To play is to win!

The ms training room is very quiet today, no players making any noise.

The replay of yesterday's game was played on the monitor, and Brother Meng kept replaying the game.

"You guys made too many mistakes in the match against NYS, and the longer the game, the more energy you can't keep up with. Telling you to exercise regularly is just a perfunctory job for me, isn't it?"

Meng Beichuan was not very satisfied with his weak players. He usually ran around here and there, and seemed to be in good physical fitness.

In a real match, he couldn't beat the six smaller guys in nys.

"Zhang Si, don't get angry with Xiao Guozi in the future. If you make trouble again, I will deduct your salary and issue a notice to punish you. The key point is that you can't beat Xiao Guozi."

"Stop, it's so embarrassing!" Zhang Si didn't expect the coach to specifically name him, "Although I can't match Xiaoguozi's Roadhog, I, Pharah Junkrat, are better than him!"

The teammates laughed.

Lin Xiaoke didn't want to pour cold water on her face, "Xiao Guozi didn't play these two heroes in the first place."

Zhang Si is very proficient in attacking others' weaknesses with his own strengths.

"I told you to practice more on how to deal with Road Hog, but you were instantly killed by Xiao Guozi in the arena. Why, now you know how embarrassing you are?"

Meng Beichuan could hear the exchange of players on the field. He was happy to see the results of the discussion about what to eat before. After all, it was the first match. It is not a big deal to lose and enter the loser's bracket.

Unexpectedly, Su Wenle played well, made up for the lack of ms, and defeated the battle.

Meng Beichuan, who originally wanted to come down to teach a few words, was so happy that he just wanted to praise him.

Aiwujiwu may be this feeling.

Because Su Wenle is so good, ms won another rare victory.

He can talk about anything.

Unfortunately, facing a player like Zhang Si, Meng Beichuan didn't have such sentimental feelings.

He said: "The game should be serious. You can ignite your fighting spirit in your heart, but don't say it out to make trouble. Is this what you should say about hammering your opponent? How do I usually teach it?"

"Oh." Zhang Si was dejected and very perfunctory.

Meng Beichuan asked again: "How do I usually teach?"

This is for him to say it clearly.

Zhang Si raised his chin and said, "I will study Xiaoguozi's Road Hog seriously, and try to compete head-on with him! NYS is invincible! Come on, Xiaoguozi!"

It was so formulaic that everyone except Su Wenle laughed out loud.

Su Wenle looked at Guan Hong blankly, but Guan Hong just stared at Zhang Sixiao, not noticing that there was a curious baby beside him.

Teacher Yang glanced at Guan Hong, and said to Su Wenle: "Because clubs need good communication and communication, generally we will ask players not to compare the strength of different teams, and respect other teams. When interviewing and asking which team is how, they should say that they are invincible.”

"Yeah." Meng Beichuan nodded, "that is to say, Zhang Si used to belong to NYS, so he always got in trouble with Xiao Guozi, and I would not condone it at ordinary times. If it were at the base, I would definitely ask you to copy the slogan "Invincible" A hundred times."

"I can't make it through, I really love him!" Zhang Si retorted, "Only by smashing him can he work hard! This competition is the result!"

Su Wenle fully felt the love between the players.

If you think about it carefully, it is almost the same as an ordinary player.

If he met Xie Qi and went to the opposite side, he would definitely chase after Fatty and beat him up, so that Xie Qi could feel the warmth and coldness of the world.

Before he could sigh anything, Lin Xiaoke spoke.

"I really hope that Xiaoguo will blow you up this time and make you forge ahead."

"Did he blow me up? Did he blow me up? We're at most [-]-[-]!"

Zhou Anming couldn't help laughing, "Your [-]-[-] is really rounded."

At least five misses in a round count as one, and those less than five are ignored.

"Yesterday, I saw Xiaoguozi and wanted to ask you to meet again. In order to avoid embarrassing yourself again, you should go to the Rockets and admit defeat." Lin Xiaoke said.

They argued for a long time, but Guan Hong remained calm and showed a bewildered smile.

Meng Beichuan stared at him, then suddenly raised his hand to adjust the recording progress.

He called by name and asked, "Guan Hong, what's the problem with Tracer's ult here?"

The smiling halftime discussion ended, and everyone's attention was focused on Guan Hong in an instant.

"I should be able to blow up the small fruit, but it is separated by the shield... maybe."

"...What about this?" Meng Beichuan asked again, pointing to Tuan Mie on the video, without giving any cause and effect at all.

"Li Qin did a good job... No, Zhou Anming did a good job, but our teamwork can improve..."

After listening to Guan Hong's words, the whole team fell silent.

They are used to the captain's professional analysis that is well-founded and convincing, and now they say it like fishing in troubled waters.

Guan Hong felt it himself, and suddenly smiled and covered his face.

He confessed embarrassingly, "I was wrong, I didn't sleep yesterday, and my mind was confused."

In the replay just now, he tried his best, but just now when Brother Meng was fighting Zhang Si, he was laughing and laughing, and he relaxed again, holding back several yawns in a row.

Very sleepy, a little uncomfortable.

Meng Beichuan was not very happy, and said with a straight face, "I asked you to supervise them to go to bed early and have a good rest, but you forgot?"

"Accidental accident."

Guan Hong didn't want to explain, but looked at his coach with a smile.

Unable to sleep last night, he took his mobile phone and wrote the post-match summary and analysis.

He had previously taught Su Wenle not to play with the phone with the lights turned off. It was the state officials who set the fire on fire and did not restrain himself.

Guan Hong wrote back and forth, becoming more and more sober, and even clicked on the game videos of other competition areas, trying to find the clips of the best team at the stage.

He forgot what time he went to bed, but woke up at 08:30.

It's okay for him to oversleep, but Su Wenle can't miss his breakfast.

"Go back and rest."

Meng Beichuan didn't make things difficult for him either.

Guan Hong was the one who made the fewest mistakes in the competition, and his performance exceeded expectations, never disappointing.

"Then I'll rest for a while and come back."

Guan Hong didn't refuse either, and stood up frankly.

After all, it is too sleepy, which will affect the training game in the afternoon.

He smiled and waved goodbye to a group of teammates who continued to be trained.

Su Wenle watched him go out, still remembering what happened to Guan Hong in the morning.

It's just that his face was a little pale, and his reaction became slow. When he was chattering and praising the delicious breakfast, he turned his echo into "um".

Except for Guan Hong talking less, he really didn't find anything wrong.

Sure enough, I didn't care enough?

Even Brother Meng noticed that Guan Hong was abnormal, he didn't feel anything at all.

Su Wenle was still criticizing himself for not caring enough about his roommate, so Brother Meng's review continued.

"NYS is tougher than I thought, especially Gibraltar at the end."

Brother Meng's requirements became stricter, saying: "Su Wenle, dva is on this journey, you must pay attention to the movements of the entire enemy."

Su Wenle cheered up and listened carefully.

It seems that because of Guan Hong's absence, Meng Beichuan made more demands on Su Wenle.

dva's tactics have changed from simple fierce rush to complex teamwork.

Even the ranks of the insurers were listed as one, two, three by Brother Meng.

First, treatment is more important than Guan Hong.

Second, teammates with key resources are more important than Guan Hong.

Third, pursuit is more important than retreating to Bao Guanhong.

"You have done enough to protect Guan Hong, but you have to learn to distinguish when to give up on Guan Hong. For example here." Meng Beichuan specially fixed the video and pointed to the other side, "Zhou Anming has a Valkyrie, which can increase the survival rate of the team , at this time, nys has a tendency to press forward to catch angels, and Guan Hong is Tracer, and he still has backtracking - of course, you can't see this - but you should walk a little closer to Zhou Anming to fight , maintain such an angle."

It was not the first time for Meng Beichuan to draw formations on the whiteboard, but it was the first time for Su Wenle to draw them.

A graphic composed of six points clearly shows the positions of all players from the plane.

"You should do this." Brother Meng drew a new line, "Keep Zhou Anming, and then go here."

Simple lines reduce the entire battle situation to a game of dots and lines.

Su Wenle suddenly realized that if he did this, he might not lose this round of team battles.

He has been cooperating with Guan Hong all along, with the purpose of protecting Guan Hong.

Meng Beichuan seldom made detailed comments on his position.

Now Brother Meng not only commented, but also sorted out Su Wenle's mess, relying on intuition and commanding thinking.

"But...no one called me at the time."

If someone reminds him, he will definitely rush over.

Su Wenle's professional level still relies on the judgment of his teammates.

Meng Beichuan knew it all.

He shrugged and smiled helplessly, "Because this is a judgment they cannot make. After they react, it will be too late for you. Su Wenle, to play a good game, your own judgment is very difficult. important."

This is an observation that Guan Hong cannot do.

Everyone is used to letting Guan Hong direct Su Wenle's movements.

After all, this is the captain's bound dva, and they trust the captain to make the best choice.

After the review was over, Su Wenle kept thinking about the point-and-line diagram on the whiteboard.

Although Meng Beichuan's drawing skills are still at the child's level, the effect of recreating the battle situation is simply top-notch.

Inspired by the point-and-line diagram, he re-watched the video and replayed it himself.

Every time they confront each other, they form a position map of the twelve people on the field in their minds.

The intricate space becomes easy to understand.

"Do you want to compete?" Lin Xiaoke leaned over, "I have almost the same score as you, if I win two more, I can unlock the golden weapon."

Su Wenle paused, thought for a while and said, "I won't fight for now."

"Worried about the captain?" Lin Xiaoke asked.

In fact, Su Wenle didn't think of Guan Hong at all, and his mind was full of station maps.

But as soon as Lin Xiaoke said it, he became worried.

Guan Hong went back to the hotel to sleep by himself, looking very tired, should I call him for lunch, or pack it for him to take home?

Lin Xiaoke thought she had guessed right, so she said, "If you are worried about him, go back, bring some water by the bed and pour some tea, and ask him how he is."

"No, going back will disturb his sleep."

Su Wenle felt that by wandering around in the room, Guan Hong was delayed from resting.

"Otherwise we'll fight to the death," he said.

"Why fight to the death?"

Lin Xiaoke prefers competition and speed, and she is about to unlock a new golden weapon!

Su Wenle still insisted.

"Because deathmatch is fun," he said.

And you can quit anytime.

In this way, if Guan Hong calls him and tells him whether to eat lunch, he will be free to answer the phone!

Su Wenle and Lin Xiaoke fought four rounds of deathmatch, and then went to find some weird custom rooms.

Some customizations are really imaginative, and there is even a game where a certain player's blood volume is increased, and everyone fights the boss together.

"What is this, pve!"

Lin Xiaoke suggested that the boss player with rough skin and thick flesh who can run around and recover blood will die laughingly.

"Just to put it bluntly, boring people do a lot of incredible things."

Near noon, Su Wenle finally received a call from Guan Hong.

Call them out for dinner.

After taking a nap, Guan Hong apparently returned to his normal state.

Although his face was still pale, he talked too much, and he still remembered to feed Su Wenle some meat.

There is still a training game in the afternoon, so they all settle for lunch in the Max restaurant, and then return to the training room at noon.

Listening to Teacher Yang's arrangement, the training seems to be more than the previous few days. The afternoon and evening are the training time, and the game will be resumed in the morning.

"Because more teams have been eliminated." Teacher Yang said, "We have invited many opponents."

Meng Beichuan added: "Battle entered the loser's bracket and played more games than us. They will definitely win back and enter the finals. So we can't slack off. Everyone work harder."

Everyone expressed their understanding, and then turned on the game and started practicing guns.

The opponent in the afternoon is the ark team.

Listening to Zhang Si and Lin Xiaoke's enthusiastic science popularization before the training match, Su Wenle has already learned that this is a very amazing team.

There is no 100% change in what map to take and what lineup, but it can catch the enemy by surprise.

The strength is very strong, and it is said that he lost to nys' continuation method.

They played a total of three pictures.

The first picture, Nepal, ms double-fly bombing, the advantage is obvious.

In the second picture, Eichenwalde, they played long and short guns. Unexpectedly, Zhang Si Tracer smashed through the finish line.

In the third picture, Lijiang Tower, ark suddenly broke out, and MS's advantage was overturned.

"It's okay." Even if he lost the third picture, Guan Hong felt that it was enough.

"Ark's four tanks were a bit unexpected just now. I didn't expect them to suddenly adopt this tactic."

After all, it is a well-regulated and honest team. Guan Hong was stunned for a sudden new tactic.

This moment of stupefaction was overturned by someone, and suddenly he couldn't achieve the desired effect.

Guan Hong coughed lightly.

He was a little tired, after all, he directed passionately just now, and his throat was a little dry.

Guan Hong took a sip of water, put down his glass and saw Su Wenle staring at him.

"what happened?"

"Did you really go back to sleep?" Su Wenle was very puzzled, "You still look tired."

"Of course I'm asleep." Guan Hong couldn't help but patted his head, "You think I'm not sensible?"

From afternoon to night, I have been playing training.

Guan Hong still looked tired, and Meng Beichuan didn't plan to resume the game overnight.

He said: "Rest early, we will resume tomorrow and strike while the iron is hot to win tomorrow night!"

He spoke so confidently that the team members suddenly raised their heads in shock.

"Tomorrow night's opponent is Rutern." Li Qin said.

"Ah, that team..." Lin Xiaoke used the reference, deliberately pretending to be panicked.

"Brother Meng, you... have a mouthful of good milk. You are trying to kill the concubine." Zhang Si was so good at acting that he almost fainted on the spot.

Meng Beichuan clapped his hands and shouted, "I can't even cheer up! We haven't lost against rutern!"

"But we haven't played against Rutern before." Zhou Anming didn't follow his teammates and was very rational.

"Besides, you have never overwhelmed the results of that team's match." Lin Xiaoke pointed with a wrench, "Ark, nys... oh! There is also a battle! Brother Meng, you said that rutern can't beat battle! Just a month ago! Poisonous milk, poisonous milk, why did you milk your own team members!"

"You also know that a month ago you used it to say that the current battle is the battle of that time!" Meng Beichuan objected.

"We are not the ms at that time."

Zhang Si's unintentional words made the team fall silent.

"Cough, it's okay, just do your best in the game tomorrow night." Guan Hong came out to smooth things over, "Brother Meng, let's break up first."

On the way back, Su Wenle asked, "Is Rutern strong?"

"That team is very weak on paper." Lin Xiaoke replied enthusiastically.

Zhang Si said, "That's right, but they played very strangely, kind of... what?"

"If you encounter the weak, you will be weak, and if you encounter the strong, you will be strong."

Zhou Anming is more educated and saved his uneducated teammates.

"Yeah." Guan Hong coughed lightly, "Rutern's team doesn't have any star players, and it's been established for a short time, so its performance is not very stable."

"They can beat the battle 3-2!" Zhang Si rushed to answer.

"They will also lose to ark 0-3." Lin Xiaoke added.

Li Qin concluded: "It is a team that anyone dares to win and anyone can lose. Members are often transferred, and this time there are also new players. In fact, their players will be very strong if they work hard."

Su Wenle listened to them chattering about that team with a half-understood feeling, as if she had fought against that team before.

But Guan Hong didn't speak.

Only occasionally, he clenches his hand into a fist and puts it on his lips, coughing in a low voice.

Then correct the teammate's exaggerated facts.

Even if he was about to play against that team, it would not affect Su Wenle's sleep.

He fell asleep very quickly, and his dreams were full of great dreams that he had eaten all over the world.

In the middle of the night, Su Wenle woke up in a daze.

He heard Guan Hong coughing.

Guan Hong deliberately suppressed it, as if he was coughing under the quilt, but he couldn't stop the sound from waking him up.

"Guan Hong?"

Su Wenle got up and turned on the light, and sure enough, he saw Guan Hong curled up the quilt and covered his head.

"Ahem, I'm fine." Guan Hong's cheeks were flushed, his voice was low and hoarse, "Sorry, I woke you up."

A look is sick.

Without even thinking about it, Su Wenle stretched out his palm and placed it on his forehead.

As soon as I started, it was scorching hot.

"Maybe a little fever." Guan Hong stared at him, his eyes were a little hazy.

Su Wenle had never seen Guan Hong so absent-minded, his whole body exuded helplessness and bewilderment.

Her cheeks were flushed, she was not as serious as usual, and she was a little childish.

But he was not in the mood to tease Guan Hong.

He said anxiously: "You have a little fever, you have a fever!"

He didn't know if Guan Hong was often sick.

But now the appearance of this patient is simply terrible.

Even though Guan Hong kept saying that it would be okay to sleep, Su Wenle was still flustered.

He was like a child whose family members fell ill, and suddenly lost his mind.

Su Wenle said, "What should I do? I'll call 120 immediately?!"