To play is to win!

Although the translated text was weird, Su Wenle had no problem understanding it.

With the communication channel, the atmosphere of the meeting between the three is much more harmonious.

"Saburo, who is this?" Murakami watched him typing patiently, "I didn't know you were so fond of making friends before."

Saburo has always been silent and has a lot to do with the family.

Whether it is to classmates or strangers, they are all indifferent attitudes.

It is unprecedented to have text conversations with foreigners like now.

Saburo typed "Your Shiba Inu is very cute and the name is very interesting" on the translator, and answered the friend's question casually.

"It's cookie," he said.

"Cooky?!" Murakami was surprised, "Don't you have a grudge?"

"No." Saburo replied decisively.

He held up his mobile phone to show Su Wenle his text, and then, Su Wenle also began to translate on his own mobile phone.

Murakami still refused to give up.

"He deliberately didn't come to the game last time. Isn't his attitude particularly arrogant? Uncle Fujita looked very angry when he said it."

"Uncle Fujita is old, exaggerating."

"You really have no hatred?"

"I said no."

Saburo glanced at Su Wenle's answer, then tapped his phone again.

"I'm still looking forward to the fact that after you meet, the winner will be decided in reality. Hmph, you are actually typing instead of fighting. Are you from the Sakamoto family?"

"Don't always have unrealistic fantasies, Murakami. The matter of the game must be solved in the game, not by violence."

He made a lot of sense, educating Murakami to be a law-abiding citizen with righteous words.

Su Bunle feels that Japanese people like Shiba Inu very much.

The flash eggs of their family are promising, and international friendship has sprouted.

Not only Saburo has been asking about the flash eggs, but his companions are also chattering.

Sha Chai Chai sat obediently, leaning on Su Wenle's hind legs, not interested in strangers.

Fortunately, Saburo and his companions did not mean to pet the dog.

—I heard you have a cold.

- It's ready, thank you!

——Then next month, I hope to play a game with you.

When Saburo showed him this sentence, his eyes were different.

Perseverance, confidence, and waiting for a response.

Quite seriously.

Murakami was speechless after seeing those words.

Ever since he lost the World Cup, Saburo has been obsessed with defeating cooky.

Obviously Saburo has learned kendo since he was a child, but he is addicted to this kind of computer game, fantasizing about the masters of data and data, and came to Los Angeles as if stimulated.

The guy in front of him is unstable and full of flaws, he can knock him down with one kick.

Saburo, however, regards it as a peerless master and pays special attention to it.

Moreover, the other party was still hesitant and not decisive at all.

Su Wenle thought about it for a long time, and felt that all this might stem from a misunderstanding that needed to be explained clearly.

He chooses words carefully when typing on the phone, even if the translator can't translate it intact, at least, he hopes that Saburo can understand what he means.

"Is your master going to give you some advice?"

Murakami saw that Su Bunle took an extremely long time typing, so he didn't think that the appointment required such a long reply.

He gloated a little, and said in an artificial tone: "Do you think he is writing 'Stupid Saburo, you are far behind me, let's swing the sword a hundred times a day to do the basics'?"

Saburo gave him a look.

"Just kidding." Murakami shrugged, "Don't mind."

Finally, Su Wenle deleted, edited, and translated the text.

——I didn’t make any agreement with you at the World Cup, because I can’t understand English, maybe I didn’t pay attention to the words when I answered, which caused you to misunderstand. I’m very sorry.I am also looking forward to playing against you, ms has been looking forward to every game with all the teams.The last time I got sick was an accident, not an escape.You are a very good player, there is no need to prove yourself by beating me.

Typing for 5 minutes, it only takes one second to read it.

Murakami was still beside him and said "You have been rejected, Saburo, hurry up and do it", Saburo ignored him and buried himself in writing a reply.

——I said, I will beat you.Whether you want to beat me or not.

Su Wenle understood the persistence of the Japanese.

He unknowingly established an enemy, but he couldn't simply turn the enemy into a friend.

But, it's very strange.

Even if it is to become stronger, a dps can chase a t and say: I want to beat you.

It was wrong at the beginning.

Su Wenle scratched his head and wrote another reply.

——I am t, you are dps, you should look for more accurate chasing targets, and make yourself a more powerful c player.

Su Wenle thought to himself, even if Saburo wanted to defeat Guan Hong!It's better than beating me!

Murakami smiled arrogantly, without hiding it at all.

This time, he won't laugh at Saburo in public.

He wants to go back and laugh all the time.

Saburo was very tolerant towards Murakami and didn't stop his companion from laughing.

He thought that Su Wenle could understand the highest level of Tao, which was the invisible Tao, but now he found that this person was in the invisible Tao, but his thoughts were imprisoned in the fixed pattern of hero classification.

It is very difficult to express this truth with a translator.

Saburo was still poking his phone, and the trilingual boss came out.

"Good afternoon, are you coming to the supermarket too?"

Even if Guan Hong didn't slow down his speech, the other party could understand him.

Guan Hong stretched out his right hand and greeted him in a commercial and polite way.

"I'm the captain of MS, Guan Hong."

"saburo."

"Murakami."

They shook hands and nodded one by one, switching the channel for this translation exchange.

Although not as fluent in Japanese, English is not bad.

With English proficiency, of course there is no need for translation.

Not long after taking up the job, the mobile phone was laid off again.

Su Wenle directly enters the wonderful state of who am I where am I and what are you talking about.

It is impossible for Guan Hong to stand coldly in front of anyone.

I have adapted to the social environment for a long time, and the conversation with social players like Murakami is very smooth.

The damn thing is, he didn't translate for Su Wenle.

"Guan Hong Guan Hong, ask the Osaka team if they would like to come to our party."

Su Wenle interrupted directly, not being polite.

"Who said there was a party?" Guan Hong asked back.

"Sister Ya!" Su Wenle explained eagerly, "She said she wants to establish a good relationship with other teams, so let me think about who to invite."

"So you invited Osaka?"

Guan Hong's tone was not kind, and he didn't want to explain more to the Japanese in front of him.

Walking out of the supermarket, seeing that they were able to chat with their mobile phones, Guan Hong already admired Qi Su Wenle's ability to provoke.

It took more than half an hour to walk to the meeting place in the base in Osaka. He didn't believe that these two people were just wandering around, coming to the supermarket and finding Su Wenle casually.

He knows much more about Osaka 46 than ordinary people.

If possible, he hopes to draw a separation zone for them and directly write "Japanese retreat".

Maybe men in love are narrow-minded.

His little cooky is simply a dessert that smells like "come and eat me".

A little carelessness was picked up by a dog.

"Yes." Su Wenle couldn't feel his sourness at all, "Sister Ya asked for it!"

Sister Ya's name was brought out, Guan Hong was upset and wanted to speak up.

He looked at the young man who was shorter than him, and said: "MS may hold a party, if you are interested, welcome to attend."

Not mentioning the time, location, or contact information is very dishonest.

"We left a little earlier, goodbye."

Guan Hong completed the task, nodded with a smile, and left with Su Wenle and Flash Egg.

Only a perfunctory farewell was left.

"Saburo, he invited you to a party?"

Looking at their backs, Murakami couldn't believe it, "Should it be Cooky's offer?"

"Ah."

Both Su Wenle and his captain could understand the short argument.

If it wasn't for Su Wenle, Guan Hong probably didn't want to bring up this matter.

Murakami analyzed carefully and made bold assumptions, "I think their captain's attitude is right. We and Morningstar are rival teams, and Cooky still wants to ask you out to play. Does this count as collaborating with MS?!"

Maybe Murakami's thinking is fixed.

Even Saburo finds it incredible.

If he hadn't entered the world of Overwatch, and stood on the stage of e-sports, his thoughts should be exactly the same as Murakami's.

"It's not collaborating with the enemy." He looked down at the content on the phone that he hadn't had time to show Su Wenle.

The boring tangible and intangible ways are so empty and dry that there is no soul.

Saburo turned off the translation software and said, "Cooky doesn't regard me as an enemy."

After walking a long way, Su Wenle was still thinking about what happened just now.

No matter how good the translation app is, it can be cumbersome to use.

Su Wenle shook the dog leash and asked, "Am I not motivated enough?"

"Motivated?" Guan Hong carried a bag of snacks, and he sighed inexplicably for some reason, "What other hero do you want to practice?"

"I'm not a hero, but I want to learn English." Su Wenle emphasized, "Look, I can't understand what Saburo and the others say. I'm as illiterate as a salted fish."

"You don't need to understand what he said."

Guan Hongman didn't care, and even encouraged Su Wenle to continue being illiterate.

"why?"

"No why."

The domineering and arrogant Guan Hong appeared again, and Su Wenle wanted to fight against the landlord class to the end.

He said: "I just want to learn English!"

As long as Su Wenle makes an oath, there is nothing he can't do.

So does Zarya, and so does Roadhog.

Now, it's time to learn English.

However, language and heroes are two very different fields.

A guy with talent like Su Wenle can quickly become a Roadmaster in a week, easily.

Want to learn English quickly in a week?

Hehe, if he could make it fast, he would have been at the top of the final exam that he was cramming.

Learning English is really not easy.

Su Wenle found the notebook he used in China, and planned to make a breakthrough from tactical terms.

However, the above are all fragmented words, which cannot meet the needs of daily communication at all.

When I came to Los Angeles, the online teaching of ms stopped because of the time difference.

Fortunately, the less advanced substitutes are still trying to catch up.

Su Wenle wants to learn a language well, and the management and coaching staff are all in favor.

"Isn't it just English? It's super simple." Sister Ya gave him strong confidence, "In the future, you will study together with Gao Qianjin, He Feng, and Gu Kuan. Our English teacher will teach one-on-one."

Sister Ya was quick and resolute in her work, and Su Wenle started a short English audition in the evening.

It is convenient for the teacher to understand his actual level and re-establish a suitable teaching arrangement for him.

The learning problem is solved.

The difficulty is that the teacher also arranged a simple after-class dictation.

With such a big Guan Hong standing next to Su Wenle, his eyes can drive away all teammates who are good teachers.

Perfectly won the right to dictate after class, which symbolizes that Guan Hong's power is unstoppable.

Guan Hong used to have a million ways to bully Su Wenle, but now, he has mastered the one million and one way.

With the door closed, dictation is more than just dictation.

Guan Hong pointed to himself and said, "I'll read it to you, and then you can write it on me."

With a serious face and talking hooligans, Su Wenle wanted to return the goods.

"Where is my gentle and polite captain before?"

Gentleness is right...but...

"Have you been polite?"

No, not at all.

Guan Hong has always touched and masturbated whenever he wanted to, and he was not polite at all.

The foolish boy's heart finally had an epiphany.

He thought that Guan Hong followed the rules, but one day he suddenly discovered his strengths.

As a result, it was premeditated!

Su Wenle jumped up and beat him up, "Say! Have you been coveting me for a long time!"

The soft claws are not threatening at all.

Guan Hong grabbed him and said affectionately: "No matter how long, you are mine."

Married and divorced, Su Wenle felt that Guan Hong was too arrogant.

However, dictation still needs to be completed, and his enthusiasm for learning will never go out.

Su Wenle thought too well.

Guan Hong read a word, and he drew a word on Guan Hong's chest with his finger. If he can survive three words, he is not considered a man.

In order to study hard, Su Wenle has been forced to agree to more unequal treaties.

As a result, dictation still stopped.

Su Wenle, who lost his power and humiliated the country, found that the subjugated slaves had no human rights, and decided to rise up and restore the country.

It's a pity that the grand plan of restoring the country was stillborn, and as the power was pushed, it turned into a moan and leaked out of the body.

What is dictation, what is dictation, Guan Hong just wants to seize every opportunity to touch it.

Su Wenle has already seen through him.

Tomorrow must be separated!

zzz...

Holding the sleeping cutie by his side, Guan Hong still thought about swiping his phone.

He euphemistically expressed "I am very happy today" on Weibo.

By the way, a photo of Su Wenle's cat and dog is also attached.

Guan Hong also went to Twitter once.

Since Osaka 46 has daily promoted Saburo information, this account has become his focus.

Sure enough, Osaka 46 has a new retweet this time.

Saburo: In order to advance towards the definite goal, I will start to learn dva, expand the hero pool, break the limit of my own c position, and comprehend the highest level of competition.

Guan Hong sneered.

Specializing in dps specifically proposed that he wants to practice dva, is this an explicit statement?

On his face, he was calm, and in his mind, training Roadhog was once again on the agenda.

It's time to master all heroes and teach the Japanese a lesson.