To play is to win!

Su Wenle has been teammates with many irascible brothers.

Those guys who come in and eat dynamite always regard winning or losing as very important.

"Fuck, Tracer, can you play! How can you win like this!"

"Damn, angel, can you breastfeed me! Do you want to lose!"

He is full of all kinds of dislike and pickiness towards his teammates, as if he has nothing wrong with him.

They wanted to win, and Guan Hong wanted to win too.

There is no difference between them and Guan Hong in terms of purpose, but Su Wenle just thinks that as long as MS can win, Guan Hong can ask him to do anything.

What is this, a victory of beauty?

Su Wenle couldn't help but despise himself. After playing Overwatch for so long, salty fish who have never pursued victory, why is his heart beating like a drum, his palms are hot, and he can't wait for a one-on-one!

Regardless, he asked, "Then what should I do?"

"Stand up." Guan Hong pointed forward.

Su Wenle stood up obediently, waiting for Teacher Guan's orders with shining eyes.

"Turn backward." Guan Hong gracefully drew a small circle with his index finger.

Su Wenle was a little dazed, but turned around blankly.

"Very good, half the battle is won if you listen to me." Guan Hong stood up and pushed him into the bathroom, "Take a bath and go to bed, and get up tomorrow to practice coordination. At 08:30 in the morning, don't stay in bed."

Before falling asleep, Su Wenle vowed to be the wings of MS, and was so excited until late at night that he was still thinking about how to be a murderous brother, using Dva to ride on people's faces.

After being woken up by Guan Hong the next day, he felt that his wings might grow for a long time.

"Sleepy..." He couldn't even open his eyes, the room was already brightly lit, and he didn't know what time it was.

"In the morning, McCas made soup to make shrimp dumplings and corn soup." Guan Hong poked the ball of Su Wenle.

Su Wenle curled up tighter in the thin quilt, "Ah...wait for a second...a second...second...m..."

"It's gone at 08:30, it's [-]:[-] now."

"...Get up, get up."

The power of eating prompted him to get up.

It was a miracle that he was able to get up before ten o'clock on the holiday.

The breakfast at the McCas Hotel was delicious, and it didn't disappoint a bedridden boy like him desperately trying to stay awake.

Su Wenle was thinking about what to have for lunch while eating soup dumplings.

McCas's seafood is delicious, and the steak is also great. Unfortunately, it is not a restaurant, so you can only choose one of the two. It is really difficult to choose.

"What do you want for lunch?"

Here, Su Wenle is full of energy, ready to answer this very difficult question.

"Seafood on [-], western food on [-]? Today is Wednesday, let's eat seafood!"

Guan Hong smiled and said, "Only eat at the McCas Hotel? There are many delicacies in Jiangcheng, such as the hot pot opposite Jiangxiao, Kung Fu duck soup in Manhua Street, and boiled fish in the central square."

Su Wenle was startled, "Hey, MS's base isn't in the Xiu District, why are you so familiar with Jiangcheng's food?"

And what he listed are all places he likes to eat!

Guan Hong laughed, thinking that Su Wenle might suffer from amnesia."You recommended it to me," he said.

In Su Wenle's first professional speech, there were at least ten special recommendations.

What he said touched Su Wenle's heart.

MS is a team from the show area, and they came to Jiangcheng because of the league's home game.

Since it is regarded as a friend coming from afar, he should also be a landlord!

"Then let's go eat at noon or at night. If we go closer, we can't finish eating at different stores every day." Su Wenle nodded, thinking that his idea was great, "This way, after the game, there will be no food. It's a pity, Jiangcheng is so far away from the Xiu District, it's not easy for you to come here."

"You really can't get tired of eating..." Guan Hong just smiled, "The goal is very ambitious, you can try to arrange it."

Su Wenle, who has never been tired of eating, has already started to arrange the itinerary of MS's future competition period in the notebook in his mind.

"How long is the game going to be?"

"Half a month."

Half a month is so good!Su Wenle has already begun to list the "Top Ten Jiangcheng" in his heart.

"Morning, team off."

Su Wenle was excited to make a plan, and a stranger came to greet him.

Of course, strangeness is only for him.

"Teacher Wu is so early today?" Guan Hong responded with a smile.

"Or you guys were earlier." Teacher Wu said, "Is this kid a new MS player?"

"Yes, Cooky. This is the battle coach, Mr. Wu."

Su Wenle is like a child brought by a parent, saying hello obediently.

Teacher Wu didn't plan to talk too much, nodded and said, "I'll see you later, eat slowly."

Although the players always talk about battle, battle, Su Wenle hasn't seen the players in battle yet, but he saw their coach first.

"Battle isn't coming for breakfast?" he asked.

Su Wen was happy to see the coach sitting alone at the table, and he didn't notice any battle players around him.

"Because it's less than ten o'clock, none of their team members can get up."

There is no harm if there is no comparison, Su Wenle suddenly felt that the MS was extremely hardworking, and even taking himself along was not considered lazy.

He thought for a while and asked, "Guan Hong, what do you think our winning percentage is?"

Lin Xiaoke's big poisonous milk insisted on losing, but Su Wenle didn't believe a word, he wanted to listen to a professional.

"It depends on the situation. If there is no problem with the execution of the tactics, it is a few maps that we are good at... the winning rate is about 80%."

With two prerequisites, the winning rate is only 80%.Su Wenle was a little dazed.

It seems that his expression has already told Guan Hong what he thinks.

Guan Hong smiled inwardly, and said with a serious face: "There is another way to win 100%."

Su Wenle listened attentively.

"The opposing player is sleepwalking."

Su Wenle began to think about the possibility of asking Daxian to make the opposite group sleepwalk.

After eating breakfast and walking to the training room, someone has already arrived.

Zhou Anming was reading a book, Zhang Si was yawning and playing with his mobile phone, and Li Qin's seat was empty.

And Lin Xiaoke...

"Walk, walk, go up... Oh, isn't this embarrassing me!"

Lin Xiaoke flicked the mouse and muttered to herself, staring at the computer screen with a broken face.

Su Wenle leaned over and saw him playing a mysterious game, "You..."

"Eat or not to eat lollipops."

Lin Xiaoke glanced at him, grabbed a lollipop from the table and gave it to him.

"Eat, eat, eat, thank you, thank you." Su Wenle smiled very happily, and did not expect that there would be sweets when he arrived early.

He peeled off the candy wrapper twice and stuffed it into his mouth, "What are you doing?"

This little game looks very simple, I don't know how Lin Xiaoke can play it so excitedly.

"Have you seen "The Pickaxe Man in a Pot"?" Lin Xiaoke was serious, frowning.

He was woken up by the captain early in the morning, and he came over to make up for the live broadcast time, so he had no choice but to show his housekeeping skills and play a game of "I don't know what the hell is going home anyway" to perfunctory the audience.

In the end, perfunctory and perfunctory, he was really going to blow up by this ghost game.

Thinking of him, Lin Xiaoke, the competitive mode has never been bombed, the game has never been bombed by mistakes, and a mouse game without even legs, it is almost driving him crazy.

"No, no, I can't pass the level, I am ashamed of my Zenyatta's Avalokitesvara!"

After speaking, he swung the hammer again and started a new round of challenges.

Since Guan Hong didn't urge him, Su Wenle sat leisurely next to Lin Xiaoke, watching him bravely dig the ground to survive.

Then... as expected, he returned to the place where the dream started.

"It's miserable." Su Wenle commented with a lollipop in his mouth.

"awful."

Lin Xiaoke completely woke up from her doze, but no matter how miserable she was, she still had to pass this level, just because she didn't believe in evil.

Su Wenle saw him trying to dig a hoe from the foot of the mountain again, jumping up with a stupid black pot, and asked, "Why are you playing this?"

"Live broadcast."

Su Wenle realized it later, and looked up at the camera that had been clipped to the top of the screen for a long time.

"...This can't be a real camera."

Lin Xiaoke pushed the mobile phone she put on the table to Su Wenle, and the bullet screen of the audience who was guarding the MS live broadcast room early in the morning flashed across it.

He affirmed: "This is indeed a real camera."

The hairs on Su Wenle's back stood up, and he couldn't even lick a lollipop.

Seeing his frightened appearance, Lin Xiaoke laughed and said, "But I didn't open it."

Although the camera was not turned on, the live broadcast room exploded.

However, there were not many people in the morning, and it was said that it was an explosion, but it was just a barrage of hahaha, running over densely, with one or two comments from the audience.

"Is the MS newcomer a curious baby? I've been asking why from last night until now"

"Super cute, eat a lollipop if you ask for a lollipop, and sit down if you ask to sit down."

"What are you playing, free man?"

"I didn't see other team liberos talking about transfers, and his voice was very unfamiliar, as if he was underage."

I'm an adult... Su Wenle retorted silently in his heart, kept a little distance from Lin Xiaoke, and continued to eat sweets.

Guan Hong said with a smile: "MS has a team live broadcast room. Usually we take turns to live broadcast. If you are interested, you can also try it."

"No, no, no need." Su Wenle was very grateful and declined the kindness.

He's really not too fond of live broadcasts, and it's more suitable for someone like Lin Xiaoke who can make a frenzied crash sound while playing a low-end game.

"NO, I don't want to go home!"

"Shut up and don't even allow 233!"

"Today I will pick up my 40-meter-long hammer and fly into the sky!"

The live broadcast made people crazy, and what was even crazier was that Su Wenle actually watched him play this inexplicable game, continuously falling from the sky and returning to the ground.

Guan Hong didn't care.

After the rest of the team members arrived, he said, "Lin Xiaoke, stop messing with your crash game and go to the Asian server."

"Asian clothes?" Su Wenle asked in surprise.

He doesn't have an Asian server account. In fact, no matter how many people brag about the world-class Asian server (Korean region), he never thought about trying it.

Just kidding, this kind of delay soars to 80-100, there is no gaming experience at all!

"Well, playing the Asian server to warm up, driving in the national server is a bit too leisurely."

Guan Hong said "leisurely", and his teammates were thinking "abuse food".

A team of six professional players is driving in the national server, and it will almost be posted on the forum, denouncing the armor for bullying children.

With a six-seater car of their level, it would go on a rampage when it was driven out. Professional players like Battle hadn't even woken up in the morning.

Normally, they split up in twos and threes to rank, but now, it is time to seize all the time to practice coordination.

Accompany Su Wenle to practice cooperation.

The team members practiced their guns on the shooting range, waiting for Su Wenle to open a new account.

"What about the delay?" Su Wenle was not afraid of the Asian server, nor was he afraid of meeting Korean players, but he was afraid of the delay explosion. He jumped out and had his head flying before landing.

"It's okay, basically the 20-30 delay is about the same as the national server." Guan Hong turned on the accelerator for him, "Customize first, wait for you to level 25, and then we will compete."

Su Wenle was a little excited, going to the Asian server for the first time, it was like traveling abroad.

Although no one went there and he couldn't eat delicious food, he was full of expectations.

"Candy?" Guan Hong took out a bag of candy from the back drawer.

"Hey, why do you have so much sugar?" Su Wenle didn't refuse at all, took it and opened it, "Toffee."

"do not like?"

"I like it." Su Wen happily ate, and turned around to share a big handful with each of his teammates in the training room.

So, a group of people enjoyed themselves... eating candy in the training room.

For MS, playing custom is actually quite boring.

The hero AI of the difficult computer is not strong, and the team's strength is overflowing, and the main thing is to practice coordination.

When to charge with Dva, when to use a big move, when to retreat, and when to use skills to assist Su Wenle, the members of MS have all practiced in a serious manner.

But...they don't shoot.

Su Wenle, a Dva, dragged a bulky mecha forward and there, except to enjoy the care from the treatment, basically without any assistance.

The sniper rifle in Guan Hong's hand is a telescope, which was specially opened to observe Su Wenle's actions.

"The next time you go to the Gibraltar platform, turn 15 degrees to the left." Guan Hong asked.

"15 degrees?" Su Wenle raised his mecha and looked at the high platform of Gibraltar. Before he could figure out the angle, he was shot, "Okay, okay."

As he agreed, he shot at Soldier 76, feeling that his reaction ability had become stronger.

The six-person armor practiced their coordination in the custom mode easily and happily all the way. Everyone relaxed and shot at will, enjoying the rare leisure time.

Except for Su Wenle who was directed by Guan Hong to run around the field.

After playing more than a dozen games, Su Wenle is still some distance away from level 25, but the team's coordination is already decent.

"Not bad. The charge is more decisive than yesterday." Brother Meng stood behind him and commented, "Following the gun is also good, a bit murderous!"

Su Wenle shook the hand that had been holding the mouse for a long time. Wouldn't it be murderous to fight alone!

wanna die?Two assistants nurse you.

want to run?Five big men bind you.

Although the opponents are a group of computer AIs, he still thinks highly of him if he wants to [-]v[-]!

Su Wenle has learned a lot about MS's wonderful cooperative practice method. The excitement of looking forward to the Asian server at the beginning has disappeared. I just feel that the custom mode is the same all over the world, and it is not considered an overseas trip at all.

"Let's take a rest first." Teacher Yang said, "There will be a temporary training match in the afternoon, everyone remember the time well, don't run around, and don't oversleep."

Zhou Anming asked: "Who are you hitting, Atk?"

"Lene is fine too. Kuku said he was free before." Li Qin stretched.

Meng Beichuan said, "Battle."

The teammate was suddenly quiet, with an expression of "you seem to be teasing me", and even Su Wenle's voice when he took the time to peel the candy paper became abrupt.

What's wrong?Su Wenle looked at Guan Hong.

Before Guan Hong could answer him, Zhang Si said: "Didn't the battle not fight against us before the game, and now it's changed?"

Lin Xiaoke said: "Find out the reality, hmph, scheming, scheming."

"Let's fight, let's fight, sooner or later." Zhou Anming seemed indifferent.

Su Wenle could detect a trace of solemnity and depression in the words of his teammates.

After all, Battle is their first opponent next week. This kind of MS, which needs to be practiced in the custom mode even for coordination, may not look good against Battle.

However, once the training match is confirmed, there is no room for evasion.

"How strong is the battle?" Su Wenle asked in a low voice with sugar in his mouth.

"Kang Ting is a top-level free agent, Wood has a good sense of the front row, and their assistants Jiang Ke and Zhu Feiling are old partners and they have a good understanding. The whole team has no major flaws. I feel that we are a bit difficult to deal with now." Hong spoke so objectively that even Brother Meng nodded.

Su Wenle inexplicably felt that these people were familiar, and the names that Xie Qi kept bombarding with words and voices every day finally surfaced in his mind.

Su Wenle, who thought he knew the four professional teams of MS, BF, NYS, and Battle, suddenly realized something very important.

He asked: "That... the full name of battle is..."

"Battle Forever." Guan Hong looked at him.

Zhang Si added: "They also have an abbreviation that is not ashamed, BF!"