To play is to win!

Guan Hong watched Yincheng's game with Su Wenle in his arms.

There was no way, his fanboy grabbed him and screamed wildly.

Watching a game is more exciting than the audience in the arena.

Then he should hold it and watch.

To prevent Su Wenle from jumping on Brother Meng.

This guy is ignorant at all, so it's really worrying.

Sweet troubles didn't last long.

The Silver City beat Chicago under Contin.

"He played very well." Meng Beichuan was full of praise. "Kang Ting's hero pool is getting wider and wider. I am optimistic that he will become an excellent free agent."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Su Wenle was super excited, "Tingting said that his dva and Moira are practicing! Wood is teaching him, and he's playing really well. When I double row with him, he won't hold back .”

Su Wenle's blind worship can be heard from "not holding back = strong and invincible".

In his heart, there is probably no player he doesn't like.

Unfortunately, in Guan Hong's view, Kang Ting's condition is very dangerous.

Yincheng's overall cooperation was poor, and it was all supported by Kang Ting alone.

Wood still plays brilliantly from time to time, and the rhythm of the sub-c and the auxiliary is not good at all.

Yincheng was able to win against Chicago, borrowing too much luck.

I don't know if they will still have a chance to meet ms in the title match.

"Hmmmm?"

Su Wenle stared at the screen, saw that Kang Ting and Chicago had finished shaking hands, and did not leave immediately.

"Is there any post-match show?"

Listening to the commentator's voice, Meng Beichuan groaned, and said, "Today's post-match interview is to interview Tingting."

In previous interviews, Yincheng refused.

The reasons are the same, "the players are not ready" and "the players are exhausted after the game".

This time, Kang Ting won the mvp against Chicago and finally raised his head in front of the screen.

He doesn't like to laugh.

His daily image is exactly the same as his introverted and awkward personality. Standing next to the host holding the microphone, his whole body has "coldness" written all over him.

They are all Chinese star players who were interviewed, and his gentleness is completely different from Guan Hong.

Even the answers to questions are concise.

Su Wenle was surprised, "Why did the host say such a long paragraph, but Tingting's answer was so short?"

Meng Beichuan said: "Although the host said so much, it was a bunch of nonsense. In the end, he didn't ask 'are you nervous' and 'are you confident', so of course he replied 'not nervous' and 'confident'."

Kang Ting's English is already very good, unlike Su Wenle who still needs translation.

He can be regarded as the No.1 Chinese player who can perfectly integrate into the international atmosphere.

Of course, except for gifted teenagers who have no language barriers.

While discussing off the court, they felt that Kang Ting was too silent.

However, after two questions, the host asked: "Ting, do you have any expectations for future games?"

"Have."

Kang Ting was still concise and to the point, just when everyone thought he was going to maintain his aloof temperament until the end, he suddenly showed a very shallow smile.

He said: "I hope to win the next game in a row, catch up with Morning Star, and then beat them in the title match!"

The words were full of momentum and excited tone, which was completely different from before.

The whole world loves to hear battles and provocations. As soon as he finished speaking, the cheers of the audience even overwhelmed the exclaim of the host.

The same team from China——

A team started at the top of the list and has led so far.

One started at the bottom and slowly moved up.

There are six or seven excellent teams between them, and all the teams are working hard for the final title match of the stage.

There is no doubt that ms entered the title match.

But Yincheng, according to the current points, it must win consecutively, and the team above it must be defeated.

The competition between points and points is not just a team that is strong enough to enter the title match.

Kang Ting's declaration is not only a declaration of war against MS, but also a provocation against other teams.

The taciturn player is indeed the killer.

Cherish words like gold, and one sentence is astonishing.

"Tingting is incredible." Meng Beichuan admired this fearless character, "I guess audiences all over the world will remember him now."

"It's a good thing."

Guan Hong is rarely pleased with Kang Ting's growth, "This is also the meaning of the owl."

Let more players be recognized by the whole world.

Let their efforts be rewarded as they should be.

No matter which team Kang Ting joins in the future, no one will forget his arrogance.

If this arrogance can be realized...

"It's a pity." Guan Hong said with a smile, "His arrogance is destined to be arrogant."

No problem getting into the title game.

beat ms?

impossible.

Silver City and Chicago Game [-].

There is still a third game in the owl, and then it is the turn of the team's open day.

While watching the performance of other contestants, Su Wenle and Xie Qi excitedly discussed "the best Tingting" on the phone.

Player fans all over the world are the same, and they can chat about a new world around a game that takes less than two hours.

As he spoke, Xie Qi began to feel sad.

Not only can't come to the scene to listen to Tingting's domineering declaration, but also can't come to the open day to eat sweets with one hand.

Xie Qi: Leave me a copy of your public day gifts!

Su Wenle: It's all sugar, it will melt.

Xie Qi: Liar, there are still photos!

Su Wenle: Hey, we know each other so well, what kind of photos do we need?

The two chatted on WeChat.

Xie Qi said that he was coming soon and had already started planning his trip to Los Angeles.

Because of the competition in the first season, the Spring Festival is in the middle.

In order to avoid wasting training time going back and forth, they have already decided to spend the Spring Festival in Los Angeles.

Thinking of this, Su Wenle was still a little lonely.

His father has a job, so he can't come here casually.

Alone, it is impossible for my mother to go abroad.

The whole family like Xie Qi came to celebrate the Spring Festival. He said he was envious, but he was really envious in his heart.

"Ugh……"

As soon as Su Wenle sighed, Guan Hong leaned over and bumped him on the shoulder.

"Don't moan, little old man."

"You are so domineering, old man." Su Wenle rolled his eyes at him, "If you don't go back for the Spring Festival, don't your parents miss you?"

"Think about it." Guan Hong said with a smile, "If you think about it, I will come to Los Angeles. If you don't want to, you won't come. Are you homesick?"

"a little bit."

Except for returning home before going abroad and not seeing his father yet, Su Wenle makes video calls with his family almost every week.

Sometimes it's night in Los Angeles, sometimes it's early morning in Los Angeles.

Communicating with parents across jet lag, it seems that even the topic of conversation has crossed oceans.

He repeatedly reported his breakfast, lunch and dinner, and occasionally mentioned Guan Hong's taking care of himself.

Then, my mother would say angrily, "It's causing trouble again."

Before Su Wenle had time to test Guan Hong's parents' favorability, Su's mother's nagging began.

Greedy, lazy, careless.

It made him ashamed to praise Guan Hong any more.

The more he boasted, the more lazy he was, and he was completely taken care of by Guan Hong.

Thinking of this, Su Wenle leaned his head on Guan Hong's shoulder.

He said: "My parents won't be able to come. They won't be able to come to the last World Cup, let alone the Spring Festival. Visiting relatives is enough for them to use up their seven-day vacation."

"After finishing the first season, I'll accompany you back." Guan Hong grabbed a jelly casually and said on Su Wenle's mobile phone, "In the past few months, I can only wrong you to overcome it."

Su Wenle is not insurmountable.

It’s okay to be busy playing games, but once you return to a leisurely state, it’s a lie to say you don’t want to go home.

Suddenly, he remembered that Guan Hong had never been home.

Whether it's a team vacation, or packing luggage before going abroad.

Guan Hong always stayed at the base, never leaving.

"Guan Hong..." Su Wenle ate the jelly, his cheeks puffed up, "You haven't been home for almost half a year, have you?"

"I go back once a year."

Seeing that he likes to eat, Guan Hong brought him jelly and peeled it up, "Go back during the Spring Festival. This year is just right, so there is no need to go back."

His tone was relaxed, as if one task was missing.

Su Wenle is a child who hasn't grown up. After being away from home for a long time, he misses his parents very much, although his mother doesn't miss him very much.

"Why?"

"There is no reason. Come on, do you want to eat this lychee flavor? I saw an orange one just now."

Guan Hong has already learned the gag skills of snacks, "Judy, help me bring the crispy crisps, it's on the table over there, in my bag."

The two dogs watched the game together, and even ordered the assistant to get snacks.

It's just that the world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not old.

Su Wenle ate and watched the game, and by the way, devoted one-thirtieth of his attention to thinking about "why".

Then he had previously guessed that Guan Hong was "weak, pitiful and helpless".

Su Wenle can direct and think up a bloody script by himself.

For example, if you run away from home for a career, even if you are world-renowned, you still cannot be recognized, so you can only go home during the Spring Festival to be angry (?)

When Su Wenle had imagined that Guan Hong won the world championship and went home to face the sad scene of cynicism, Sister Ya came in and clapped her hands.

"Let's go, let's go, it's time for you to play."

They are ready and waiting for the crew to do the logistics.

Although there is nothing to prepare, just stand there in the passage.

Guan Hong felt that Su Wenle was very silent.

Even the frequency of chewing candy has slowed down.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm." Su Wenle chewed and asked hesitantly, "Next time you go home, why not let me accompany you."

In this way, when Guan Hong is being bullied, he can jump up and attack others.

If not for the presence of his teammates, Guan Hong would have wanted to kiss him.

It's also too self-conscious.

Guan Hong hasn't figured out how to tell Su Wenle to go home together.

So active.

"Okay." Guan Hong stretched out his hand to stroke his head.

Sure enough, I didn't sleep in vain.

Still not stupid.

Guan Hong was groping here, and Sister Ya walked up to the front and said disgustedly: "Is it because I failed to bring the flash egg over, so you just touch our Lele for fun? Let's go, don't waste time, it's late ,hurry up."

10 minutes have passed since the end of the third game.

It was about nine o'clock in Los Angeles time, and it was really late.

However, when Su Wenle walked out, he was surprised to hear countless cheers and applause, as if the competition was on stage again.

"...are we here too early?"

Zhang Sidu felt that his question was too silly, "What is too early, are you joking?"

Almost half of today's audience is left.

In the competition for victory, Su Wenle understood for the first time the charm of number one in the standings.

There should be very few MS fans in Los Angeles.

The American people, of course, prefer American players.

But the audience who stayed after today's meeting completely exceeded his expectations.

Su Wenle sat at the autograph table, busy with the autographs in his hands, and even felt that sister Ya's gift might not be enough.

"Thank you!"

"thank you!"

His English vocabulary is poor, and it's always okay to smile and say thank you.

Fans in Los Angeles are passionate.

Most of my friends will simply chat a few words when signing.

"I feel very happy to watch your game today."

"Come on, I'm waiting for your complete victory."

"I think you guys will be champions, you must be."

"Look, Morningstar's team uniform, I specially chose your number and name! It's exactly the same."

There was excitement in every word they said.

Since the first game, he has become a loyal audience of ms.

Tonight, I can meet the contestants face to face, and of course I will not miss any opportunity to take a photo.

Many were wearing Morningstar uniforms.

Customized number and id, no number, home, away, all kinds.

This is probably the first time Su Wenle has seen such a complete range of uniforms.

He can even see fans wearing black T-shirts with team logo short sleeves that players don't have.

Finally, under the arrangement of Sister Ya, everyone took a group photo.

They specially selected fans of different team uniforms to gather in the front row and stood beside the players, leaving an unforgettable commemoration of the Open Day.

Wearing a team uniform alone can feel novel.

Countless people wearing team uniforms can make people feel powerful.

Even after the fans left, Su Wenle was still immersed in excitement.

To be expected, to be expected by more people, to be expected by all.

The entire Morning Star has grown up in everyone's expectations, and has received the support and solidarity of countless people.

More than [-] unfamiliar fans walked up to Su Wenle and told him "I like you" and "You are the best cookie" in English.

"Brother Le, don't fall behind."

"I'm in a daze again, what are you thinking about?"

"Maybe I'm hungry, what's for supper tonight?"

"Tremella and lotus seed porridge with French fries, I think it's okay."

"I think--"

Su Wenle suddenly made a sound, and the teammates who were walking in front turned their heads.

He was stimulated by the goal in his heart, his cheeks were flushed, his palms were clenched into fists, and his eyes were shining with determination.

For themselves, for the team, and for all the audience who support them.

And for all their dedication and hard work.

He said: "I, I want to - I want to win the championship!"