To play is to win!

Su Wenle is full of confidence.

He also asked Mr. Yang to cut off the picture of Guan's bungee jumping and send it to himself.

Screen saver phone wallpaper two reset.

Don't give Guan Hong face at all.

"I want to register a trumpet!" Su Wenle vowed, "Even if I become Platinum, I can train a top road tyrant!"

Guan Hong fell off the altar.

Guan Hong drifted away.

But he watched Su Wenle happily create an account, humming an out-of-key song.

Forget it, Guan Hong thought, let's sacrifice ourselves for others.

He sat over and watched Su Wenle tangled in the id interface.

"What name should I choose?" Su Wenle said, "The future pig king?"

The name is so stupid it doesn't fit at all.

"Little biscuit." Guan Hong also started to apply for a new account, "My name is Bing Kuo Luo."

"Okay, okay." Su Wenle typed the new name, and formed a team with Bing Kuoluo as soon as he entered.

Habitually clicking match, he suddenly reacted.

He said: "I want to practice heroes! Why do I need to double row!"

His id suggestion is good, but duo suggestion is bad.

Guan Hong is such a big killer, if he goes out and shoots one by one, he is really bullying the children.

Guan Hong replied: "I also want to practice heroes! Take me with you, lest I become Platinum again."

The words were very sincere and pitiful, and Su Wenle's eyes slowly sympathized.

Platinum Genji, even when he played Overwatch for the first time, he was rated at least a diamond!

"It's so pitiful." Su Wenle laughed when he said pitiful, "But I still won't take you with me."

Guan Hong:? ? ?

"My rating is definitely a diamond. The division is too high and it's not suitable for you."

Guan Hong was actually rejected by the diamond player.

After laughing at Guan Hong, Su Wenle was in a particularly happy mood.

He wants to practice by himself.

If Guan Hong did, he would rely too much on Guan Hong's ability.

This was not the result he wanted.

It is not difficult to practice from scratch.

The teammates who were matched at the beginning had unfamiliar tactics and poor agility, but so did the opponents.

Su Wenle manipulated the wobbly Roadhog, and he could catch the target as soon as he hooked it.

It's like fishing.

Hook him up and kill him, or let him escape.

Su Wenle consciously avoids damage, which is easier than imagined in low-level battles.

Although the teammates did not cooperate, the enemy did not necessarily have it.

Guan Hong kept looking at him, but didn't play with his Bing Kuo Luo.

Even though Guan Hong's road hog level may not even be platinum, he is still keen on commanding off the court.

"Go to the left and walk alone. As long as you kill them first and heal them, you can pick five."

"Lele go back to the little house next to him, and catch that Tracer first."

"No, your position is too bad. Find more cover, and you must be decisive when you get out of the hook."

When Meng Beichuan came in after his lunch break, he saw that one person was in charge of the game and the other was in charge of directing.

I was still playing in quick mode, not even competitive.

Meng Beichuan stood behind them all the time.

He wanted to see how much progress Su Wenle could make in two days.

Su Wenle is a talented player, there is no need for him to play double kills and triple kills on the field, Meng Beichuan can be sure of this.

"Go left and steal them."

Guan Hong directed passionately, Su Wenle obeyed, and was very obedient.

Su Wenle won another game.

Roadhog's stats rose rapidly, even when the opponent became stronger.

The potential is unlimited and there is a lot to do.

"Oh, what a pity." Meng Beichuan sighed.

An inexplicable sigh caused the two of them to turn their heads.

He looked at Su Wenle's surprised eyes and said, "If you had come to MS earlier, you would definitely have a place in the World Cup. It's really a pity."

"World Cup?"

Su Wenle still listened to Guan Hong about the concept of the World Cup.

China's top eight, South Korea's first.

I don't know what format or where it will be held.

"Brother Meng, when will the World Cup start? Where will it be played?"

"Su Wenle, when did you start playing games, last month?!" Meng Beichuan was furious.

The World Cup is such a big event, Su Wenle is like a cross-border player, full of question marks.

"...A year ago." Su Wenle said, "About August or September."

Meng Beichuan pinched Qingming acupoint painfully.

The man spoke so sincerely that he was too embarrassed to laugh at it.

He said: "I should write you an instruction manual. The most basic concepts are written clearly for you. What does Tracer do, Widowmaker must open the camera and so on."

"Okay, Brother Meng, don't bully him." Guan Hong smiled and teased Su Wenle, "Lele didn't watch the game before, I don't know it's normal."

Meng Beichuan was startled, and said, "Is this considered bullying? Isn't this the basic common sense of professional players?"

He couldn't bear Guan Hong's old hen defending like a chicken with cubs, waved and shouted: "Su Wenle, come here, I'll tell you something."

Meng Beichuan opened the browser and quickly opened the URL in the favorites.

Once inside, it is the homepage of the Overwatch World Cup.

The promotional news photo of the group stage was hung at the front, and Su Wenle could see Guan Hong at a glance.

"This is our Chinese team, the members are these few, Guan Hong, Wood, Kang Ting, mq, Li Qin, Lin Xiaoke, and three substitutes, Zhang Si, Jiang Ke, Lilis."

Meng Beichuan said: "We went to South Korea to play the group stage at the end of June. The group qualified second, and South Korea was the first. The next game is two months later, and they will go to the United States, so we are looking for so many people now, mainly It's to build a second team to deal with the games after they're done."

He scrolled down the page and scrolled through countless familiar photos.

Guan Hong's, Wood's, Kang Ting's, Li Qin's.

They stared sternly ahead, wearing red team uniforms, and flashed by.

"The results in the group stage are not bad, and the loss to South Korea is quite expected. The players are not a big problem, the main reason is that there is too much shortage of domestic coaches, and it is not easy to find." Meng Beichuan said in a regretful tone, "I hope to have a competition right now. Bejake is a better data analyst, and a better coach than I am, it is best to form a luxurious coaching team of 48 people, non-stop research on how to overthrow South Korea."

48 people...

Su Wenle looked at the column of World Cup coaches and counted only three people.

Glancing at the coach's name below, he was suddenly stunned.

"Meng, Bei, Chuan?" He read out the name word by word, and then carefully looked at the ID photo, "Brother Meng, did you find a substitute?"

The person in the photo, with a full beard and puffy eyes, is not Meng Beichuan at all, more like a street artist.

"Hmph." Meng Beichuan quickly scrolled through the page, "I was much more handsome then than now, and it's nothing more than a fake photo by an internet celebrity."

The tone was still very proud, revealing his infinite dissatisfaction with shaving his beard.

Su Wenle wanted to explain that he looked more normal now, and he clearly looked like a 40-year-old down-and-out uncle in the photo.

He still shut up.

Brother Meng seems to be under thirty.

Sure enough, there is a natural gap in aesthetics between people.

"Although you can't catch up with the World Cup as a substitute or something, it's okay to go to the scene and be a spectator. Look, this schedule, the United States is played first, and then Thailand. South Korea is at the back. Once again, we can keep the top eight and compete for the top four."

Meng Beichuan clicked on the news according to the time and introduced them to Su Wenle one by one.

"In this round, he played against Romania at the beginning, and Wood made a great contribution."

"In this game, Denmark scored two points first, and we let the second chase the third."

"In this game, Argentina, I like their healer mre very much, but everyone else is not very good."

Meng Beichuan clicked in reverse, and gave Su Wenle a brief look at the picture.

These outdated news, you don't need to read the text carefully, just look at the pictures, you can feel the excitement of the World Cup.

Different countries around the world are working together for a common victory.

The Chinese team lost slightly to South Korea, overwhelmed other opponents, qualified for the second place in the group, and entered the top [-].

After clicking through countless battle reports, he found the news.

"All the matches starting from the top sixteen will be held at this venue. This is the place where the Blizzard Carnival is held, and it is also the place where the owl was officially announced."

When he mentioned the word owl, he brought endless sighs and yearning.

Even silently staring at the scene on the picture, without speaking for a long time.

The wide stage and the entire surrounding wall are all in the shape of the Lijiang Tower.

The bright night scene in the dark night appeared in the crowded arena, and even the players were integrated into the shocking scene.

Obviously to introduce the World Cup, but Su Wenle heard a new vocabulary.

He pieced together the vocabulary in his mind, and found related vocabulary using his high school level English.

He asked, "owl? The Owl Cup?"

Meng Beichuan glanced at Su Wenle, his expression was more solemn than those flashing photos of contestants.

He said: "No. It's not a cup, it's not an ordinary league. Overwatchleague, it's Overwatch's top international league, and at the same time..."

"It's also the place that brings us both our dreams and our despair."