To play is to win!

Su Wenle:! ! !

I have a cold!

He got up to wash and went downstairs, feeling dizzy and stuffy all the way.

That feeling was so uncomfortable that his feet fluttered.

Ah cut!

He made a noise, causing everyone at the table to turn their heads in unison.

"Cold?" Guan Hong asked.

Zhang Si held the bowl and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, it's not that idiots can't-"

He was stopped by Lin Xiaoke before he finished speaking.

Master Guan is in a bad mood today, and if Zhang Si makes a careless move, his life may be ruined.

Fortunately, Guan Hong's focus was on asking about his relatives.

"Did you catch a cold in the shower yesterday?" Guan Hong reached out and touched Su Wenle's forehead, "I don't have a fever, stop using the air conditioner, I'll get you a coat."

"Yeah." Su Wenle nodded obediently, without any intention of refusing.

He was used to Guan Hong's care.

The teammates are also used to the captain's eccentricity.

"We will play the training game later, Su Wenle, can you hold on in this state?" Meng Beichuan squinted his eyes slightly when he saw him, extremely sleepy.

"I didn't, I didn't, ah! It's okay."

"It's all right." Meng Beichuan laughed at him, "Go and get him a mask, Zhu Di. It's a critical time, so you can't infect others."

During breakfast time, Su Wenle ate very painfully.

The noodles were delicious, but he couldn't taste them.

Ah Qie, Ah Qie's voice never stopped, Su Wenle specially kept two meters away from his teammates, so as not to really contagious.

Even if you go abroad, ms is also ready to cure all diseases Banlangen.

Su Wenle held the cup and sat on the bench.

Because he started to speak when he took the seat, the coach replaced him with Gao Qianjin for the convenience of communication.

Under normal circumstances, the substitutes only play in accidents.

As a result, ms accidents always come so fast.

The opponent that ms made an appointment with was Detroit.

They really wanted to find out before the match against Osaka 46, but unfortunately, that team directly refused, saying that they would see each other on the field.

The hostility was shown before the battle started.

It's not a good thing.

Out of tactical considerations, Meng Beichuan gave Guan Hong a few more words of advice.

Let him take care of Gao Qianjin.

In case Su Wenle couldn't play, causing the team to lose touch.

Su Wenle was wearing long sleeves and a mask, holding Banlangen.

He didn't intend to slack off while sitting on the bench, he swayed to the corner of the training room, turned on the backup computer, in an attempt to regain his state.

While other coaches analyzed scrims, British coach David came specifically to coach him.

This time there was an interpreter, so he would not fail to understand what David said.

However, he was sleepy.

He can wake up for two seconds by drinking two mouthfuls of banlangen between games.

Once the battle situation becomes easy, it will be sleepy.

"It's better to take a rest." David advised him, "You are sick."

"No problem." Su Wenle pinched the bridge of his nose, "I can still--"

Hold back!

He didn't dare to turn on the air conditioner.

Wearing long sleeves and feeling the cold wind of the air conditioner blowing over his head, he felt—

Ah cut!

The coach can't persuade Su Wenle.

Even if the contestant's eyes were almost closed, his hands were moving in inertia.

Guan Hong's role model of being on the job with illness is inspiring.

Like Guan Hong, he also has to stick to his position.

After a training session, during the halftime break, Guan Hong finally came to chase away people in person.

"Take some cold medicine and go to bed for a while."

Su Wenle refused decisively, "I don't!"

Guan Hong suddenly became stern, and dragged him out, "You kept sneezing until we were resuming the replay, so I immediately took medicine and went to sleep. I'll check up when I wake up, and I'll make an appointment with the doctor if you're still sick. "

Su Wenle, who wanted to play a joke, couldn't resist Guan Hong's tone.

Not to mention he was sick.

The time during the intermission is precious, and they are all listening to the coach's review and arranging the next map tactics.

Guan Hong wasted his time taking care of patients, acting like he was making trouble for no reason.

I haven't made a fuss yet, Su Wenle felt aggrieved, took the capsules and tablets given by Guan Hong, and poured them with water.

If there is a real disturbance, will Guan Hong beat me up?

Sick guys are always narrow-minded.

Guan Hong was still telling him "Don't turn on the air conditioner, call if you have something to do", but he threw himself on the bed, wrapped up in a ball, and didn't want to listen.

The nose is blocked and very uncomfortable.

But the quilt was so warm that he closed his eyes and refused to open them again.

Guan Hong came over and patted his head, and asked in a low voice, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

No, I slept super well and didn't miss you at all.

Su Wenle snorted softly, too lazy to answer.

The guy who can't participate in the training match has a big temper.

Guan Hong was not in a hurry, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking his hair slowly, as if Su Wenle would not leave without answering.

"Go to training quickly." Su Wenle's voice was dull, urging him to leave quickly.

"Yeah." Guan Hong gently stroked the tip of his curled hair, "I'll come and see you after the training."

It's as if Su Wenle can sleep all day, and their training can be over in a few minutes.

Su Wenle thought to himself: I'll just squint for a while and sneak down later, who wants to wait for you to come and see me, I'm not sleepy at all, just pretending to sleep to trick you out...

zzz...

The training of MS and Detroit does not have much reference value.

With Su Wenle not around, Gao Qianjin was a little less aggressive playing the deputy t.

Moreover, the Detroit Renaissance team is training the lineup, and the overall coordination is also poor.

A training session plus replay only took two hours.

"I think Osaka 46 is so boring!" Zhang Si complained, "How many times have we asked them out? Reject all, are we dignified Morningstars so shameless?"

"Be afraid." Lin Xiaoke didn't have any special feelings. "The Japanese team lost to us in the World Cup. Now that they have Korean aid, they definitely want to find their way back."

"So stingy?" Li Qin couldn't believe it.

Zhou Anming drank Banlangen and said meaningfully: "After all, it is a national-level team, so it must be special."

They are chatting.

Guan Hong is working.

His hard work and Gao Qianjin explained the role of dva in the team, and he missed Su Wenle very much.

He is also considered a man with belonging in mind.

I can no longer irresponsibly say to dva players such ambiguous words as "your responsibility is to protect me".

"Wow, great news."

Sister Ya stepped on her high heels and started running.

Holding her mobile phone up high, she said, "The Osaka women's team has called off."

The inside of ms is polite and harmonious, everyone shouts "Team Osaka" and "Team Japan".

Fans are not so polite, they greet them casually by various nicknames.

After the exposure of Osaka 46 plus the identity of the entertainment giant, the nickname of Japan's only owl team has never been separated from the "women's team".

Sister Ya was deeply hurt by it, so she opened her mouth and came.

"What gauntlet?"

Zhang Si jumped up and rushed over to look, full of curiosity.

I saw the latest news of Osaka 46 appeared on the Twitter interface.

The team relayed Saburo's words in an official tone.

"Osaka 46 team captain Saburo said that he is looking forward to the match with the morning stars in the show area and will fulfill the agreement with cooky."

"...Wait?" Lin Xiaoke felt that there was something wrong with Zhang Si's translation, "What kind of war letter is this?"

"No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a confession!" Even Zhou Anming was not calm, and stood up to see what the original sentence was.

As a result, the English version does mean that.

Saburo and cooky have a contract that needs to be fulfilled.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Guan Hong like a pinprick.

And Guan Hong said indifferently: "They did have an agreement."

"!!!"

Everyone pricked up their curious ears, ready to hear the explosive news.

As a result, Guan Hong smiled slightly and continued, "But I won't tell you."

"..."

xiuqumorningstar: Yes, we have not forgotten.

Domestic melon-eating parties are still studying the situation of Osaka's challenge, and Morning Star is taking up the challenge on Twitter.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

The two teams were not afraid of the rhythm, and fed a group of people first.

——Is it a declaration of war or a confession?

——How could it be a confession, if Guan Hong confessed, he would tear up the Osaka girl group!

——No, Osaka posted from Saburo's personal perspective, while MS posted from the team's perspective, there must be something strange in it.

——...They are all in English, so why not allow both of them to be poor in English?

All kinds of disputes concentrated before the game.

The Osaka 46 team, which has a weak sense of existence, suddenly set off a wave of madness in the country.

The representative city of Osaka, Japan, is behind the capital entertainment industry. The players absorb all the members of the Japanese representative team and the local Korean team.

As soon as the superficial news was revealed, the following gossip news was mixed in true and false, and everyone in the forum built tall buildings.

——What does the Sakamoto group mean?Is it the group I understand?

Residents in a society ruled by law are full of curiosity about Japanese underworld families.

After seeing the inextricable relationship between the investors of Osaka 46 and the Sakamoto group, the gossip party immediately boiled over.

Underworld!girl group!play games!

The presence of Osaka 46 exploded, and some people even proposed impossible ideas.

——They all have to participate in such fantasy things as e-sports, it can't be that the boss of the Sakamoto group likes Overwatch so much!

——Wake up, if you really like Overwatch, the Japanese team should go back after losing the battle.

——Maybe the lack of seppuku was due to the fact that the Sakamoto-gumi directly participated in the battle, so this time he made a speech to avenge his shame!right!I'm talking about saburo!The young man's bones are so strange that he is also called Sanlang, and he is sure to become a big deal at first glance!

——…Are you crazy? How could the black second generation play e-sports?

The smell of gossip overwhelmed the smell of gunpowder.

The discussion outside was in full swing, but all the MS staff were very calm.

No matter how strong Osaka is, it is impossible to beat Vancouver.

After experiencing the ruthless trampling in Vancouver, everyone can take any challenge with equanimity.

Besides, if Guan Hong can play, no one is afraid of him.

After training, Su Wenle was still sleeping.

Guan Hong opened the door lightly and went in, only to see the patient with stretched limbs.

Su Wenle's quilt was not covered properly, her shoulders and arms were exposed, and she felt cold, so she reached out and touched under the pillow.

He slept comfortably, with his nose blocked and his lips slightly parted, snoring lightly.

Didn't know anyone had declared war on him.

At that time in the World Cup, Saburo had already said that he would definitely beat Su Wenle.

And what did Su Wenle tell him?

"metoo."

Guan Hong snickered in the dark room.

Regardless of whether this sentence is used correctly or not, Saburo must have understood what Su Bunle meant.

Before ms developed a new friendship with the owl team, Lele's enemy came to him.

Guan Hong thinks this is a good thing.

At least, not admirers to compete with him.

On the stage of the owl, the eyes of the whole world will find this lovely dva.

Moreover, he will become stronger and stronger and be liked by more people.

Guan Hong often wants to hide Su Wenle, learn those surreal teaching videos, and play a lifetime of imprisonment and black room.

It doesn't matter if you don't get a response when you reveal your heart.

The person is his now, do you still care if Su Wenle agrees or not?

He reached out to stroke Su Wenle's hair, his heart filled with dark thoughts.

Finally woke up the sleeping patient.

"Huh?" Su Wenle looked at him with sleepy and fluffy eyes, and the short hair on his head was pulled into a mess.

"Get up." Guan Hong smiled softly, without any regrets, "It's time to eat."