To play is to win!

Losing the game, and losing 0:4, the atmosphere of the whole team is not good.

When Su Wenle came back with Guan Hong, he ate sliced ​​fruit from the canteen and packed a bunch for them.

"It's delicious, refreshing and sweet, how about a cup?"

Su Wenle posted one by one, everyone nodded and focused on the computer screen.

Gu Kuan was playing night games.

Lin Xiaoke and Zhang Si were watching the replays of the previous two games.

Zhou Anming squatted on the training range to play Moira.

Li Qin stayed with the coaching staff to watch the 0:4 battle just finished.

Su Wenle stood behind the coaching staff, eating fruit and watching the video.

Maybe it was because he got off the stage, he had something to eat, and Guan Hong also hugged him. He looked emotionally stable, and even wanted to laugh when he was being beaten miserably.

This level of confrontation is still too miserable.

With all-round observation from God's perspective, he more clearly discovered the strength of Vancouver.

Complete teamwork, top c position and support.

Compare the various mistakes of the ms led by him here.

Not wrong to lose.

"Make more appointments for the training match in Vancouver, let's start the day after tomorrow." Meng Beichuan arranged work for Zhu Di, and didn't intend to immediately call the team to resume the game.

The preseason will continue, but it is over for ms.

Two games, one win and one loss, regardless of the process, it was a complete success.

It's a pity that Gu Kuan is still a little short and needs a lot of training.

Meng Beichuan's mind was spinning a thousand times, and his brain waves had written ten pages of training plans, but he didn't say a word.

There is more than half a month before the official start, and everything is still too late.

As long as the players are stable.

He wasn't worried at all about the old players who knelt down all the way.

But listening to the audio on the field, Su Wenle's state is not right.

He is very optimistic about Su Wenle.

A contestant with rich imagination and a good commanding talent.

However, when it comes to power, there are more disadvantages than advantages.

Sure enough, Su Wenle was still too young.

He should be like Guan Hong, lose twenty or thirty times and not be afraid of anything.

Fortunately, Su Wenle recovered quickly.

Before stepping down, his face was livid, but now he is eating fruit with puffy cheeks, as if he was not bothered by the defeat at all.

"Do you want hot pot or barbecue at night?" Meng Beichuan asked him.

This is too embarrassing for people who eat fruit.

"Ah... um, um." Su Wenle chewed and replied with difficulty, "It's all fine."

"It's okay, what is that!" Meng Beichuan was dissatisfied, "This is not in China, and you can just deliver it to your door."

"Let's have a barbecue." Guan Hong said, "I saw that the hot pot restaurants close very early. Half an hour's drive from here, there is a barbecue restaurant that is open all night. We can eat slowly."

After deciding what to eat for dinner, all MS staff packed up their things and walked out slowly.

After the game, everyone was very tired, but there was food in front of them, and they could hold on for a while, turning grief and anger into food.

Su Wenle calculated carefully.

In the few days since I came to Los Angeles, I haven't been abused in terms of food, which is much better than during the World Cup.

"Count what?" Guan Hong asked curiously as he saw him counting with his fingers.

"Variety, variety." Su Wenle felt that he was annoying and interrupted his smooth thinking, so he had to say silently, "Seafood, Sichuan cuisine, Vietnamese cuisine, fat sheep..."

Su Wenle directly abandoned American fast food and only counted big meals.

Guan Hong listened quietly, not disturbing him.

He seems to have returned to the original days, when he could be very happy with delicious food.

Instead of a few 10 minutes ago, when Guan Hong said to eat something, he looked depressed.

Counting the number of fingers, Su Wenle thought hard, and always felt that something was missing.

He said: "It seems that there is nothing left to eat."

I haven't eaten...

Guan Hong also joined the finger counting team to help him recall slowly.

"Cantonese food?"

"It's not domestic, it's foreign, foreign."

"...French baked snails?"

"It's as scary as it sounds."

"Sushi?"

"Laver? Rice? Huh?"

While talking, Su Wenle finally remembered his great dream of fighting for world hegemony.

"Ah, kimchi!" He looked happy, "It's kimchi! I haven't eaten Korean kimchi yet, hehehe."

Guan Hong clearly remembered that Su Wenle refused kimchi.

I forgot the original words, the general idea is, what is delicious about kimchi, even if it is labeled as Korean, it has no international appeal to him.

Because, this kind of "looks very unnutritious" food, Su Wenle doesn't even eat it.

"Actually, where we live, there is a Korean barbecue restaurant two streets away, and they usually have Korean kimchi."

He is not responsible for whether it is authentic or not. If Su Wenle wants to eat it, he will take it to taste.

They're on their way to the midnight barbecue, and they've already planned tomorrow's lunch.

Half an hour's drive was not enough for Su Wenle to search for local delicacies with a translator.

If it weren't for the barbecue, he would have to make a detailed five-year plan.

"You guys order barbecue first, let's go out and see if there is anything else to eat."

Meng Beichuan and Teacher Yang dragged Guan Hong away, leaving others to take care of the children.

After leaving the store, they wandered to the rear.

Meng Beichuan said: "Tomorrow our coaching staff will study today's game. You and Zhu Di will look at this group of children. Don't leave alone or less than five people when you go out."

"So nervous?" Guan Hong felt that his exhortation was like a scourge outside.

Teacher Yang smiled, "The environment abroad is different. Zhang Si and Lin Xiaoke like to make troubles, and they are afraid that if there are fewer people, they will be offended and they will not be able to beat them."

"... What are you fighting for?" Meng Beichuan didn't like this joke. "There are guns everywhere in this place. We don't even know how to use guns. Do you know that we are a vulnerable group? Keep a low profile."

He looked at Guan Hong and said, "If it wasn't for your handicap, I would have told you to take these guys to Universal Studios. I heard it's an amusement park. Let's have fun and relax."

Handicapped people are used to Meng Beichuan's blows.

Guan Hong said indifferently, "My hand is ready."

"Let's say this after two days of training." Meng Beichuan snorted, "Remember tomorrow, don't let them sneak out, tomorrow Xiaoya will come, and bring our psychological counselor."

"You hired a psychological counselor from China?" Guan Hong was indeed a little surprised.

In the past, ms lost all their bottom pants, and Meng Beichuan didn't say to hire a psychological counselor, but gave them a stupid firewood.

Now that I have gone abroad, I have money, and even hired a psychological counselor?

"Yes, can't it? I proposed, Xiaoya seconded, Nike approved the payment, and Xiaoya was responsible for the whole transportation. I just invited it, what's the matter, it's still a private plane."

Meng Beichuan was full of provocations, so he wanted to see Guan Hong reason.

Then Guan Hong didn't say anything.

This group of children may be relatively fragile, and it is the first time they are stationed abroad, so please invite them.

"I hope the person you are looking for can be useful." Guan Hong put down his words and walked back.

Meng Beichuan was just so boring.

Things that can be typed on the mobile phone, I have to make up excuses to drag people out.

With this time, he might as well watch the ms people order food.

ms still eats a lot.

Even in the early hours of the morning, they ordered a lot of barbecue, and there was no way they couldn't finish it.

Everyone eats barbecue and chats occasionally.

Swishling like a group of hamsters.

After eating until almost two o'clock in the morning, everyone went home yawning and getting ready for bed.

However, before the end of the show, Meng Beichuan announced the adjustment of the holiday tomorrow.

But they are not allowed to leave the base until the psychological counselor lands.

"Wow, what a show, an international master?"

Zhang Si beeped loudly, and Meng Beichuan nodded in response.

"Yes." Meng Beichuan said, "International first-class psychological counselors, the ones worth [-] million yuan."

It's so expensive, but it's a pity that everyone is not interested.

Psychological counseling or something sounds like a disease.

Although they are keen on the joyfulness of mental patients, they will never admit it verbally.

It's late at night, so let's go.

Su Wenle was going to bed after taking a shower, when he opened the door, he saw Guan Hong lying on his bed playing with his mobile phone.

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, I'll come to sleep with you."

Su Wenle:? ? ?

This answer was too direct, but Su Wenle didn't know what he wanted to do.

However, Guan Hong moved around on his own, freeing up half of the bed for him, and said, "I'm afraid that you will be so lonely that you won't be able to sleep at night, and the more you think about the game, the more you want to cry, so I lend you my shoulder to sleep on."

Su Wenle looked at Guan Hong.

Very well, the patient consciously left the left half to ensure that the hand with the wrist guard would not be pressed.

Su Wenle was deeply moved and decided to refuse.

"I won't cry in secret." Su Wenle stepped on the slippers and walked over, "You think too much."

He was sad to lose the game.

But not sad enough to solve the problem with tears.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

After all, I ate too much barbecue. After all, I haven’t made food notes yet. After all, the replay video is stored on my mobile phone waiting to be opened. After all, I still lost.

Su Wenle didn't chase Guan Hong away, nor did he say he didn't want someone to sleep with him.

There was no familiar breathing sound on the bed for several days, Su Wenle missed him a lot.

Su Wenle, who was planning to watch the video, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes in order to pretend he didn't care.

"I'm going to bed," he said, "turn off the light for me, thank you."

Guan Hong didn't reach out, but stared at him instead.

Human eyes are charged with electric waves, and Su Wenle felt that he was infected by a huge electromagnetic wave, which passed across his face layer by layer, making his scalp numb due to the electricity.

Su Wenle opened his eyes angrily.

"Look at what!"

If you are a Northeast person, I am afraid that there will be a "what are you looking at" war.

Faced with Su Wenle's panic, Guan Hong felt confident.

"Lele, I said before that I like you very much, do you still remember?"

Su Wenle hummed twice, pulled the quilt and turned to him, "You like me very much now too."

Guan Hong likes his smug little appearance.

Even if Su Wenle said he liked it, it was very different from what he liked in his heart.

"At that time, I asked you to play the game, and I liked you very much. I liked your talent, comprehension, and the optimism of your teammates' counterattacks driven by your weaknesses." Guan Hong said, "But what I like most is that you don't care about winning or losing."

Su Wenle didn't speak.

He understood what Guan Hong meant.

The time when Su Wenle knew nothing was the happiest.

Like the original Overwatch.

People who join this novel world know nothing, everything is full of creativity, discovery and exploration can be found everywhere, and even death becomes interesting.

It's just a game, winning or losing doesn't matter.

But now, his mind is full of wanting to win, and he has become a triumphant.

It's scary, and he's strong-willed and will never waver.

Even become extreme.

Maybe he is following the path that Guan Hong used to follow.

Tasted the taste of victory on the competitive stage, experienced the depression of defeat, and never went back.

Su Wenle felt that he might have been changed by the World Cup.

The focus of global attention, the winner who takes the trophy, the one who proudly represents the champion of the country.

not him.

Su Wenle became greedy, blind, and unhappy.

Must win.

Guan Hong stared at Su Wenle.

The old gentleman appeared on the bed at night, not to reason with elementary school students.

Su Wenle's eyes were sideways, unable to meet Guan Hong's sincere eyes.

He whispered, "People change."

Guan Hong sighed, and reached out to stroke his short hair, "But some things will never change."

The lights in the room were turned off, but the moonlight could still be felt outside the window.

Guan Hongxu whispered a lot about the past.

The establishment of ms, the losing streak, the withdrawal of teammates, and the confusion of the team.

He didn't need Su Wenle's reply, he lowered his voice and talked to himself as if he was confiding.

Su Wenle just lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

It's really embarrassing for a commander like himself who caused the team's failure to ask everyone to comfort him.

But facing Guan Hong, he willfully indulged his shame.

He even burrowed into Guan Hong's arms.

Guan Hong: ...

Guan Hong, who said that he was about to fall asleep, was suddenly refreshed, and his back was stiff.

Yet the guy was still squeezing into his arms.

Still on the legs!

"Lele..."

Guan Hong couldn't control it.

Such a big warm baby posted here, even if he stayed up late last night and masturbated, he still couldn't maintain the sage mode.

Like firewood looking for a heat source, Su Wenle pounced on him, snoring in a low voice, but didn't get out of the way.

calm down.

Guan Hong hugged Su Wenle and patted him on the back lightly.

Just like Su Wenle had insomnia before, watch him fall asleep.

Everyone goes through lows.

Guan Hong just thanked Su Wenle for being by his side when Su Wenle encountered a trough.

Resting the next day, they can sleep until noon, and even sleep after eating.

But Su Wenle still woke up early.

He wants to train.

No matter how long Guan Hong enlightened last night, his mind was always on training.

You can't defeat a strong enemy, at least you can't become weaker.

Su Wenle crawled out of Guan Hong's arms.

The guy who didn't sleep well the night before rolled up the quilt and fell asleep again.

No sense of crisis.

Su Wenle didn't care.

He made his way down, planning a great day.

Eat breakfast, train, eat lunch, train, eat dinner, train!

Surprisingly, the hamster party, who had been having fun until the early hours of the morning, had already started eating breakfast with a bowl in their hands.

"Early" "early" "early".

Everyone is full of tacit understanding, and the action is fast when eating soy milk fried dough sticks and shortbread.

Hurry up and train.

It would be 0:4 behind, that would be no more embarrassing.

Meng Beichuan ran down the stairs in a hurry, and was shocked when he passed the dining room.

"Why are you so early, insomnia?"

Teacher Yang urged him, "It's almost here."

"Oh." Meng Beichuan looked at his watch, raised his head and said to them, "Since everyone is up, let's gather together! Come and pick up our psychological counselor!"

Except for Guan Hong, who was sleeping late, the ms team had all lined up, which was simply the top specification for the leader to inspect.

Within 2 minutes, a black spacious SUV drove over.

In the eyes of everyone, the old acquaintance, sister Ya, stepped out of the cab.

Sister Ya has always been noble and glamorous, but she condescended to go to the back seat to open the door herself!

"Fuck, big name, awesome." Zhang Si was shocked, it was the first time he saw a leader with such a posture.

This psychological counselor is not an international class, so I am sorry for their goddess-level sister Ya, who escorted her personally.

Then, when the rear door opened, a bunch of people jumped out.

Golden, fluffy, goofy, with a curly tail.

It looks very fat!

No more, no one.

Sister Ya led the proud Fat Chai, striding forward.

The crowd waiting to be picked up let out a burst of excited exclamation.

"Sparkle!" Lin Xiaoke was emotional, screaming and ran over, "Wooooooooow, my dear son!"