To play is to win!

On the first day ms came to Osaka, there might be dogs in Osaka.

In order to celebrate this great progress in Osaka, everyone chose to stay here overnight.

In fact, they just want to play.

In addition to the awe of the "underworld colors" of the Osaka base at the beginning, after they rolled on the floor, walked the dog in the yard, walked around most of the rooms, and had a full stomach, Osaka has become a new place to play.

The arrogance of ms is like the tail of a shiny egg dog. It won't take long to be honest and serious, and it will dangle around ostentatiously.

Tonight, Su Wenle finally fulfilled his wish to sleep with Xie Qi and Kang Ting.

Because Osaka demolished Japanese rooms and laid out a pile of tatami mats for them.

The floor is so wide, they can roll around freely without crowding at all.

Guan Hong sleeps next to Su Wenle, Su Wenle sleeps next to Xie Qi, and Xie Qi sleeps next to Kang Ting.

Although there are four people lying side by side, there are always three children hugging each other.

"Use super jump, super jump!" Su Wenle was so anxious that he died.

"Eat the blood bag, this one over here." Xie Qi stretched out his finger to remind Kang Ting.

As the operator, Kang Ting shouldered the mission of three people.

His technique was very average, with voices on both sides, it was even more difficult to operate, "Don't make noise, I'm going to fall."

Obviously talking about Mario, but it sounds like playing Overwatch.

Sure enough, the professional player was full of tricks, Su Wenle yelled: "You charge up with a super jump and then turn 180° to charge!"

Kang Ting stuffed the phone into his hand, "It's too difficult, come here."

The three children got together to play with the handheld.

Guan Hong could only lie down and play with his mobile phone, completely excluded.

"Where's Brother Meng?" Huo Jie opened the door and came in. The children all over the floor were huddling together and making noise, but the coach was missing.

Guan Hong stood up, determined to be out of sight and out of mind.

"Let's cheat and drink outside, let's go, let's get some air."

Meng Beichuan was so easy to see through at a glance.

Without Sister Ya personally holding the line, he would of course take this opportunity to drink and drink.

Japanese sake and rice wine are very suitable for his taste, light is light, it is better than nothing.

Therefore, it became a matter of course for him to drink and chat with the managers in Osaka, watch the moon and play with fish.

When Guan Hong and the others came out, Meng Beichuan sat next to Murakami and praised: "I think everything here is good, but there is no hot spring."

Murakami is delighted, and he is incredibly gracious to anyone who appreciates his designs.

He said: "My idea is the same as yours. I originally wanted to dig a hot spring pool in the courtyard, but Saburo said he wanted to stay to receive guests."

"The place where you receive guests can never invite guests to watch the hot spring."

Saburo sat upright and retorted softly.

Meng Beichuan said bluffingly: "Why can't you, you can! Drinking while taking a bath, hehehe, you children don't understand."

Meng Beichuan was obviously drunk, and he spoke English in a disjointed manner, but relying on his language talent, he was able to be understood.

Murakami also laughed, but remained silent.

He likes Saburo's helpless look very much. Sure enough, facing Coach Meng, players all over the world are the same.

Hengmei Leng is useless, after all, Meng Beichuan is not from Osaka.

Huo Jie sat over and whispered next to Meng Beichuan, "It's not good to drink too much at night."

The moment he opened his mouth, Meng Beichuan was upset.

"You meddle in your own business!"

"You're blushing."

Meng Beichuan rubbed his face and argued, "No!"

Huo Jie ignored him, took the wine glass and drank it, and then picked up the bottle to fill it up for others.

"Ajie, I hoped that you would come to Morning Star before." Teacher Yang looked at Meng Beichuan's embarrassed expression as he tried to snatch the bottle, and found it very interesting, "I didn't expect you to come to Osaka."

"It's all Mr. Fujita's appreciation."

Huo Jie put the wine bottle far away on purpose, blocking Meng Beichuan from reaching out.

Mr. Fujita is a polite middle-aged man. He said: "Where, where, many teams are rushing for an excellent coach like Mr. Huo. It is our honor to have you come to Osaka."

There are three coaches in one seat, each with a different style.

Meng Beichuan has a bold personality, Teacher Yang has a gentle temper, and Huo Jie has a deep mind.

Saburo feels that the coach will affect the players.

Just as teachers influence students.

When Meng Beichuan was sober, he could still feel the existence of "reason" in his body, controlling his reserved and polite behavior that an adult should have.

When he was drunk, he was almost like a ms player, with noisy bgm in his speech, only age grew with time, but his personality was no different from that of a young man.

Although, Meng Beichuan was not considered old.

The most amazing thing about ms is that the whole team has a lively and lively atmosphere from top to bottom, but the captain is calm and steady.

Moreover, he is still a top free man.

Guan Hong is very keen on sight.

As soon as he raised his head and looked at Saburo, Saburo not only did not move his eyes, but also showed a faint smile.

He said: "I have always admired your players, and I am looking forward to fighting side by side with cooky or you one day."

Guan Hong smiled, "Then I welcome you to Chenxing in advance."

They are the core of their respective teams.

As long as Guan Hong is willing to stay on the owl stage, it is absolutely impossible to leave Morningstar.

Of course, it is impossible for him to let go of Su Wenle.

Saburo is the same as him.

As long as Osaka 46 exists for a day, it is impossible for him to change teams even if he retires.

The smiles of two people can explain a lot of things. Before they had time to talk deeply, Meng Beichuan howled.

"Huo Jie, you did it on purpose!"

Meng Beichuan was in some trouble when he was drunk.

After all, he is drunk, he is the boss.

"You're drunk." Huo Jie refused to give the bottle, and even took away Meng Beichuan's glass.

"You used to be lenient, and you still think I'm wrong!" As soon as Huo Jie spoke, Meng Beichuan's inertia rose, "Now look again, am I right?! Hmph, give me the wine!"

Teacher Yang was helping him translate, trying to restore the dignity of the ms head coach.

He converted these loud complaints into normal communication between coaches.

Mr. Fujita said: "It doesn't matter, men will do this when they are drunk."

"I'm really... very sorry." Teacher Yang said helplessly.

Mr. Fujita has a good temper. He happily watched Meng Beichuan get up to grab the bottle with a flushed face, completely unlike the serious appearance of a world-class coach before.

He smiled and said, "In order not to disturb the children, let me prepare a bedroom alone."

Meng Beichuan was dragged away by Huo Jie.

Leaving him in the chat room is really losing the face of MS's strong team in Osaka.

Teacher Yang and Mr. Fujita lead the way.

Murakami said beside him, "I'll ask someone to bring some hot water towels. Coach Meng doesn't hold a lot of alcohol."

How did Teacher Yang know that Meng Beichuan, who has experienced many battles and never gets drunk after a thousand cups, can be drunk by Japanese sake.

Obviously the degree is not high, and there is no other things mixed in.

This is only the second bottle, people are going crazy.

"Maybe I haven't drank for a long time, and my body is not used to it." Teacher Yang said, "The coach was not in good health before, and he has banned alcohol and smoking until now."

"Being a coach is still hard work." Fujita expressed his feelings, "Did Mr. Meng also come from a player?"

"Yes, I used to be a very grumpy professional player, and then I became a grumpy coach."

When Huo Jie said a word, everyone was laughing.

Except for the irritable Meng Beichuan.

After walking for a while, he calmed down.

When the alcoholic calms down, he will babble and grab Huo Jie endlessly.

"I have played three games and won the championship."

"Ok, I know."

"You still don't believe that I can bring out the champion, look, how is Morning Star now?!"

"I was wrong."

He admitted too decisively that he was not the Huo Jie who fought Meng Beichuan [-] times in his dream.

"……Who are you?"

Meng Beichuan frowned.

Teacher Yang didn't hide his laughter at all. He said, "It's the real Ajie."

"Fake!" Meng Beichuan stepped into the quilt, still howling, "Huo Jie always said 'it's just your luck'!"

Huo Jie raised his hand and pushed him into the bed.

No matter how soft the tatami was, Meng Beichuan still screamed when he suddenly fell on it.

"Huo Jie hit me! Fuck this guy is so boring! Hit someone if you don't admit your mistake!"

Huo Jie dealt with the rambunctious drunk, and Mr. Yang was responsible for thanking Mr. Fujita for his meticulousness.

"It doesn't matter, Coach Meng has a real temperament." Mr. Fujita smiled with deep grooves in his eyes, "With such a coach, it's no wonder that Morningstar's players are very lively."

Teacher Yang thought as he walked.

It's also thanks to the players' enthusiasm, otherwise Meng Ge's character would be disgusted to death sooner or later.

After bumping into the floor, Meng Beichuan became much quieter.

"This guy... beats someone if he can't say it..."

He was still chanting that Huo Jie hit him, which made Huo Jie want to wake him up and shout - when did I hit you.

He wanted to pick off Meng Beichuan's jeans, while Murakami took his aunt to deliver hot water.

Murakami was very enthusiastic. Seeing him take off his pants, he came up and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No, Mr. Murakami, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Huo Jie has not been here for a long time, and Fujita has already said hello to what he should know.

In Osaka, Saburo came first, and Murakami came second. If you have any questions, you should go to Fujita, and if you have a decision, you should go to Saburo.

Murakami is just a non-staff member who came to the United States to play with the team, occasionally helping out on a whim.

Huo Jie didn't dare to ask him to help.

Meng Beichuan's character is easy to offend people, and now he looks like a drunk, he can handle it by himself.

At least, he handled it before.

With a quilt, Meng Beichuan would become quiet.

He raised his head and opened his mouth, hehe breathing, extraordinarily sloppy.

Huo Jie said: "Mr. Murakami go talk to Yang Rui first, I'll come over later."

"Is there really no need for help?" Murakami is still very friendly to those who understand his preferences.

"No, thank you."

With no one around, Huo Jie finally stripped Meng Beichuan clean.

He stuffed the man into the quilt, turned his head and began to twist the towel.

It was troublesome to wipe his body, Huo Jie simply wiped his face.

Meng Beichuan rolled his eyelids, but he didn't see who it was when he opened his eyes. He turned over and wrapped himself in a quilt and began to sleep.

The whirring sound gradually turned into a snoring.

In other people's bases, he could drink unconsciously and fall asleep, so he was defenseless Meng Beichuan.

"I was wrong." Huo Jie stared at his back, "I apologize to you...you were right."

Huo Jie's apology and acknowledgment of his mistakes were all at Meng Beichuan's unknown time.

They have been very good friends.

From stepping into the professional circle, they all have the same goal.

Leading a group of young and immature players to victory, no e-sports person will resist the sense of accomplishment brought by cheers and applause.

Meng Beichuan is impulsive and stubborn, but has a straightforwardness that Huo Jie envies.

He has a tactical sensitivity that has been around since his career.

Players pay attention to talent, and coaches also need it.

In addition to tactical guidance, what Meng Beichuan did best was encouragement.

Those near-fantasy words, spoken in his firm tone, seemed to be real.

——You will become the best players, and all failures are just tribulations on the road to success.Monk Tang has to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties to learn the scriptures. You are not a well-loved eminent monk, so how can you go so smoothly!

If you tell a lie too much, it can become true.

Huo Jie witnessed with his own eyes that ms, which he had never been optimistic about, came to the present in the hands of two stubborn people.

Meng Beichuan is very similar to Guan Hong.

They ignore the hypocrisy and doubts of the outside world, and insist on a fantasy of the Arabian Nights.

Want to win, to win, so win.

The room is full of snoring.

Huo Jie really wanted to wake up Meng Beichuan for a chat, but unfortunately, even if the drunk was woken up, the words would still be drunk.

He is not a player who needs enlightenment and advice. He has experienced four teams and witnessed countless wins and losses. He knows exactly what path to take.

Wait a little longer, Huo Jie stood up, picked up the hot water and walked out.

He wanted to wait until Osaka could compete with ms on the same stage, and then chat with Meng Beichuan slowly.

Now, it's time for him to learn to follow the path that Meng Beichuan walked.