To play is to win!

Su Wenle was stunned.

In his heart, Guan Hong is someone who can stand upright even if the sky falls.

The sudden show of weakness made him at a loss.

This is a big event!

"Why are you nervous? The opponent only has one big brother. We counted and counted, and at least there are three big brothers. You, Kang Ting, and Lin Xiaoke all have super invincible big thick legs. We just go up and kill them all."

Su Wenle analyzed carefully, and frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.

Guan Hong is definitely not someone who is afraid of losing.

Guan Hong had never been discouraged when his losing streak was unbelievable back then.

Strength leads to flying, even if you lose in battle.

After thinking about it, he could only think of one possibility - a lot of pressure.

Guan Hong is participating in the World Cup for the first time. The team of the Chinese team is no longer the gay purple of MS, but China Red.

Athletics brought a sense of national honor, which suddenly looked very different.

Su Wenle felt that he had grasped the key point, and said: "This...don't think that representing China is a big burden. We are e-sports, and the purpose of competition is to compete with strength and demeanor. Besides, the opponent really We are not strong, we will definitely win this game, as long as we hold on to the top eight and don’t embarrass the country, moreover, your strength is absolutely no problem beating your opponent... Guan Hong!"

While trying his best to comfort him, he saw Guan Hong's smile gradually widen, and he even laughed out loud.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Su Wenle reacted.

How could a person like Guan Hong, who has seen big waves before the game, lower his morale before the game!

He said seriously, this guy actually laughed out loud, obviously playing tricks on him.

Su Wenle was furious, and rushed forward to beat her up.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Guan Hong didn't expect his reaction to be so strong, as swift and violent as a five-hundred-jin flash egg pounced on him.

While laughing, he was beaten down on the bed, and the pillow was pounding violently in front of him.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, don't hit your face, you can hit anywhere hahaha!"

Guan Hong was about to die of laughter from Su Wenle.

He often saw this pounce posture when Shiba Inu was two or three months old.

Now, it's simply adult Chai's counterattack.

Weight is like that too.

Riding him is at least five firewood.

The pillow was useless, which made Guan Hong laugh even louder.

Su Wenle threw off the pillow and finally let out a bad breath when he saw the ravaged Guan Hong.

If it wasn't for the match tomorrow, he would have beaten Guan Hong until his whole body was bruised and taught him a severe lesson.

"Hmph, try tricking me again?"

He would be angry.

Guan Hong was a little embarrassed, his bangs were messed up, and his face was full of smiles.

"I'm not kidding you." He smoothed his bangs, put his hands under his head casually, and looked like he was lying on Su Wenle's bed, "I'm afraid that you will be nervous and dare not speak out, which will affect the display of strength. What if you lose to your opponent in one game and return home right after leaving the country, what if you cry.”

"Cry?" Su Wenle was very disdainful, and patted Guan Hong's leg and climbed out of bed, "I won't cry even if you cry."

Their games are scheduled to start at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Everyone got up early because they had to practice guns.

Waking up early is very easy for the World Cup squad.

It's a pity that the breakfast didn't suit the appetite of the teammates, and everyone ate with a sad face.

"I want soy milk and fried dough sticks." Zhang Si erected a monument in his heart.

Lin Xiaoke said: "Want to eat noodles... Isn't it so miserable for noodles?"

"A lot of demands." Meng Beichuan disliked them while eating dry bread. "We used to drink cold water and eat biscuits to play games. Now you want milk and bread, and you are picky. Eat quickly, eat and practice your hands."

Because the breakfast was not good, everyone ate quickly.

Su Wenle didn't have such a big reaction as them.

The bread is also delicious, and the soaked milk is even better, which is no worse than the base life.

Su Wenle, who is super easy to feed, was still eating bread on the way to the temporary training room, which made Lin Xiaoke feel emotional.

He asked, "Su Wenle, do you have anything that you don't like?"

"Yes." Su Wenle chewed, "Kimchi."

There used to be golden arches, now "disliked food" -1.

Lin Xiaoke, who didn't know the truth, was very relieved.

Fortunately, at least when it comes to kimchi, they are consistent.

The venue of the World Cup is located in the venue of Blizzard Carnival.

On the day that all the players arrived, there was a simple rehearsal.

After all, it is only a sixteen-eight process, and there are not too many complicated movements. Most of the videos, photos, and editing are completed before departure.

It did not affect the cramping of the World Cup squad.

At two o'clock, they had arrived at the scene on time, waiting for the battle to begin.

"I heard that the German team went to the beach to play these few days, and they even beat the opponent 3-0 in the morning."

"Who is the opponent?"

"Spain."

"I've never heard of any strong players..."

"I only know that Spanish football is strong."

A group of people gathered together, quietly beeping about the battle in the morning, and stood in the background waiting for their debut.

I have played several representative teams before, and the results were quite tragic.

不是3：0，就是0：3，连个1都没出现。

"Besides, the dot map doesn't even have sub-picture points." Li Qin added.

This is amazing.

In Overwatch, which is full of dominance maps, if you don’t play a small map 2:1, how can it be considered a wonderful and intense game.

Paying attention to other people's game scores makes a group of people want to turn on the computer and watch the replay to see what happened.

However, no conditions, no time.

The mobile phones are all taken away.

"Ready to play." Guan Hong greeted the guys piled up behind him.

When the debut music sounded, Su Wenle followed Guan Hong, and his teammates followed the rehearsal route to the competition stage.

The surrounding venue made him a little uncomfortable.

Along the way, you can see domestic fans waving support signs.

In an unfamiliar environment, I suddenly feel that Chinese is so friendly.

Su Wenle kept looking, trying to find Xie Qi's shadow in the dense crowd.

But he didn't find Setch, but saw the flag.

As bright red as the team uniform on his body, the flag exists in life at any time.

Maybe it was at that moment that he suddenly felt a little different.

It's not a pure competition, but a competition where he can shout "Come on" and wave the flag as soon as he turns his head and looks over.

Su Wenle seemed to hear someone calling Guan Hong, as if someone was calling cooky.

The noisy voice is covered under the fast unfamiliar voice of the English commentary.

He couldn't help but want to stop and hear what these people were shouting again.

"Brother Le, let's go." Zhang Si pushed him, preventing him from turning around every step of the way.

Sitting on the competition stage, the English explanations are all in my ears.

For a guy like Su Wenle who is not yet familiar with English, it is similar to background music.

He mechanically put on the earphones to isolate the surrounding sounds.

He immediately returned to the environment he was most familiar with.

"I saw a lot of support just now." Putting on the earphones, Zhang Si said, "The one with the captain's name written on it! And mine hahaha."

Li Qin said: "There are still some who wrote cooky, and it seems that they also drew dva."

Lin Xiaoke said: "There is still Tingting no.1."

The teammates enthusiastically discussed the support along the way just now, and logged into the account casually.

However, Su Wenle was unusually silent.

"Lele?" Guan Hong even reached out to touch him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Su Wenle quickly replied, "I just, just...suddenly feel...it's nothing."

Last night, I swore to Guan Hong not to be nervous.

Su Wenle felt ashamed for going crazy before the battle today.

Damn, you must not lose, Su Wenle thought to himself.

He looked up and could see the sea of ​​people outside the competition seats.

The circular arena is the same as the stadium, with the shadows of spectators in all directions.

He didn't want to swear that he would not be nervous or cry, and finally burst into tears because he lost.

That was so embarrassing.

Guan Hong didn't force him to express his feelings.

I just feel that the vaccinations last night were not done well.

This little liar was not nervous when he said it, but now he is so nervous that he is typing on the keyboard with his left hand.

The audience remained silent, waiting for the contestants to get ready.

When the members of the Japanese representative team appeared, the voices at the scene suddenly became uniform.

It is a bit different from the casual shouting of Chinese people, but Japan seems to be organized and disciplined.

"What? What are you shouting for?" Zhang Si was most concerned about things outside the arena, and he almost wanted to stand up and watch.

However, from the perspective of the players' seats, only one lap of the inner ring along the way can be seen.

There is no Japanese national flag, but countless people are sitting upright, and it is so dark that it is particularly imposing.

"It seems to be 'Come on, Japan'..." Lin Xiaoke was not very interested, "Maybe they hired a cheerleading team and specially practiced slogans."

Kang Ting said: "Japanese Saburo come on, it sounds like men are shouting."

"Oh——" Zhang Sila praised in a long voice, "Saburo is so popular? Is it the one who walked in front? Japan Guanhong?"

"What Japanese Guan Hong?" Lin Xiaoke disagreed, "Our captain is taller, handsomer, and stronger than him."

"Okay, if you go on talking, the captain will stand up and dance." Li Qin was about to be laughed at by the children in the team until his stomach ached, "The opponents are all seated, don't look, don't look, the camera is watching. "

The brief practice before the game turned into a pre-match relaxation for the World Cup teams to chat with each other and rest.

Because of the circular seat, Su Wenle could see the... computer monitor of the Japanese team as soon as he looked up.

The player's name and nationality card are pasted on it, blocking the heads so densely that they cannot be seen at all.

He's actually curious.

What kind of Saburo can cause many male fans to cheer in unison.

The other party did not show up in several rehearsals, and just took the stage and only glanced at it.

In Su Wenle's mind, there was an unrecognizable fixed makeup photo.

Suddenly, a long series of staff prompts sounded in the earphones, and a simple Chinese translation was also brought by the way.

This is for the captain to make the final confirmation.

Guan Hong's voice was clear and rang through the earphones.

"Listen up, everyone. You must go all out in this game, do your best, and don't ask for results... But, you must not leave any regrets."

"—are you ready?"

"Ready!"

The red or white support signs under the stage kept shaking, like lit sparks.

As the camera on the big screen cuts into the BO3 map pool of this game, the [-]-to-[-] knockout round is about to begin.

"Are you ready?"

"yes."