To play is to win!

It was already nine o'clock when Su Wenle woke up.

No one called him, so he woke up naturally.

The room was completely covered by light, and he took out his mobile phone to check, and there were a lot of news.

Xie Qi finally answered the question from last night.

Xie Qi: which orange?Men and women, what position do you play?

Xie Qi: Last night, my boyfriend and I drove a four-black car, my god, the feeling of my thighs flying is great!

Omitting countless lines that praised her boyfriend, Su Wenle could feel dizzy and dizzy.

The effective information that Su Wenle can obtain is: this orange is really unknown.

Su Wenle, who fell asleep at one or two o'clock last night, really wanted to stay in bed, but his biological clock and his parents made him give up this plan.

He quickly got up, put on his clothes and walked out. As soon as he reached the first floor, he heard the teaching in English from the training room.

...this group of people are really teaching class.

All MS staff, plus Meng Beichuan and Teacher Yang.

The monitor they used for replays every day contained a remote teaching lecturer. Su Wenle thought it was a video, but it was obvious that when he appeared, the person's eyes moved with him.

The assistant Judy stood aside, saw him coming down and immediately said, "What would cooky want for breakfast? Noodles, steamed stuffed buns, deep-fried dough sticks, or something?"

Her voice was very low, as if she didn't want to disturb everyone studying in the training room.

But Guan Hong still turned his head, and before he could speak, Meng Beichuan slapped him back.

"What to watch, listen to the class."

Brother Meng was really strict, and Su Wenle couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Let's eat noodles." He said to Judy.

So does Kang Shuaifu.

The considerate Zhu Di asked Aunt Cooking to order a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles, which tasted much better than Kang Shuaifu, and Su Wenle ate very happily.

"Where are my parents?"

"Sister Ya and Nike took them out for a stroll."

Since it was a stroll, it meant that his mother must be quite satisfied with this place.

After all, he didn't ruthlessly drag him up from the bed, pack him up and take him home.

After eating quickly, Su Wenle caught up with the last train to study.

It turns out that English teaching is not just pretending, it is really teaching.

The lecturer explained the full text of the reading comprehension in detail, and also named the students so that they could answer the questions.

He chose Zhang Si.

Zhang Si lived up to expectations and answered the teacher's question perfectly.

Su Wenle feels that Zhang Si is really good at English, and he has a real ability to show off his words.

As a bystander, it was interesting for Su Wenle to watch them in class.

It's just that he doesn't know why ms wants to learn this.

The purpose of learning Korean is to be able to communicate with Korean friends smoothly on the Asian server. Is learning English to be able to play on the American server?

Even without common sense, Su Wenle knew that the jet lag of the American server was there. Compared with the Asian server, it was not a good place to hone skills.

Does ms have plans to internationalize the team?

Is this the club's decision to improve the overall quality of the players?

Su Wenle listened carefully for a while, and then wanted to play with her mobile phone.

Between "playing mobile phones in class does not respect the teacher" and "not playing with mobile phones makes me sleepy and sleepy", Su Wenle kept his energy up, kept his mind highly concentrated, and listened to the bible.

"Okay, that's all for today. Before the next class, finish the reading questions on page 56."

After the teacher finished speaking, after ms said goodbye, he turned off the monitor.

Meng Beichuan closed his ghost-drawing talisman notebook and felt relieved. When he turned around, he saw Su Wenle sitting there obediently.

"Very good, very good." He liked Su Wenle's earnestness very much, "Hurry up, hurry up, I'll give you 10 minutes to rest, and come back to practice guns when you're done!"

There are no training games in the morning, but gun practice is the eternal theme of ms.

Whether it is playing in the game or running a custom map, it is to maintain the feel and keep the brain active.

If you don't practice hand skills for a day, the MS players will join the Overwatch team, and put away the casual and entertaining mini-games.

Because, on parent visit day, don't do irrelevant things.

While parents probably won't be able to tell the difference between Overwatch and other FPS games, "Humans Fall Flat" is certainly not their sport.

Lin Xiaoke was very regretful, opened the client terminal, and asked, "Deathmatch? Competitive? Quick? I'll take Widowmaker."

Order first and then decide which mode to go.

But Guan Hong didn't speak for a long time, he even pushed Su Wenle away and sat beside him.

"Huh?" Su Wenle saw him debugging the computer in front of him, "What's wrong?"

"Live broadcast."

Guan Hong still remembered yesterday's live broadcast invitation.

Before Su Wenle refused, Lin Xiaoke cheered.

"Okay, Su Wenle, today you are my brother Le!" He shook off the mouse, "Brother Le, what do you want to play, do you want to bind milk, you talk."

The dog legs were unimaginable, but Zhang Si also kept up with the rhythm unexpectedly.

"Wow, don't grab my brother!" He was very unhappy and squeezed over, "Brother Le, let me know about my private collection of Lay's Potato Chips. Is your live broadcast time today counted on me?"

"Okay." Guan Hong slapped him away, "Play on your own, I count his time."

"You are hegemony!" Zhang Si was very angry!

"I'm the captain, I have privileges, go, get your treasured ad calcium milk, I don't want potato chips, it's dirty to eat."

Zhang Si didn't get the live broadcast time, and was brutally searched for ad calcium milk.

Su Wenle's mood was very complicated, especially when Zhang Si selflessly brought a box of milk over.

"Otherwise... the time will be shared equally by you?"

Drinking other people's treasures can't be done in vain.

What he said made sense, and made Guan Hong laugh.

He asked: "How do you want to divide it? By the second or by the minute? I don't know how long it can be broadcast, so think about how long it will be?"

Su Wenle said embarrassingly: "Drinking people have soft mouths."

Guan Hong said: "Don't pay attention to them, just join in the fun, and it's really broadcast live, day and night, often exceeding the standard."

"That was when there was no competition." Lin Xiaoke retorted.

"There's no competition yet." Guan Hong stretched out his finger, "Plug it in for your Brother Le, don't bother me to debug."

This is the first time that Su Wenle has seen the live broadcast room of MS. Although the screen is black, the chat window on the right keeps sending messages.

"Already opened?" Su Wenle looked at different ids chatting, and the topic always revolved around the recent updates of Overwatch.

"No." Guan Hong cast a glance, "They just like to use this as a chat room."

MS has an official fan group, but their fans just like to meet in the live broadcast room where there is no live broadcast, greet each other like a chat room, and start a conversation.

——In the last live broadcast, Guan Hong said that there was good news.

——Good news: Guan Hong and I have obtained the certificate, thank you everyone.

——Fuck upstairs!Housing management work!

——It should be that Xixi is coming back, I saw it at An Ming.

——When is the live broadcast?

——It’s early, the live broadcast has been erratic recently, and it feels like they have to catch up with the time at the end of the month.

Just as he was talking, the screen lit up.

The chat box froze for a second, and suddenly question marks were neatly brushed up.

What the hell, it started broadcasting suddenly, and the desktop is still so simple!

——Who is broadcasting this desktop?

Old viewers who are familiar with the desktop wallpapers of every player in the ms team have not seen the default morningstar official wallpaper of gay purple for a long time.

Maybe only when Coach Meng and Teacher Yang appear, they will appear in the live broadcast room.

Guan Hong said, "Guess."

Apparently, he was replying to the audience.

Su Wenle rarely watched the live broadcast, but he found it very interesting.

The audience asked questions in words, and the anchor patiently responded. The cross-dimensional you and I are coming and going, which is very vivid.

Various speculations emerged in the chat box, and Su Wenle could tell from the speed of text appearance and different IDs: there were more and more people.

——I am Ke?

——Guner still owes us the song Red Star Shining, Captain, you remind him!

——One person's blood book depends on Archangel Anming.

——The captain asked Qin to play the national server quickly!The accounts of the national server are starting to lose points!

"Li Qin, how long has it been since you got on the national server?" Guan Hong turned to Li Qin.

"How long?" Li Qin traveled to the Asian server every day, but hadn't been on the national server much. "One week? Two weeks?"

"Hurry up and fight online, or you will fall out of the top [-], and Brother Meng will make trouble again."

"MS still requires national server results?"

"No." Guan Hong explained, "Zheng Xi used to play the Asian server all the time, and the national server became a diamond, but when he played again, it was broadcast live, and the audience said he fried fish, and Meng Ge saw it and criticized him. , by the way, ask us to keep the number to the top [-], and not allow it to drop out, so as not to arouse the audience's resentment."

no...

Su Wenle was speechless to this request.

Can the top [-] be maintained if you keep it? If you are unlucky, the network fluctuates, your teammates are stuck, and the opponent is super god, it is not a problem to output the top [-] with ten consecutive knees.

"I... what if I'm unlucky and kneel on the live broadcast?"

"I'll accompany you." Guan Hong said with a smile.

Su Wenle asked again: "Kneel with me?"

"If I accompany you, you won't even kneel."

The affectionate guarantee is touching, but Su Wenle thought to himself, even if the eldest brother finishes ordering, you can't do whatever you want in the top [-], right?

"Honghong, sometimes you are confident in honey, aren't you?"

As soon as he spoke, he received warning from Guan Hong's eyes.

However, newborn calves are so defiant of power.

"Hey."

"hey-hey."

"Hey hey hey.

The ms group of people laughed idiotically, pretending to look at the screen intently, the corners of their mouths were almost bent to the sky.

It was Zhou Anming who was more kind, and said: "Su Wenle, give our captain a face, don't call him... Ha, I haven't said anything yet?!"

His eyes warned him to shut up.

Guan Hong picked up the earphones and put them on Su Wenle's head to block out the chattering voices of his teammates.

Then he picked up another pair.

"Hello?" Guan Hong's voice came clearly from the earphones, "Try the sound."

"How to audition? One, two, three? owothree? Honghonghonghong?"

Not only Guan Hong heard it, but also the audience in the live broadcast room.

--Who?

——Who has the audacity to call my husband by his nickname?

--which one?which one?

——Is it cooky?

Guan Hong finished debugging and said, "Well, it is indeed cooky."

Concise and concise, with a clear voice, instantly aroused a new wave in the live broadcast room.

The jokers, the cute ones, and the ones who were eager to get their certificates verbally from the Ms players were all shocked.

Really cookie? !

Is it our dva? !

I want to cooky's first...he is back!

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——Why is the update slow recently?

——In these eight days without owl, I don't know how I survived...