The title match, as the final battle of the first stage of the first season of Owl, has attracted the highest attention in history.

Even if there will be four title matches in the first season, it will not be able to stop the madness of domestic fans.

ms, Yincheng, both entered the competition.

A team leads a fifteen-game winning streak.

A team bottomed out and rebounded to take the lead.

There are only four places in the world, and China accounts for half of them.

The bitterness and suffering of the process, full of the power of friendship, has been discussed tens of thousands of times by the audience.

Cooky yelled Yincheng to come on.

ms cheers to Rome.

Just when countless sunspots jumped out and said it was another ms single arrow, Yincheng's publicity suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Break the boat and fight together"

The official roll call, thanks to the support of the brother team ms, Yincheng will face it in the title match.

In the only arena where you live and die, being able to witness the brotherhood once again brought tears to the eyes of fans.

The promised enemy does not exist.

When facing fifteen enemies, hold the hands of brothers and resist together.

Even the promotional posters for the start of the game of both sides suddenly felt warm.

ms and Yincheng sat on the stage back to back, waiting for a battle of victory and defeat.

They are obviously opponents, but the posters look like teammates who jointly resist the enemy and deliver their backs.

The schedule for the title match is tight.

Two battles a day, basically no preparation time.

Meng Beichuan could only repeat his instructions, as if he was admonishing a group of college entrance examination candidates.

"Don't be nervous, we usually practice very well, Yincheng is not empty at all."

"What lineup do you want to play, feel free to play, I have approved it all."

"Play well, this may be the last time we and Yincheng will play against each other."

The last exhortation was suddenly heavy.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Brother Meng, you are working too hard. This is the first stage."

"Even if Yincheng can't enter the title or playoffs in the future, we still have to play three games."

"Could it be... this is Meng's tainted milk, wow, Brother Meng, you milk Yincheng!"

They think outside the box and feel smart and witty.

Both Guan Hong and the coaching staff know the news, and they always have different emotions when they hear this sentence.

Yincheng introduced South Korean players, Kang Ting went to Osaka, and there will be foreign transactions of Yincheng players.

A good team will break up after this match, and it feels like a storm is about to come.

Guan Hong said: "Brother Meng is just reminding you to play every game as if it is your last, and don't leave any regrets. After all, there is no chance to make up for too many regrets."

Guan Hong's rescue allowed the guidance to continue.

Meng Beichuan put away his emotions and nodded, directing the coaching staff to work.

"Let's take a look at my review essay again."

Teacher Yang and Gu Jianjun sent out the corrected compositions one by one, "First review the mistakes you made, reflect on them, and try not to fall in the same place."

Losing and making mistakes are not terrible.

Terrible to make the same mistake.

ms is reviewing the past and learning the new all night.

Before going to bed, Su Wenle suffered from insomnia for a long time.

Tomorrow is a real two-game streak.

He never doubted that MS would win, nor did he believe that Incheon would not make it to the final.

However, he tossed and turned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

When he turned over for the fifth time, Guan Hong reached out and caught him.

"Nervous before the game?"

"It's not nervous." Su Wenle lowered his head and got under the quilt, leaving only a pair of clear eyes, "I don't talk anymore."

Guan Hong helped him tuck the quilt covering his mouth, and asked, "What are you doing, afraid of predicting a fiasco tomorrow?"

"You're crazy, Guan Hong! Don't talk nonsense!"

Su Wenle was so angry that he wanted to jump up and hit him.

Guan Hong laughed frantically, "There is nothing to say. The prophecy will not change tomorrow's result, that is - our champion."

Unrepentant and extremely arrogant, Su Wenle immediately attacked.

"Hahaha." Guan Hong could still laugh, and started a hand-to-hand fight under the quilt, "Okay, I was wrong, don't stop, Brother Le, calm down."

Shouting brother is very smooth, Le Ge is very satisfied.

Su Wenle grabbed the quilt and wrapped it up, not giving Guan Hong any face, "I'm panicked, and I feel that something big will happen tomorrow."

"It's a big deal..." Guan Hong leaned forward to catch the heat, "Yes, the first champion in the first stage of the first season, morningstar."

What Guan Hong said was certain, Su Wenle's flustered feeling a little better.

They have already defeated Incheon, and they will not be afraid of Yincheng.

Perhaps, he just had a little fear before the game, after all, it was too long since the last championship.

Su Wenle thought of his first champion.

Show up halfway, know nothing, debut is the pinnacle.

Now, he can proudly take out four heroes, barely considered a free man, and soon, he will be on the battlefield of the semifinals and finals again.

Although it is only one of the four title matches, Owl has a long road ahead, and he still attaches great importance to it.

Guan Hong snatched the quilt from Su Wenle's hand, and wrapped it in after uncovering the edge of the quilt, which was very unreasonable.

"Going to sleep soon, I'll pat you to sleep."

"No filming, no filming." Su Wenle kindly returned half of the quilt while squeezing him, "I'm not a child."

The real adult Guan Hong feels that Su Wenle always emphasizes that he is not a child's tone, which is aggrieved and cute.

If it wasn't for tomorrow's battle, he would definitely be willing to help him prove that he is not a child.

Su Wenle said not to shoot, but Guan Hong still put his arms around him.

The rhythm of the fingertips is light, and even the throat is humming with a low voice.

Guan Hong didn't have a playlist, so he hummed any tune he picked up.

Light and soothing, some rhythms are familiar.

Su Wenle's mind was empty, and it was Guan Hong's voice, which helped him relieve the inexplicable anxiety in his heart.

There will be no surprises tomorrow.

Nothing will happen.

Except, ms wins, and ms wins in a row to win the championship.

Owl's first title match has attracted countless attention.

Even if the war starts at [-] o'clock domestic time, the heat is far higher than the usual prime time.

Because, this is MS Silver City!

——I seem to have returned to the era when msbf contracted the finals.

——Crying, unfortunately this is the semi-finals.

It's just the semifinals.

ms and Yincheng, there is only one winner.

Fans from all walks of life huddled in their own one-acre three-point land, chirping and chirping repeatedly about the love and hatred between ms and Yincheng.

Up to now, there is no hatred at all, it is all naked love.

It can be seen that loyal fans who once held high the banner of their old enemy will turn their backs in this game.

The commentary in the live broadcast room has already started to warm up.

The guessing interface was released early, but there are many people who are hesitant.

——Who is safer to press?

——Yincheng, give me some spiritual support.

——It is certain that ms wins, nothing to say.

——If ms wins, it will be a [-]-game winning streak!

The temptation of sixteen consecutive victories is too attractive.

Countless onlookers believed in the evil of sixteen consecutive victories, waved their hands, allms!

The people are still lamenting that the real warrior chooses allin, and here comes the player.

The entire venue was lit with star signs, and passionate music sounded.

Everyone was looking forward to it, but the appearance was very unexpected.

Cooky ran in the front row. He really trotted onto the stage, with the short hair on his head curled up, taking the lead in occupying the front row of the stage.

Then, facing his teammates who were slowly coming out of the field, he opened the support hand in his hand.

It clearly says - winner: morningstar.

The audience was thunderous, and even the live broadcast room began to laugh and laugh.

——dva is cute and changed her mind!Come on, Yincheng!

——Does Yincheng have a banner, and what is written on it!

——Just write "youdaydream" (you daydream)!

The pre-match provocation heated up everyone's atmosphere.

Normally, Cooky is a cutie from "Silver City Fighting", and of course "MS will win" at critical moments.

True warriors are not afraid of provocations. Cooky dares to fight, fight, and make declarations. He is no longer the idiot who guarded world peace in the past.

Even when he was seated, Su Wenle still said: "Let's kill Yincheng first, then kill Incheon, history repeats itself 2:0, brothers!"

"I found that Brother Le was bloated like he was taking drugs." Zhang Si couldn't stand it anymore, "What's even more frightening is that he is not poisonous milk."

Lin Xiaoke said: "I've seen the post saying that it will cost a lot of money to buy it. I guess Su Wenle will start a live broadcast, and the live broadcast room will be maxed out by fifteen teams."

Li Qin said: "I think the private messages and phone calls from Nike will be very interesting. The world's top deputy tank part-time magician is worth 500 million US dollars no matter what."

"Don't say that, or Nike will hear it and think that Su Wenle thinks the salary is low and not enough to eat." Zhou Anming laughed.

The closer the stage is to the end, the more active the ms atmosphere will be.

They are like a group of exam preparation students, knowing that there will be a bunch of messy and rigorous exams at the end of the semester, but they still feel happy because they have a holiday after the exams.

Everyone was crazy, but Guan Hong was extremely calm.

In a critical moment, a calm person is always needed to control the overall situation.

Guan Hongyun was indifferent, and went straight to the death point, "Lele really eats a lot, and the fried chicken drumsticks are double."

"Don't destroy me, this is a recording channel!"

Su Wenle grew up and knew that it would be embarrassing to talk about eating too much.

"Although I ordered a double serving, you ate half of it!"

Guan Hong smiled and said: "I admit my mistake, I will definitely not eat that half in the future, so I will save it for you."

Teammates mocked Su Wenle mercilessly.

And it's the captain's head.

"Brother Le likes to eat fried chicken legs or grilled chicken wings" this kind of fat topic, unexpectedly appeared on the competition channel in a serious manner.

All parties stood in line and began to debate with reason and evidence.

"Chicken wings, although the fried chicken legs are double, he eats at least three grilled chicken wings."

"Before I saw him eating and saying that fried chicken legs were so greasy and unhealthy, maybe he was sincere."

"Eating and talking can be regarded as sincerity? Wow, the real name of fried chicken legs is wronged."

"Hey, stop it!" Su Wenle tried to turn the tide, and suddenly the music changed, and he immediately said, "Yincheng is here! Look!"

Yincheng is indeed Cooky's good brother.

Saved his embarrassment-themed seminar as soon as he came on stage.

With morningstar Jinyu in front, Yincheng appeared empty-handed.

Wood walked in the front, and everyone appeared calmly, waving to the audience calmly.

Then, everyone could see that Kang Ting borrowed a card from the fans in the VIP seats in front.

They didn't prepare banners like ms, but they had time to borrow flowers on site.

Kang Ting held "Cheers to Silver City" written by fans from an unknown country, held it high in front of the stage, and showed it to the audience inside and outside the arena.

Not only that, he also took the sign and walked around the ms player bench, showing his opponents one by one.

Ms is laughing non-stop here.

The atmosphere on both sides was so good that it exploded.

There were cheers and screams all over the place.

Enough with the show, Kang Ting returned the sign, sat back in his seat, and waited for the game to start.

"Tingting failed her studies."

"I must beat him."

"Okay, we will rush up and hang him up later to beat him!"

The teammates discussed one after another and determined the key goals of Yincheng.

Su Wenle suddenly remembered, and asked, "Guan Hong, what level is your iron fist?"

"Barely able to continue." Guan Hong said truthfully.

Although Road Hog has been trained, he still lacks too much actual combat experience against powerful enemies.

Talent is something that can be clearly seen in the high-intensity arena.

Su Wenle is very talented.

He was better than all the players Guan Hong had ever seen, even Guan Hong himself.

It will take a lot of time for Guan Hong to practice Iron Fist while maintaining the level of other heroes.

It is absolutely impossible to be the same as Su Bunle, who dares to mention Hanzo.

Su Wenle said: "After we analyzed Incheon last night, Brother Meng mentioned Rome's iron fist tactics."

Zarya's gravity gushes to attract the enemy, and a set of iron fists destroys the world and falls from the sky.

It looked brutal and dazzling.

Guan Hong understands, but feels helpless in his heart, but his mouth is habitually indulgent.

He asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Come on Guan Hong, we will let Yincheng taste the iron fist of socialism later!"

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