To play is to win!

Su Wenle is actually the one with insomnia.

Today's game seemed to be a great ups and downs of self-confidence and ego.

Chicago's starter is weak, and the Alphabet Army is strong.

Randomly playing six players can make them panic.

Su Wenle couldn't control the rhythm of the whole team at all, and he didn't even know whether the instructions he issued were correct.

He briefly looked at Oasis City.

They can win, and Chicago is not good at this map has a lot to do.

Even the Antetokounmpo with many turnovers is struggling, and Su Wenle can't imagine the Vancouver Lions Gate team, which is predicted to be the No. [-] team in North America.

At the beginning, China 0:2 Canada is vividly remembered.

And the Canadian representative team, which ruthlessly suppressed them, almost settled in Vancouver.

At that time, he was concerned about Hong.

Now, not only on the field, but also on the bed.

Not even a chance to find comfort for insomnia.

The air conditioner in the room was whistling, and Su Wenle posed in a big pose.

The message sent by WeChat has not yet been answered.

He didn't expect Guan Hong to fall asleep while chatting.

But why can't I fall asleep.

In one or two minutes, Su Wenle passed like an hour or two.

When WeChat reminded him, he quickly picked up his phone again.

Guan Hong:?

Su Wenle felt uncomfortable.

Sure enough, he is still a child who can't live without adults?

He could imagine Guan Hong's expression—a perplexed look, how could he say such naive words?

Not going back, not going back, Su Wenle grabbed the pillow and hugged it, thinking to himself, I'm already asleep.

Guan Hong waited for at least half an hour.

No one responded to WeChat, and there was no night raid on the room.

He suddenly felt that the city of Los Angeles was too unfriendly.

Why do you not know how to expand the space and compress the number of villas with so many rooms?

Didn't understand the importance of team building at all.

The next day, Guan Hong woke up, not knowing how he fell asleep last night.

Waking up tired.

Repeated delusions can hollow him out in dreams.

Not to mention that the things you watch before going to bed are too stimulating, the more you sleep, the more empty you will be.

He went downstairs top-heavy and almost bumped into Zhang Si who was playing with his mobile phone.

"Captain..." Zhang Si didn't know what to say or not, "You..."

Guan Hong touched his eyes and said, "Insomnia, I want to compete."

Before Zhang Si could speak, "Competition" came downstairs.

"morning."

"Morning, eat today... eh?" Su Wenle was stunned.

Guan Hong's eyes were slightly blue and black.

The tiredness can be seen at a glance, and even the smile is a bit reluctant.

"It's okay..." He covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, "Fortunately, I won't play."

I didn't go to bed until dawn, and got up again in less than two hours.

Guan Hong had no choice but to accept his old age.

Gone are the days when fighting all night without sleepiness.

There is only an old physique that will make you sleepy after staying up all night.

If you are sleepy, you have to practice.

All morning, Guan Hong was very quiet.

Sit in the training room and watch them train with energy.

The coaching staff quarreled all night and it still worked.

The training tactics brought out are directly aimed at Vancouver, whether it is support or players, they are the focus of their attention.

The development is very balanced and comprehensive.

Whether it works or not depends on actual combat.

Guan Hong eats lunch in a fighting style.

After three or two bites, I went upstairs.

He said while walking, "Call me when you leave."

Just looking at it is to catch up on sleep.

"Or let the captain sleep." Lin Xiaoke looked at him, as if he had been up for a week, "Anyway, there is no difference between him and him."

Lin Xiaoke forgot about the Battle of Chicago so quickly, and Guan Hong's passionate guidance.

In his heart, the captain sitting under the stage really couldn't play the most important role.

"That's no good, that's no good." Meng Beichuan shook his head violently, "He woke up and found that we were all gone. It's a good thing that the game didn't start. If you take a taxi and come here, nothing will happen. If the game is over, he can skin you. "

The threatening tone was too strong, as if Guan Hong had come to the scene in person.

Lin Xiaoke shut up and ate, thinking whether to bring something refreshing and brainwashing.

After all, sleepiness is contagious.

If the whole team is infected by Guan Hong, it will be over.

When setting off, although Guan Hong was dizzy, his condition seemed better.

Unfortunately, when you get closer, you will still find dark circles.

A faint layer of black and blue is under the eyes, giving people a bitter feeling of overwork.

"I was too involved watching the game last night." Guan Hong lied.

"I will work hard today." Su Wenle felt that it was their poor condition that made Guan Hong worry.

In the past, Guan Hong never saw insomnia in any game he watched.

A faint pressure surged into Su Wenle's heart, but Guan Hong unconsciously stroked the smooth short hair of the people around him.

"Work hard, but don't stress," he said.

Today's opponent is not a gimmick team like Chicago.

No matter how he analyzed it, he couldn't see a complete chance of winning.

"Playing well and playing wonderful games is my only requirement."

Guan Hong's low demands made Su Wenle feel a little flustered.

The passionate music reverberated in the venue, and they could hear a few words in the training room.

Winner and loser, after two games, it was almost eight o'clock when it was their turn to adjust the equipment.

Su Wenle sat on the seat, glanced slightly, and easily saw Guan Hong in his original position.

He sat in the first row facing Su Wenle and secretly yawned.

Seeing Su Wenle look over, he immediately smiled back.

Maybe Su Wenle became greedy.

Just a smile, can't make him feel at ease.

He still wants to...

"Brother Le, we have all debugged."

"Ah, um." Su Wenle replied to his teammates and stood up quickly.

They have to go through the backstage and enter the passage below the auditorium.

Then, amidst the high-pitched cheers, the curtain opened for the morning stars in the show area to face the Vancouver Lions Gate.

The author has something to say:

I wanted to ask for leave today, I'm afraid it's too late and everyone can't see the copywriting orz

A little less, see you tomorrow.