To play is to win!

Since Su Wenle said that he wanted to win the championship with a complete victory, the team's training enthusiasm has once again increased.

Players went to competitive practice in twos and threes, and even in the middle of the night, they could hear the sound of setting fire and turning the target.

Thus, Meng Beichuan's sweet troubles began again.

It is agreed that the players should take a good rest and prepare for the game with all their strength.

As a result, both of them said: We are not tired, we can still practice.

So, it's all Su Wenle's fault!

Meng Beichuan's hair was going bald from scratching, "How can Su Wenle be so energetic!"

When I wake up, I play competitively, and after training, I watch the game.

Even the mistakes and tactics of other teams, he can write a lot of records.

With such a person by his side, how could his teammates not be infected.

"Young." Teacher Yang was not used to seeing it, and kept tapping the keyboard with his fingers, "Didn't you always say that Guan Hong was too energetic, and he was about nineteen or twenty at that time."

"Guan Hong is much better now, is it really a matter of age?"

Meng Beichuan sat down with a headache, touched his forehead and lamented that he was old.

He thought about it carefully.

Su Wenle always had endless questions to answer, Meng Beichuan answered them seriously, and it really felt like going back in time.

In the past, Guan Hong was also like this.

There are so many questions.

He has excellent marksmanship and doesn't understand the most basic things at all.

All rely on talent to play the game.

"It's a pity..." Meng Beichuan lay back on the chair, "After Guan Hong became sensible, he was not as interesting as that time. He looks like he knows everything all day long, which is boring, boring."

Teacher Yang laughed out loud.

He didn't answer his words and continued with the work at hand.

Gu Jianjun came for a few days and was most impressed with the players.

The self-regulation ability is super strong, and when it comes to food, you can talk about flowers.

You can hear the sound of typing on the keyboard when you wake up in the morning. What's more rare is that they are not cultivators.

Work and rest on time, go to bed early and get up early.

This is more regular than students live.

"Energy is a good thing." Gu Jianjun said: "Diligence and self-discipline are also the key to the team's victory. I'm so envious."

"What is there to envy?" Meng Beichuan turned his head and asked.

"Help me envy my senior brother." Gu Jianjun said, "I always hear him say that he has to go to various groups and forums in the early morning to see if the players are checking the news. Playing competitions and watching game replays must also be urged, Not so consciously staying in training."

"Hahaha!" Teacher Yang suddenly laughed out loud, "Isn't this what Brother Meng did?"

Sure enough, the coaches all over the world are the same. They keep track of the various account IDs of the players at any time, and check their online status and posting records late at night.

In those years, Meng Beichuan held his mobile phone and watched the computer, refreshing and checking the status at any time, clicking on every post.

Once you catch a player replying, go inside and knock on the door, and beat someone if you don't sleep.

"Hmm." Meng Beichuan pondered for a moment, "I used to have this kind of time too, since I caught them and scolded them, it basically stopped."

"Can't you change the trumpet?" Gu Jianjun asked.

"how come?"

Meng Beichuan was startled, there was such an operation!

"It's impossible to change the trumpet, I've caught them all, so why change the trumpet and continue?"

Never thought about it.

Changing the trumpet or something...then he didn't catch people for nothing? !

Gu Jianjun saw Meng Beichuan's shocked expression.

A coach who is obviously very shrewd in terms of tactics will have such omissions.

Mr. Gu Jian thinks ms is very interesting.

The players are interesting and the coaches are pure.

They are all fighting for the same goal, not busy doing nothing.

He said: "That's why I said I was envious. The senior brother asked me to find the aliases of the contestants with him, and later caught them one by one. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Just expose one alias and replace it with a new one... Thinking about it now, maybe it would be better for senior brother to scold them like Brother Meng."

Teacher Yang thought for a while and said, "Isn't this Yincheng player?"

"Well, he's from the previous team."

"That's really been a long time." Teacher Yang asked jokingly, "Xiao Gu, you have such a good relationship with Ajie, ask him if he would like to come to our morning star."

"There's no data analyst who wouldn't want to come to Morningstar—"

Meng Beichuan suddenly stood up, interrupting their harmonious and friendly communication, "Yang Rui, you always encourage people to quit, is that interesting?"

"Interesting!"

Teacher Yang said with a smile, "Xiao Gu remember to ask, don't worry about Brother Meng."

ms is always short of people.

Players, coaches, logistics.

As long as they are human, they all need it.

Working abroad looks glamorous, but being too far away from home for a long time, almost non-stop, is not such a beautiful job.

Everyone knows that Meng Beichuan doesn't want to see Huo Jie.

However, Kang Ting's recent rise made him occasionally in the mood to comment on the data analyst he hates the most.

Teacher Yang repeated Meng Beichuan's words intact, "You said 'Tingting can pick up Pharah and Genji from a simple marksmanship hero, it is impossible to succeed through blind training, I guess Huo Jie spent a lot of effort'. Brother Meng, if Ajie can come, we will definitely make money."

"Humph."

He was right, but how could Meng Beichuan admit it.

He whimpered for a long time, too lazy to answer.

"I'm going to watch them practice."

Universal made an excuse to shake it up, Meng Beichuan stood up and slipped out.

Perhaps it was the failure of Park Ji Woo's Korean team, which caused his disgust to shift the target.

Under the various divine manipulations of the Koreans, Meng Beichuan felt for the first time that Huo Jie was available.

However, he still didn't want to work with Huo Jie.

Not at all.

The training room is full of loud noises.

Su Wenle and Guan Hong were watching the Incheon game together.

Lin Xiaoke took He Feng to play sports.

Zhang Si is in single row.

Li Qin and Gu Kuan studied frankly and cooperated, and Zhou Anming ran out to call his wife again.

Meng Beichuan grabbed a chair and sat behind them to watch the game.

The coaching staff is also composed of Koreans, and the Incheon team is much more advanced than the Yincheng team.

Not to mention the top players, some unimaginable new tactics showed up, which made him want to praise the Korean coach for his ideas.

Su Wenle and Guan Hong watched the wonderful operation.

Meng Beichuan looked at the team's execution ability and combat entry point.

"Wow, abyss triple kill!"

"Well, the timing is good for teammates to rush over."

"Damn, how did they think of launching a group from such a tricky angle!"

The three people sighed differently, but they watched the whole game abruptly.

Incheon's offensive is fierce, and there is no problem in winning the game.

Judging from their tenth battle, they are undoubtedly the potential army to enter the title match.

The top four positions in the standings, except for No.1, which is as stable as Mount Tai, and the second, third and fourth teams behind, go up and down, and no one will let anyone else.

After winning this game, Incheon has risen to fourth place in the leaderboard.

"There are still five games left. It seems that our opponent for the title match is still uncertain."

Meng Beichuan rubbed his beard, "The first place in the standings is the fourth place, and the second place is the third place. I remember this order...The ones that are ranked below, uh, Incheon, Chicago?"

"Yincheng!" Su Wenle pointed to him, "Yincheng Yincheng! Tingting! Tingting!"

"Don't be so excited." Meng Beichuan waved his paw, "It's unlikely that Yincheng will enter No.4, so don't engage in personality cult."

Although there are still five games left.

After watching the performance in Incheon, Meng Beichuan felt that it was time to start preparing for the title match.

ms holds the key to winning streak, and there is absolutely no problem entering the title match.

But once entering the title match, all points become meaningless.

Because every battle is a brand new competition.

——The winner is king, and the loser is out.

Zhang Si came over to join in the fun taking advantage of the gap between the matches.

He looked at Incheon's score and said: "Koreans often strike late, and we have a high chance of playing Incheon. Brother Meng, look, No. 15 games in Incheon, and then the title match against Incheon... Wow, it's simply Give Incheon a chance to avenge World War II!"

It's not just Zhang Si.

Anyone who has watched Incheon's recent performance has this idea.

This team became more and more courageous as they fought, their style of play was never sloppy, and they would never show mercy to those who could crush them.

The former South Korean iron-shoeed devil faintly shows signs of recovery.

It made the current owl devil tremble.

Zhang Si has a bold idea——

"What if we all win the title match and end up with the No.4 counterattack champion... Wow, this is big news!"

It's not surprising that the designated champion wins the championship, everyone is used to it.

But the struggle of the weak to fight back from the bottom will cause the outside world to explode in an instant.

everyonelikesunderdog (everyone sympathizes with the weak).

Bouncing back stories are played out every day in Overwatch.

The legendary experience of going from the desperate situation of hopeless to the first is worthy of a special book.

Zhang Siyi said that Su Wenle suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

"Hurry up!"

He pushed Guan Hong back to his original position, grabbed the mouse, closed the website, and immediately opened the Overwatch client.

"In order for us not to become a stepping stone for the counterattack champion, hurry up and play two sets to calm down!"

The players train well, and the coach sits behind and guides them one-on-one.

The promised daily rest is gone.

At most, if you are tired, stop for some fruit and snacks.

Another day of training is over.

Su Wenle was already lying flat on the sofa.

"Do you want juice?"

"Don't drink."

"Do you want to eat stewed goose?"

"Don't eat."

Guan Hong sat beside him, and before he could continue to ask, Su Wenle thumped and lay down on his lap.

"Keep flat, your foot straight, straight! Um, yes."

Boss Su put his head on Guan Hong's lap to recuperate.

He was pleased with the strong thighs under his head.

He is really tired.

Played more than 20 competitive games - all lost.

Watched an owl game - crush.

I flipped through my previous notes—headache.

He promised to work hard to win the championship, but he actually felt a sense of desolation of "the wind is rustling and the water is cold".

It's not owl.

Take a rest and rest quickly, and recover your spirits is the only way to be serious.

So, everyone who passed by the living room saw: Guan Hong was sitting and playing with his mobile phone, and Su Wenle was lying on Guan Hong's lap and playing with his mobile phone.

Teammates who are used to the model of a silly father leading a silly son are not surprised.

When he was free, he walked over and kicked Su Wenle and asked him, "Brother Le, are you alive?"

"Alive, don't kick me, kick me again and I will let Guan Hong chase you and beat me up."

Su Wenle was weak and let his teammates bully him.

Turned over, lay on Guan Hong's hand and continued to play with the phone.

Seeing his appearance like this, Meng Beichuan laughed out loud, showing no sympathy at all.

"Xiao Lele, what I said before, let you rest, what happened? You are stupid."

Su Wenle howled, "Brother Meng, my leg hurts, my butt hurts, and you're still laughing at me!"

"What's wrong? Did Guan Hong hit you?" Meng Beichuan asked.

"...It's none of my business, he sat in the training room for too long!"

Guan Hong is the most innocent one. It's okay to use his thighs as a cushion. He hasn't spent much time in Wenle yet. This guy's butt hurts, which is so misleading.

"It's time to exercise." Meng Beichuan slapped Su Wenle's calf, "Bai Chang is so tall and has no muscles at all."

Su Wenle raised his leg and kicked Meng Beichuan away.

He turned over and complained: "It's fine if you don't sympathize, but you still hit me."

"Okay, okay, I sympathize with you." Meng Beichuan sat down and said, "Take a break when you should. Don't work so hard. Your body hurts now. Ask Guan Hong to accompany you to play badminton."

"Later." Su Wenle lay on Guan Hong's body and didn't want to move at all.

The mobile phone is so fun, why go to play badminton.

Kneeling twenty times in a row today, he is a little sad.

What if one player carries the whole team to benefit?

In the end, he dragged Guan Hong to get into the car, kneeling like hell, bewildered.

So tired that he wanted to rest.

Su Wenle is going to set an almanac on the phone.

Be sure to see if it says: avoid game competition.

"Huh?" Su Wenle looked at the phone, and suddenly reached out to poke Guan Hong, "Is today a big day?"

"You can look back at this day in history..." Guan Hong thought he had really gone to the almanac, but looked down, "You know how to use Twitter?"

Su Wenle posts photos to Weibo every day, but is very indifferent to social software.

Don't reply to comments, don't read private messages, and recently don't even repost the lottery draw.

Actually, turned to Twitter?

"Learn English!"

Even though Su Wenle's English is poor, she is still studying hard.

A good learning environment is very important for language.

Therefore, he registered a twitter account, which is full of owl-related teams, and he can learn new knowledge every day.

He showed Guan Hong his new discovery.

Saburo: Today is a special day. Osaka 46 will surprise everyone at the end of the first stage.

Daily Osaka official tweets and retweets.

It made Saburo look like the official press spokesman of Osaka.

Guan Hong, who usually doesn't like to see Saburo very much, was stunned when he saw this tweet.

The end of the first stage of owl is a very special point in time.

The title match and the transfer period collided, bringing endless news and gossip to the offseason.

Here, Guan Hong hasn't replied to Su Wenle yet.

Over there, Meng Beichuan received news from the "inner ghost".

bejake: Osaka and Yincheng have negotiated. As soon as the transfer window opens, Kang Ting will move.