment, stared closely at Guan Hong's expression, and said, "Three to one."

"Who three?"

Meng Beichuan discovered that the older the child was, the harder it would be to fool him.

He couldn't even guess what Guan Hong was thinking by observing his words and expressions.

Between lying to comfort others and seeking truth from facts, Meng Beichuan followed his heart.

"Vancouver 3:1 us," he said.

If these words were spoken to MS players, it would definitely be the verdict on the spot.

Meng Beichuan's predictions are rarely wrong.

The only mistakes in the game were mostly due to Guan Hong's extraordinary performance to turn the tide.

The people who are trying to turn the tide are sitting here playing wristbands, thank God for the ms to get a point tomorrow.

Guan Hong nodded, "It's almost as I predicted, so I have to go tomorrow."

Meng Beichuan looked at Guan Hong.

Guan Hong looked at Meng Beichuan.

Two people gaze at each other affectionately and neither can convince the other.

Meng Beichuan was not yet 30 years old, so he experienced a mid-life crisis in advance.

When the child grows up, he becomes disobedient, rebellious, and ready to cause trouble.

How to do?

He touched his forehead, took out his mobile phone, walked back while waving his hands, and said, "I'll make a call."

After Meng Beichuan made a phone call, Su Wenle rushed over.

When he came in, he just said: "Guan Hong, you should take good care of your injuries tomorrow, and you are not allowed to play, do you hear that?"

Guan Hong: ...

Meng Beichuan is so old, why is he still suing the child!

"No... I just said that I want to play a training game to recover." Guan Hong lied with a smile, not flustered at all, "I haven't even practiced with you, so playing directly on the field is not cheating you."

"Well, that's good. Brother Meng said that you are done discussing, let me take you back to rest, let's go, don't delay the coach."

Seeing the smile on Meng Beichuan's face, Guan Hong really wanted to rush over and tear him apart.

With Su Wenle escorting him, Guan Hong didn't want to stay any longer.

A group of tactical madmen disagreed, and English with various accents sounded like noise torture.

As soon as they left the conference room, Su Wenle asked.

"Why do you want to play, don't you mean to have a good rest?"

"Just thinking about it, by the way, are roast duck and chicken legs delicious?"

"good to eat."

"Well, fight hard tomorrow, and come back to eat boiled fish."

Food rewards always work. Su Wenle wanted to ask a few times, but Guan Hong walked him away.

Guan Hong and Su Wenle said goodnight, went back to their respective rooms, and started their independent and lonely lives.

Lonely life is really lonely.

Guan Hong was lying on the bed, his eyes were dry, and he was fumbling with his mobile phone to browse the forum.

After flipping through three fans to focus on building, two discussion posts, WeChat news jumped out.

Su Wenle: Vancouver is very strong, but I am mentally prepared, so don't worry.The hand injury is still not healed, so don't worry about one thing and lose another, I will lead the team well and play games, and I won't let you down.

Guan Hong looked at it seriously.

Under his nose, Su Wenle quietly grew up a lot.

The pure optimism disappeared, and he became calm and composed, exuding a mature charm.

like.

Guan Hong felt that no matter what kind of Su Wenle he was, he liked it so much that he couldn't sleep.

"No matter what happens tomorrow, I will face it with you."

As soon as Guan Hong finished sending the message, the reply over there appeared.

Su Wenle: Are you insomnia?

After all, half an hour had passed since he said good night to each other, and Guan Hong was able to reply to the message in seconds, so he had to think of this.

Guan Hong: Well, a little bit.

Su Wenle: Otherwise, I'll sleep with you.

Guan Hong's heart raced like a tsunami, and he retreated from playing and not playing.

Suppressing the urge to say "yes" ten thousand times, he pretended not to be alarmed, and raised his hand to reply to the message.

Guan Hong:?