To play is to win!

It was also the domestic live broadcast room that started broadcasting in the early morning. The number of viewers was particularly large before the third match started.

——Watching the game at work is flattering

——Watching the game in bed

——Watching Beautiful while having breakfast

It's really not easy for a happy army to win.

It was only yesterday that they realized what the jet lag was all about.

If ms is ranked first, the fight will start at 3 o'clock, and you will definitely stay up late.

The second round, starting at 5 o'clock, is only suitable for morning exercisers.

The third scene... It's okay, it's ready at 7 o'clock, and those who go to work and school can still take a look at it while they are busy.

Whether you can watch the game depends on love.

If it goes on like this, the audience will have premature aging.

It is not easy for everyone, thanks to Lao Jiang who brought good news.

He said: "According to Blizzard, the game time will be adjusted for the official game next month. Then, our first game will start at 8 am. Please remember to watch it on time and don't stay up late."

When Lao Jiang told the news, his partners all beamed with joy.

William analyzed carefully, and said to the audience who wrote "Great" on the barrage: "Watching owl is good for physical and mental health. Even if we can't learn skills, we can learn to get up early."

The owl has not officially started, it is destined to be a health competition.

All kinds of "good morning" bullet screens were posted, revealing their expectations.

The late nighters got their money's worth with a fantastic win over Chicago yesterday.

Today, against a super popular old opponent, the audience is naturally chattering and has a lot to say.

——I’m afraid if Guan Hong doesn’t play

——It’s okay, we’re done killing the cooky!

——I feel that guner has improved a lot, I still remember his crippled angel

——Wait, guner is not an angel professional!

The topic of discussion focused on the player's performance in the World Cup and yesterday's game.

Even though a lot of content has been discussed over and over again on the forum, when it comes to the barrage, there are still many bigwigs who want to find out.

The Vancouver Lions Gate team's debut music sounded, and the commentator focused on the group of Canadians wearing golden-colored team uniforms, and took out the introductory words at the bottom of the box.

"Vancouver's team is dominated by the Canadian national team. Tawa and Gank are our old acquaintances. They are members of the legendary No. [-] organization in North America. You can hear the enthusiastic voices at the scene..."

Those cheers and applause resounded through the audience just like the World Cup.

After all, it is a super-popular anchor, and it is hard to justify the audience's lack of enthusiasm.

It's a pity that the barrage is very cold.

Still discussing ms.

——kuan is still a little nervous, but he performs very well when he is not nervous

——MS is still a bit short of teamwork

——No way, even the conductor is paddling under the stage, where is the coordination?

——Come, come, come!

Lizhongke's discussion was broken up by the bluffing exclamation party.

Just now, there were a few words about the status of ms, but they were suddenly covered by dense numbers of player ids.

It's seven o'clock in the morning, and most people have just woken up, or are still asleep.

Owl's domestic live broadcast room was packed with a group of lonely viewers.

Just to catch a glimpse of my favorite player every day and swipe a barrage or two.

MS's debut did not attract the thunderous cheers of Vancouver.

However, the live broadcast room was very lively.

Even if you only read the text, you will be dazzled by all kinds of shouts.

From the moment the players appeared on the stage, the enthusiasm of the commentary exploded like a fire, and even the words were sonorous and full of excitement.

"Then, our first scene is Hanamura."

"MS attacked first, and used the conventional dog release tactics. Vancouver is a set of Junkrat's dog receiving formation. The first wave of the dog is very interesting!"

"Li Qin launched a team battle! Beautiful, they kill Tawa first, MS has a great chance of winning, Junkrat, Junkrat in Vancouver..."

"what?"

William had a brief moment of doubt, "Junkrat Double Kill!"

--Eh?what happened?

The barrage saw the kill that appeared in the upper right corner of the screen.

Immediately after Tawa's death, Lin Xiaoke and Zhou Anming both died.

With the cooperation of Tracer and Junkrat, the two top healers were killed, and Cooky had no time to turn around.

The start quickly changed from six-on-five to four-on-five.

The accumulated advantage was less than two seconds, and ms entered an extreme disadvantage.

This is not the fastest teamfight to start.

But it was ms who was defeated.

As soon as Vancouver and ms played against each other, everyone could see the difference in strength.

The gap is even bigger than that of Alphabet Army playing ms.

The first wave of the first picture started, and the shock of the audience never stopped.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

Why is MS so weak, why is Vancouver so strong.

Audiences with goldfish brains are forced to wake up their memories.

When China defeated Canada, it was never easy.

Instead, go first 0:2.

——Could it be that this time, let the second chase the third?

Countless doubts surfaced, and the discussions could no longer stop.

The barrage was brushed layer by layer in the live broadcast room.

The competition is posted on the ground floor of the first floor of the forum.

No matter how pessimistic the audience, there is optimism in the World Cup.

It's okay, don't be afraid, we can still let the second chase the third.

Hanamura, MS was defeated.

Gibraltar monitoring station, ms defeated.

The calls for two to chase three are getting louder and louder. They even jumped out of the game itself and entered the stage of paper metaphysics.

Two rounds passed, and the scene was ugly.

In all the games Su Wenle played, he had never been so panicked.

There is no way to play in a completely one-sided situation.

Vancouver's cooperation was flawless, Tawa's figure was flying freely in front of his eyes, but Su Wenle couldn't kill him as planned.

The whole team rushed forward, and Vancouver had five guarantees and one angel, counter-killing ms and Shuangfu every minute.

Su Wenle went straight in, Tawa counterattacked directly with a gun, and faced dva with a trace of blood.

The tactics trained by ms are invalid.

What they encountered were natural enemies of steel and iron, and they could be wiped out by changing the offensive formation and attacking the impenetrable defense formation.

Su Wenle's face was stiff.

But he did his best to keep his tone light.

"It's okay" "It's okay" "Come again, we can do it".

He kept saying comforting words in an attempt to stabilize the mentality of his teammates.

Until I run out of words.

When ms lost to King's Road again, the score jumped to 0:3, and when the final result of the game was announced, Su Wenle didn't dare to look up into Guan Hong's eyes.

The scariest aspect of the owl's points competition system appeared.

Even if you have already lost, you must bite the bullet and lose the fourth round.

The game ended 0:4 and ended without any suspense.

Congratulations to the Lionsgate in Vancouver, it's a pity for the Morningstar in the show area.

The exclamation and amazement outside the court were given to the winner.

All eyes are on North America's No.1 Qi team, following them into the loser's seat.

Facing Vancouver who came to shake hands, Su Wenle forced a smile and congratulated his opponent.

But two months ago, he was the laughing winner.

Feng Shui turns, and it turns too fast...

This is Su Wenle's second defeat since his career.

But for the first time, he was helpless.

"Brother Le, Brother Le, don't be so dignified." Seeing Su Wenle's confused face, Zhang Si was at a loss, "We used to lose often, it's a small matter."

"Well, it's normal to win or lose. We're all used to it." Lin Xiaoke said it lightly, and the sigh that followed betrayed his true emotions.

Ordinary losing a game will only be reconciled.

Today's loss method has completely shattered the confidence that ms is proud of.

However, even his teammates were trying to comfort him with this command.

Su Wenle felt that he was too useless.

He straightened his back, strengthened his spirits, and apologized, "I'm sorry for everyone. I didn't command well during the game, and the tactics mentioned by Brother Meng and Guan Hong didn't work...I'm sorry."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Losing games is not the responsibility of one person."

Zhou Anming said calmly, "The captain is probably going to be furious."

"Wow!" Zhang Si's limited edition was terrified, "Then Brother Le must protect me."

"What are you doing, you can't kill Tawa even if you're alive." Lin Xiaoke returned to her normal tone, pretending to be relaxed, "Canada is still so strong, does the live broadcast have a damage bonus buff?"

"Maybe there really is. You see, we haven't broadcasted live for a long time, and we've got food."

"The super-popular anchors on the opposite side have found their place. We, a group of super-irritating anchors, are afraid that we will be kicked out by the platform because of the lack of time."

Teammates are still discussing opponents enthusiastically.

The gloomy atmosphere before disappeared with the departure, and it seemed to be the same as when he returned from victory.

Among the six people, four were lost.

Except for Lin Xiaoke who was more emotional, the other three accepted the defeat quickly.

But Su Bunraku couldn't do it.

He tried his best, but he couldn't save the defeat.

Su Wenle has the heart to save the world, but he doesn't have the ability to save the world.

He quietly listened to his teammates chatting, thinking carefully about his mistakes.

When they walked out of the passage, they found Guan Hong who had been waiting for a long time.

"Thank you." Guan Hong said with a smile, and walked over to push Su Wenle out, "Go back first, we will be back later."

what……

Su Wenle was pushed in front by him, and his feet moved mechanically.

He didn't know why, but an idea popped up in his mind——

Is this a lynching?

As he walked, Su Wenle became a little emotionally unstable.

What he thought over and over in his mind was that he had let Guan Hong down.

The proud oath of yesterday still comes to mind clearly.

Su Wenle was stunned by the slap from "reality".

In competitive games, it is normal to be beaten for poor skills.

He has been playing Overwatch for so long, even if someone blocks the door and beats him, he still laughs and plays another game.

But he is suffering now.

There is no reason.

Guan Hong pushed wildly all the way, leading him out of the competition venue.

The streets of Los Angeles are much cleaner than auditoriums with loud music.

"There's no one here, so stop laughing if you don't want to." Guan Hong really didn't want to see Su Wenle twitching the corners of his mouth.

Laughing or not is uglier than crying.

Su Wenle held his face and sat on the edge of the flower table. His whole body was supported by his arms on his knees. Chong forgot to arrange for Lin Xiaoke to open the ult, but it was only a second away, and Lin Xiaoke was set on fire by the opponent. I, I..."

Su Wenle gradually whispered, and finally couldn't continue.

The review after losing the game is like an excuse for the defeat.

Since he knew what was wrong, why didn't he do well in the game.

Guan Hong couldn't stand it anymore.

Su Wenle arched his back, propped his face, and curled up like a teenager who made a mistake.

"Stand up." Guan Hong kicked him.

Su Wenle looked up and stood up with a confused face, wondering why Guan Hong called him out.

"stand at attention."

Su Wenle stood up straight.

"Take half a step forward."

...Su Wenle moved his legs, but didn't take half a step.

Guan Hong smiled, as if accommodating him, he took the initiative to walk forward, and took him into his arms with one hand.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Guan Hong held him in his arms, his whole chest was beating with Su Wenle's heartbeat, "I know Vancouver is very good, and it's expected that we lost, Lele, It's normal to lose in a game, so don't worry too much about it."

His voice is gentle, but the gentler he is, the more depressed Su Wenle is.

Sadness is contagious.

Guan Hong knew that it would end like this, but he still felt distressed.

At the beginning of the losing streak for more than half a year, his heart had never been so heavy.

Thinking of Su Wenle's livid face on the stage, Guan Hong wanted to take off his wristbands, rushed to Brother Meng, and demanded to play.

If he does.

It might be humiliating to be ridiculed by Meng Beichuan.

There is no training for more than half a month, what's the use of him being on stage.

Blindly and confidently leading everyone to lose another game?

Guan Hong laughed at himself and patted Su Wenle on the back.

"Cry." He said softly.

Su Wenle buried his face in Guan Hong's shoulder.

The warm bodies of the people around him under the sunshine of Los Angeles made his eyes red.

Crying is something only children can do.

It's too embarrassing to cry after losing a game.

"I don't want to cry." Su Wenle leaned on his shoulder, staring blankly at the street scene of vehicles passing by, "I want to win."

Tears can't buy any victory.

But he practiced as a conductor for more than half a month, and still lost ugly.

If Guan Hong was here, ms wouldn't be so ashamed.

Su Wenle was full of guilt.

The sense of responsibility hanging above his head was like a sharp knife, preventing him from raising his head.

Su Wenle reached out and hugged Guan Hong tightly, rubbed his warm neck, and said unhappily, "I'm sorry."

He is still too weak.