To play is to win!

After petting a dog and seeing a cat, the atmosphere of the whole ms team is different.

One and two looked like they had been injected with chicken blood, watching the screen analyze the 0:4 tragedy, their eyes lit up.

The coaching staff quarreled and analyzed for a long time, and finally became the finished product of the review.

In such a positive state, it is much easier for the players to accept it.

Everyone is taking notes carefully, and when Teacher Yang gives advice, they will also receive all kinds of questions.

The replay has regained its vitality like a classroom, and it is no longer lifeless.

Meng Beichuan was very pleased.

He has led the team for so many years and has not misjudged anyone.

Sure enough, they are a group of good guys who put competition first and don't feel sorry for themselves.

It's another hero to rub a dog.

The people below had focused eyes, and Meng Beichuan was more motivated.

After the tactics were arranged, he pulled over the whiteboard and handsomely drew a standard ms polygon.

"See this shape?"

He raised his hand again, drawing a sharp offensive formation.

"And this one is from Vancouver."

The ms at the time could barely counter Vancouver's offense.

It was as if two armies were at war, launching a charge, and one side was outnumbered and defeated.

It's also a game for six people.

A formation is conservative.

A formation is sharp.

One can imagine the result of hitting a stone with an egg.

The coaching staff has been studying for more than ten hours in a row, and there is no other solution except to improve the strength of the whole team and strengthen specific training against Vancouver.

Because Vancouver can rely on their c to forcibly break through the defense.

It is not as simple as imagined "the first kill on the opposite side will win".

"This is a contest between spear and shield again." Meng Beichuan highlighted the key points and randomly selected people to ask questions, "Su Wenle, as the conductor, let me ask you a question."

Su Wenle straightened his back, waiting for an answer.

"How does Vancouver feel to you?"

feel.

Talking about feelings is complicated.

Su Wenle's confidence was shattered in the unilateral defeat.

Looking back now, I feel so useless.

Besides, he was having hallucinations that he was ashamed to talk about.

Su Wenle looked up at the coaching staff with frank eyes. Facing the foreign teacher trio who were still unfamiliar, he couldn't speak at all.

Meng Beichuan, who is very self-aware, understands his team members by looking at them.

"It's okay, let's say it boldly..." He was still in the mood to joke, "Anyway, except for me and Yang Rui, other foreigners can't understand."

Everyone was laughing, even the three foreign teachers were laughing too.

The atmosphere is relaxed.

Su Wenle said embarrassedly: "I feel like I am facing the morning star."

It's not the ms he led, but Guan Hong's ms.

Powerful, flexible and invulnerable.

Even the strange face after the victory made him see the shadow of the winner, Morning Star.

Meng Beichuan was really taken aback.

It felt so different from what he thought.

What he expected was that Su Wenle, as the conductor, would praise the opponent's marksmanship and coordination, feel the opponent's tenacity and strength, set higher goals, and take advantage of the situation to put forward new requirements for the training game.

In the end, this honest kid actually boasted about his team by beating around the bush!

What else can he say?What else can I say?

"Happy..." Meng Beichuan couldn't take it anymore, "They said you were cute before, and I thought they were exaggerating, but now it seems...you are really cute."

The coach praised Su Wenle in a daze.

Su Wenle, who aspires to become the most handsome ms player, can't go around without (stupid) cute comments.

He anxiously explained: "I didn't mean that, I mean that many of Vancouver's tactics are very similar to ours, ah, when we were related to Hong! Their c position is called uool, and his hero changes, directly propped up The flexible formation of the whole team, coupled with the relatively fixed and perfect player strength in other positions, makes it very hard to fight. In fact, both tawa and gank are good at heroes from the beginning to the end, and Chicago's Hero Sea team It's completely different. It's very similar to us, really similar, and they all have a set routine!"

Even with a 0:4 loss, Su Wenle didn't learn nothing.

No matter how strong Vancouver is, it still has the same problems as MS.

Changes all depend on a single player.

Tactics are likely to be relatively solid.

Maybe in the preseason, when everyone's strength is unknown, they appear to be very strong.

When everyone gets more training games, videos, and data, the less advantage Vancouver will have.

Originally thought that Su Wenle was bragging about business.

The result was unexpectedly reasonable.

Meng Beichuan was overjoyed, feeling that he had found a treasure.

"Very good, very good. Your feeling is right. And it is also the key issue that our coaching staff wants to figure out. Now, I will give you 15 minutes to sort out your thoughts." Meng Beichuan finished his speech, "There will be a meeting later In the training match, Guan Hong played in the first round of Zhake Town. For the next three rounds, Gu Kuan should prepare according to the relevant tactics we explained earlier."

"Hit who?" Guan Hong asked.

"Vancouver Lions."

Seeing a strong enemy again, the atmosphere of the team is different.

Su Wenle, who could think about how to raise cats before, even made serious preparations for training.

Humans are very greedy animals.

Once you win, you don't want to lose again.

Su Wenle felt that his inferiority and shortcomings were exposed in the match against Vancouver.

Relying on Guan Hong, fragile mentality, impure purpose.

There were so many problems that he would blush when he recalled them.

Guan Hong's gradual rehabilitation plan is progressing smoothly.

Yesterday for half an hour, today we played a game.

Being able to fight against Vancouver in person, Guan Hong even became cautious in warming up and exercising his wrists before the game.

"I have a goal." Su Wenle said.

Guan Hong turned his wrist and looked at him.

"I'm going to take this opportunity to change some bad habits."

"Vice?"

"Ah."

"What vice?"

"...I won't tell you." Su Wenle said shamelessly.

Guan Hong really didn't know what habit Su Wenle had that could be called a vice.

But the more he concealed it, the more curious Guan Hong became.

"Okay." Guan Hong would never let go of his curiosity, "Then, shall we not bet on something?"

Guan Hong unknowingly got into Zhang Si's gambling habit, even Su Wenle looked at him in surprise.

"Guan Hong..."

"Ok?"

"Have you forgotten that you owe me a bet?"

"Ah." Guan Hong suddenly forgot.

As long as Brother Meng arranges tactics to play on the field, Su Wenle has already blown up Chicago with Zarya, and his bet has not yet been fulfilled.

"The last time counts as the last time, and this time counts as this time." Guan Hong looked carefree with a face full of debts, "Besides, if I win this time, we will be settled."

The abacus was clattering, and Guan Hong, who had already lost once, was fearless.

At worst, I owe a pile of gambling debts, and I have no choice but to repay them with flesh.

Su Wenle moaned and chirped very reluctantly.

——Original one condition is already difficult to think about, and adding another one is not embarrassing me? What do you have to force? It’s not that I can do whatever I want.

The soft beeping in his head completely saw through Guan Hong's disguise.

Su Wenle is very conscious of standing up and calling the shots. After all, Guan Hong is such an easy-talking person, betting is not attractive at all.

Before chasing him down, Guan Hong's attraction disappeared.

However, I haven't noticed it yet, and I am still responsible for Amway.

Guan Hong was very confident, "Let's bet, if I can win the opponent in Zha Ke Town later, even if I win, how about it?"

Su Wenle felt that there was something wrong with this bet.

Maybe it's because Guan Hong is infinitely tall in his heart, which makes this kind of thing that sounds impossible become possible with Guan Hong.

He carefully weighed and analyzed carefully, "Isn't it normal for you to win Vancouver? Isn't it fair for me to be on the side with a high probability of winning and you to be on the side with a small probability of winning? If you really want to bet, I only bet you win the opponent, even if I win, if you can’t win the opponent, you will lose.”

Guan Hong's heart beat violently when he heard it, and that hit made his chest hurt.

There is nothing that can move his heart more than such unconditional trust.

A person like him who has been absent from training for half a month, in Su Wenle's heart, is still strong enough to defeat Vancouver, who just defeated MS without injury.

"Well, good." Guan Hong's tone was sweet and gentle, and his breath was floating, "If I win the opponent, you win."

He promised simply, but his heart beat like a drum.

Junkertown, he wants to win.

Also let Su Wenle win.