To play is to win!

Guan Hong thought, some people really linger.

Su Wenle hugged the orange juice and pressed the button, Saburo stared at him, and then bowed his head to write a reply the moment the content was translated.

The person who can obviously speak English is sitting next to him.

Su Wenle didn't ask for help.

Saburo acts like he doesn't exist.

Guan Hong didn't even have a chance to intervene.

So, when Su Wenle was typing, Guan Hong stretched out his head to supervise.

Looking at it twice, I feel that he really thinks too much.

—I thought you were all watching the game in the training room.

——It will definitely be very exciting later!

Don't look at Saburo's answer.

Guan Hong knew what they were talking about.

He just wanted to ask, what kind of composition is this.

hello i'mlei.

helloi'mhanmeimei.

It's not classy enough, and there's no face-to-face, so he just leans back on the seat and doesn't bother to care about it.

Su Wenle and Saburo were sitting and chatting together, but they couldn't let go of their phones.

Saburo was very quiet, buried his head in prodding, and then showed him the translation.

Su Wenle whispered while typing in the exciting background sound.

Saburo suddenly asked: "I remember you are learning English."

The tone is slow, the words are clear, and the English level of the nine-year compulsory education should be understood.

As soon as this question came out, Guan Hong turned his head when he vaguely heard it.

Saburo is a very alert person.

The moment he felt Guan Hong's gaze, he turned his head slightly, and he was able to meet Guan Hong's gaze.

The ms team has a long-standing reputation.

As long as anyone who joins ow e-sports, there is no one who does not know Guanhong's ID.

Entering the international league all the way from a small team at the bottom is an inspirational representative in itself.

Lost in front of the final, took the third place and returned.

A lot of people lamented that ms could get a better name, but Overwatch is so fickle.

Before the World Cup, Saburo focused on Guan Hong.

The captain of the Chinese team, an all-around free man, who would not want to fight against such a person?

As a result, the World Cup suffered a crushing defeat, and a player who "only knows dva" used Roadhog to fish the whole game.

A master knows more than he does.

And it's endless.

His father warned him that "there are people outside people", and he actually experienced it in e-sports.

Learn from your opponent, then beat your opponent.

is the main purpose of saburo.

Unfortunately, it seems that in order to defeat Guan Hong, you must first defeat Cooky.

Just like clearing the levels of the game, the big boss is after defeating Xiao Wang.

"I'm studying, but Cooky doesn't like to talk about it."

Guan Hong even answered ruthlessly.

Even if he was smiling, his whole tone was fast and pointed, obviously he was only talking to Saburo and didn't want Su Wenle to hear him at all.

The hostility was obvious, and the smile could not be concealed.

However, Saburo hasn't responded yet.

Su Wenle suddenly said: "icanalittle!" (I know a little)

"buti'mworse." (buti'm worse)

"i'mtryingveryhard!" (I'm trying very hard)

Chinglish was so strong that Guan Hong couldn't help laughing out loud.

Then, Su Wenle turned around and threw orange juice at him, "Why are you laughing! Can you show the love of your teammates!"

"Be sure to correct it next time. Let me translate it for you. Don't poke your phone so hard."

Guan Hong repented so quickly that Su Wenle didn't believe it at all.

Saburo probably relies on words. After the soul comprehends it, it will be persuasive. "You can try it. I will speak slowly. If you don't understand, you can ask me to repeat."

"Ok!"

"Then, can you understand this speaking speed?"

"that's good!" (very good)

After the elementary school students' composition, it became an English class for elementary school students.

Saburo is very patient.

Su Wenle showed confusion, and would repeat the complicated vocabulary just now.

If he didn't suddenly realize it, Saburo would quickly poke the phone to show him the explanation of the word, and also turn on the loudspeaker to play the standard pronunciation.

The social tools of modern society are so advanced.

Even if two people teach and teach, there is no basis for a pleasant chat, Su Wenle is still very happy.

Su Wenle and Saburo are happy, but Guan Hong is not happy.

He immediately jumped into the topic when Saburo lowered his head and poked his phone, turned into an English teacher, and explained to Su Wenle gently and kindly, "He said 'there are tactical adjustments in the team', and tactics means tactics."

Guan Hong also joined the teaching, and the mobile phone translator was immediately laid off.

The two surrounded Su Wenle and taught him English words.

Guan Hong: dva is tank, tank, Genji is c, center, you can also directly say dps.

Saburo: The coach feels that c can also be used as a tank, which can better understand the status of teammates, and dva is also another level of dps.

Guan Hong: The main combat method of dva is to protect teammates, this is the meaning of her as a tank.

Saburo: The definition of a tank is not absolute here, just like Zarya, its role is not just to protect teammates.

It was harmonious and friendly at the beginning, but later it turned into a communication between Guan Hong and Saburo.

The speed of speech unknowingly accelerated, and Su Wenle's face was "???", shouting in English: "Wait, wait."

However, how could he prevent the two masters of English from sparring.

When C and C meet, they must fight to the death.

One person teaches, interesting, two people teach, super annoying.

"Okay, don't talk about it." Su Wenle stopped Guan Hong, "Add chaos, understand?"

He is strict with his own family, but relaxed with outsiders.

He turned his head and pointed to the venue, looked at Saburo and said, "it'??canchatphonewithweixin (this is about to start, we can chat on WeChat)."

WeChat has its own translation.

Su Wenle had never thought of such a useful thing before.

After being annoyed by Guan Hongchao, he finally remembered.

It can also chat, send voice, and translate, and avoid Guan Hong's interruption, killing four birds with one stone.

Under the guidance of International Music, Saburo installed the international version of unfamiliar software for the first time.

Got my first friend.

Of course, it should be the only one.

Guan Hong felt that Su Wenle was hopeless.

Friendship addiction is not even afraid of Osaka 46.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but they will turn upside down when they are bold.

"Your orange juice, hold."

Guan Hong threw the orange juice bottle in his hand into his arms, he had to let Su Wenle recognize the seriousness of the relationship.

Like, what would you do without me!

Without Guan Hong making troubles, Su Wenle's life is more comfortable.

While drinking orange juice, I asked my Japanese friends if they would like to have a sip.

This kind of unhygienic and careless behavior almost caused Guan Hong to fail again.

Fortunately, Saburo was very polite and shook his head directly.

Very sensible.

The game between MS and Detroit has almost no suspense.

The three specially-invited commentators in the commentary seat raised placards in support of Morningstar three times in a row without hesitation at all.

"MS has proven their strength, today's game is just icing on the cake."

"I don't think Detroit can beat MS, what? MS can't beat Guan Hong and Cooky? Sorry, I still don't think Detroit can win MS."

"Morningstar! Morningstar! Nobody can stop me from supporting Morningstar! Even if they say 'Americans support Detroit', I would say no!"

Guest commentators are always able to elicit good laughter from the audience.

I don't know how many times, when the audience was hahaha, Su Wenle made a sound.

Some words don't need to be understood.

Just look at the sign.

The triple purple morning star logo shines brightly in the spotlight.

"We will win." After Su Wenle said this, he translated it himself, "wemustwin."

"Of course." Guan Hong looked at the cheering Detroit Revival team, "It's our team after all."

Saburo didn't speak.

MS people can have full confidence in their teammates.

However, as a member of the Osaka team, he may not be able to guarantee that Osaka will win against Detroit.

There may be envy, there may be exclamation.

Saburo just remembered all the players on stage with sharp eyes.

The next time we meet, we will all be enemies of Osaka.

Esports is beautiful and brutal.

What was an easy matchup for some teams was extremely difficult for others.

In Su Wenle's view, Gao Qianjin made many mistakes worth noting.

Retreat for support, advance for impact.

Perhaps because of the loss of Guan Hong's patient guidance by his side, his panic can be seen with the naked eye.

Unfortunately, in the face of ms, who made obvious mistakes, Detroit was still powerless to struggle.

The power gap is too great.

"Detroit's weaknesses at each position are too obvious."

Su Wenle was able to point out Jiangshan during the break, "They lack teamwork. Obviously Tracer killed two, but the front row collapsed. It doesn't look like a well-run team at all."

"The pressure resistance in the front row is too poor." Guan Hong copied his hands, "If Widowmaker in Detroit can kill two more, maybe the team battle will not be lost."

The core of the two ms teams is justifiably worried about Detroit's victory.

However, Detroit is unlikely to live up to their demands.

The flaws that were not discovered in the training match were fully exposed in the official match.

Su Wenle is anxious for the Detroit players:

Gao Qianjin's shield is exhausted, and he can take it away with any set fire, so don't rush to seize the loopholes.

As a result, Detroit was wiped out by Gu Kuantuan, and Su Wenle didn't even wait for Detroit's counterattack.

The result of the game was 3:1, the only point that ms lost was lost by himself.

Su Wenle had already imagined Brother Meng's expression.

Ms was so overjoyed that she was bound to face the wrath of the coach when she went back.

"During the training match, I didn't feel that Detroit was so weak." Su Wenle concluded.

"They changed their tactical system, so it can only be said that they are victims of the version."

The two communicated well in Chinese.

Su Wenle, who was immersed in English exchange and learning before, completely forgot to take care of the feelings of international friends.

He said self-consciously: "If it were me, I might take Luba Bobo. Only relying on the firepower of double cs is not enough. We must have heroes with the ability to instantly reduce personnel to make up for the lack of damage."

There are many ways to unravel Detroit's woes.

What Su Wenle proposed is just one of them.

"Brother Meng might use 3c or 4c. With advanced experience in fish ponds, he is simply the nemesis of Zhang Si and Gu Kuan. As long as Detroit can get it, ms can't beat it."

Every word is spoken like an undercover agent.

He also analyzed it seriously, determined to defeat his own team.

They were talking excitedly, and Saburo suddenly spoke up, praising in English: "It's really a wonderful game."

"Forehead……"

I also want to criticize MS for not being stable enough as a whole, Su Wenle suddenly finds it difficult to continue.

He just looked at Saburo and said, "yes."

Even if there is a universe in the heart, it is defeated by the complex language system.

If other Chinese players told him "wonderful", he would definitely reply "MS is still too fragile without Guan Hong".

Now, he has lost his position of objectivity and impartiality.

Entered the English channel, and re-established a link with Saburo on the topic of "exciting games".

Guan Hong listened to the stumbling word practice, and kept replaying ms' mistakes.

He picked up his phone and clicked on Brother Meng's chat window.

The bench player typed online, and sent out short essays, telling his intuitive feelings off the stage.

After about five or six minutes, the quiet dialog box finally jumped out to reply.

Meng Beichuan: Uncle Guan, please take a good vacation. What's wrong with ms that I can't see?

Guan Hong: ...

Interfering offside is a shame.

Su Wenle focuses on cultivating international friendships.

Guan Hong can only play with his mobile phone during the game break.

"Take a picture, Lele."

Guan Hong tapped on his phone to take a selfie and held it up.

"Okay, okay." As soon as the photo was taken, Su Wenle calmed down.

He never misses the part that everyone is looking forward to waiting for others to praise him.

"Taking pictures?" Saburo asked.

"Yes, together?" Su Wenle directly invited.

The two-person photo became a three-person photo.

Take a good photo.

Saburo, who looked up at the camera, really had an explosive wattage.

Su Wenle's eagerness to learn is doomed to make it impossible to discuss in today's game.

Guan Hong was in a calm state of mind, waiting for them to develop the friendship between primary school students.

He has plenty of opportunities to do a complete training on Su Wenle's awareness of prevention.

At the venue, I met warm and friendly Osaka players.

I experienced the atmosphere of the scene while watching the game.

When you return to the base, you can also return to the training room to participate in the review.

Su Wenle, who has officially ended his vacation, is full of energy.

I just want to write what I have seen and heard in the past few days in my diary.

As a result, Su Wenle's leisure ended at going back to his room to sleep.

As soon as the door was closed, Guan Hong trapped him by the door, trying to pose a physical threat.

People who are 1.9 meters are willful.

But it was not enough to deal with Su Wenle.

In order to satisfy Guan Hong's wish, Su Wenle shrank down very intimately, giving him the ideal romantic angle of "staring down".

"Ha." Guan Hong wanted to be serious, but was amused by Su Wenle's movement of raising his head, "Get up."

"Cooperate with you." Su Wenle stood up straight reluctantly, "In case you can't satisfy your landlord's desire and bully me at night."

Guan Hong felt that Su Wenle was so cute that he couldn't control it.

They were close together, and their sweet kiss was a matter of course, no one needed to shout to start.

People who have dated are just different.

Even the executors of iron-blooded hegemony can't bear to be taught a blunt lesson.

Guan Hong rubbed his ear and murmured, "Don't get too close to people in Osaka."

"why?"

Su Wenle's eyes are innocent, and he doesn't understand disputes other than competition.

Guan Hong really wanted to tell him frankly: Osaka 46 is backed by the Sakamoto group, and the underworld organization that has lasted for more than 100 years is by no means a brainless and violent group.

After legal corporatization, every movement hides political intentions.

And Saburo can become the captain of the team in the Sakamoto group, requiring a large number of team members to keep quiet on the field, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be just ordinary players.

Then the answer is obvious,

The more frequent the communication, the more dangerous it is. Family factors make them impossible to be like-minded people.

but……

If this concern is put out bluntly, it is too much like an overbearing parent who "forbids you to play with him because his parents are not good people".

The black second generation who was able to come out to play e-sports, apart from bringing a group of vicious subordinates to watch the game, did not do anything harmful

By the way, it also promoted the development of Overwatch in Japan and stimulated the global owl economy.

Baili and no harm.

Guan Hong was silent for a while.

In the end, he frowned and said, "Because I will be unhappy."

"mean."

There was no reason to be afraid, Su Wenle pushed him away and lay down on the bed, raised his phone and continued to send messages.

Heartless and heartless.

Guan Hong stroked his short hair, rushed forward and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll be jealous?"

"What kind of jealousy are you?" Su Wenle replied, "I haven't been jealous of your fans yet, and they really like you and chase after you. My friends in Osaka and I belong to an ultra-pure e-sports friendship. , In comparison, you are simply a philandering radish."

Guan Hong suddenly became a representative of Huaxin.

He has a question mark all over his head.

Reaching out to grab it, the phone was confiscated, and Su Wenle was not allowed to play.

"Be clear." Guan Hong didn't allow his single-mindedness to be tarnished, "Where did I bother?"

childish.

Su Wenle didn't want to answer, so he rolled over and fell asleep.

"Hey, don't play dumb, just say it!"

"Lele?"

"Pretending to be asleep, did I take off my clothes?"

As soon as Guan Hong made a move, Su Wenle jumped up and ran out immediately.

"I went back to my room to sleep!"

run now?

Think beautifully.

Guan Hong grabbed his half-off pants and dragged him back.

If you don't ask why tonight, Su Wenle won't want to sleep anymore.

Su Wenle was very angry.

The difference in height is a few centimeters, why can't he beat Guan Hong?

Tossed and played at night, he had to admit that he was jealous.

Stakes, hooligans, bullies.

I vowed to sleep in separate rooms.

Under Guan Hong's claws, he was so tired that he fell asleep.

A good day starts in the afternoon.

Su Wenle returned to the training room, yawning and listless.

"Brother Le, did you suffer from insomnia last night?"

Seeing that he was sleepy, Zhang Si wanted to make him a cup of coffee.

The source of insomnia tapped on the keyboard and laughed softly, without answering.

"I have nightmares at night." Su Wenle replied angrily, "I always dream that someone opens my door. I will definitely check the lock before going to sleep."

This was told to Guan Hong.

Yet the man was still smiling, fearless.

Su Wenle practiced heroes, but still felt a little sleepy.

The training arranged by the coach is still early, and playing with mobile phones can effectively resist the Sandman.

As soon as Su Wenle opened WeChat, he found Saburo's message.

Making friends on WeChat is much easier than using a translator in person, and Su Wenle can still understand some simple vocabulary.

He didn't care about Guan Hong's peeking, and continued his international journey.

From time to time, he asked Zhang Si aloud: How do you spell congratulations?

"Congratulations? Congratulate, let me see, Brother Le, are you taking tutoring?"

Zhang Si came over curiously.

The interface is still the same chat interface, but the content is full of cross-translations between Japanese and English.

It's not easy at first glance.

"Who? Brother Le, you already have Japanese fans." Zhang Si exclaimed.

This charm is invincible, at most he has received a "cute" from the enthusiastic American people.

"It's Saburo from the Osaka team, he's asking me about dva."

Lin Xiaoke raised her head back and asked, "Isn't Saburo c?"

"Well, he's been practicing dva recently, so he asked me some techniques."

Zhang Si is smarter, and immediately connected with the sugar-coated bullets of imperialism.

He bluffed and said, "Brother Le, does he want to bribe you and get information about you?"

"How is it possible." Su Wenle said while spelling out words, "Don't think of people so badly."

"It's not that I think, it's because he's inherently bad. The heir of the Sakamoto group in Japan, isn't he the underworld?"

"what?"

Su Wenle stopped his fingers, "What heir?"

Zhang Si once again realized Su Wenle's non-human fireworks.

Obviously, holding the mobile phone to browse the forum and Weibo all day long, I can always perfectly miss the most exciting insider gossip.

"Saburo's name is Saburo Sakamoto, and Osaka 46 is the team of the Sakamoto group. Sakamoto group, Sakamoto Saburo, it's a coincidence that you said they are okay. When Japan decided to take the seat and establish a team, the imported news said that it was specially for Saburo. It's for money. After all, Saburo is very famous, well, people in the world call him the little prince of the underworld."

Zhang Si's heart for gossip is never dead, and by the way, he also mocked Su Wenle Village's access to the Internet, "I don't know, brother Le, what kind of forum do you usually use?"

The brushes are all "Photos of Guan Hong's women's clothing continue to be released [high-definition]" "Lucky got the second shot of the vaccine, let me show you the photos" "Analysis of owl tactics, take xiuqumorningstar as an example."

Su Wenle was dumbfounded, as if he missed a hundred million.

"...What the hell is the little prince of the underworld?"

"The Sakamoto group is the underworld! Don't you know this? Come on, Brother Le, let me tell you. The Sakamoto group-the violent organization of the Great Japanese Empire, the hawk dog of the shogunate, kills without blinking an eye! Who dares to let our group leader If he is not happy, I will make his whole family unhappy!" Zhang Si's tone caught up with Pingshu, "Sakamoto Saburo is the heir of the Sakamoto family who has been loved by thousands of people, he doesn't like red makeup and loves armed forces, he wears armor and joins the army for his father... …Ah, no, no, I don’t like the underworld and love e-sports, so I set up a love&peace e-sports team with my subordinates to break new ground on the keyboard stage! Dangdang, the little prince of the underworld wants to quell violence with love and e-sports, and vows to fight with e-sports Live and die!"

There are too many slots, Su Wenle can't say anything.

Except for the fact that the fans in Osaka were a little bit more brutal, he didn't realize that Saburo looked like a gangster.

Before, he thought that Saburo was a second-year middle school boy with a withdrawn personality, cold eyes, immersed in the thought of "it's not me, it's the world" who escaped to the e-sports field.

But they communicated a little more, and he found that Saburo didn't have a world-weary chuuni aura.

On the contrary, he appears humble and studious, with high cultural accomplishment and patience.

Su Wenle bowed his head and continued poking and poking with the legendary little prince of the underworld.

At the end, Zhang Si, who was still disgusted in his tone——

"Now is a society ruled by law, don't believe in rumors and spread rumors."