Meng Beichuan's hand speed was astonishing, and a series of messages were sent out.

If it wasn't for the need to keep quiet in the car, he would have rushed over to argue.

What is the most important thing about a team?

Unite!

Especially in foreign competitions, young seedlings like Kang Ting need the captain's careful care.

The results of the game are all out, and the mistakes on the field can be tolerated. As for whether he has been honed before and what his mentality will be like in the future, it has nothing to do with you.

Of course, if you switch to ms, you can scold him freely, but Kang Ting is not.

And the signing of owl is not based on our unilateral wishes. Now it seems that 99% of Kang Ting wants to play with the battle, so our bench is not so crowded.

blablabla...

Meng Beichuan typed a lot of words and sent them over.

There was no sound from Guan Hong.

Meng Beichuan looked at the phone over and over again, and finally couldn't help standing up and looking for himself.

He found himself asleep with Su Shiba Inu.

I don't know if Guan Hong is really sleeping or fake sleeping.

Meng Beichuan didn't receive any reply until he got off the car.

He stared at Guan Hong and dragged Su Wenle up, and the two of them got out of the car leisurely and walked leisurely to the temporary base.

Didn't look back at all.

Meng Beichuan knew that Guan Hong would resist silently and ignored him to the end.

He turned around and stopped Zhang Si, and said in a low voice, "Ask Kang Ting if there is anything you want to eat? Want to play?"

"...It's okay to eat, what the hell is it to play?"

Zhang Si was at a loss.

Even Tetris on the mobile phone was forcibly uninstalled in the name of "delaying the game". What's more, they have a game tomorrow.

"Building a wonderful new team, you know what I mean?"

Zhang Si shook his head, not understanding.

"Brother Meng, you don't have to do this." Teacher Yang laughed, "I'll ask."

Meng Beichuan was kind-hearted.

But sometimes I care too much about what the players think.

The teams they had been in had very young players.

Ten 56 to twenty, their coaches look a lot older.

Meng Beichuan watched Teacher Yang catch up with Kang Ting from afar.

The depressed guy shook his head and hands, making it clear that he declined all comfort.

Teacher Yang said a lot.

It's normal to be in a bad state.

You worked hard at the last moment of the game.

Most importantly, the Chinese team won.

Kang Ting finally spoke.

He said, "I'm sorry, I'll fight hard tomorrow."

"It's okay." Teacher Yang said, "I'm not here to accuse you of not doing well."

"Ok, I know."

Kang Ting was aware of his state.

If it weren't for Guan Hong's blow to the opponent and Su Wenle's protection at the critical moment, the game might have been lost.

He wasted too much time on mental construction, and in the end he was no match for a system voice.

He takes winning and losing very seriously.

It is not a team victory or defeat, but an individual victory or defeat.

Before, he didn't want to lose to Guan Hong.

He wants to prove that he is not a player who can only be used as a substitute.

He's just a little out of temper.

Aren't geniuses all proud of their talents?

He is talented and capable, and in front of absolute strength, his temper is the least worth mentioning.

However, under Guan Hong's command, temper, which was the least worth mentioning, became the most important thing.

He also missed Guan Hong's approval once again.

Kang Ting tried his best to face Teacher Yang with a smile.

In the coaching staff, Meng Beichuan is rough, Bejake is indifferent, only Teacher Yang is always gentle.

"I'll definitely adjust tomorrow," he said.

Today is a very happy day for Xie Qi.

The Chinese team won, Tingting won, and he met a battle fan in the auditorium, and he also liked Tingting's kind very much.

After watching the game, the two hurried to go shopping hand in hand.

With a backdoor guy like Xie Qi around, of course he should send something to celebrate.

"how about this?"

"Ok, Ok."

Xie Qi looked at everything and thought it was good, very good, okay.

But he didn't expect that the little friend who had just met for a few hours had already done so much work in advance.

The little friend said: "I thought they could only secure the top eight, and they should go home today, but I didn't expect to win!"

Fans of the Overwatch Chinese team always have the self-consciousness that "the top eight will be the championship".

The newly baked custom-made cake was originally a gift for the team's top eight, but I didn't expect to win, so I quietly changed the words on the face and gave it to Kang Ting first.

Xie Qi solemnly took over the finished product, almost crying.

He and his friends had never faced each other before today, but they became revolutionary friends just because they shouted "China will surely win" together.

This great trust is indescribable.

He said excitedly: "Guaranteed to complete the task!"

This cake will definitely be handed over to Kang Ting intact.

The temporary base of the World Cup squad is a little far from the cake shop.

Xie Qi sat in the car for a long time, and finally went to the place with the gift box in his arms.

Xie Qi: Brother Le, come and open the door quietly, the underground party is open!

He was full of joy thinking that Su Wenle would come over quietly, open the door quietly, and then he and Su Wenle would quietly deliver the cake to Kang Ting, giving him a surprise quietly.

As a result, as soon as Su Wenle opened the door, he could hear the overwhelming noise behind him.

The man was still licking the lollipop leisurely.

"No! This is the last bottle of Coke, I won't give it!" Zhang Si howled very loudly.

"Look at your stingy look!" Lin Xiaoke almost wanted to kick him, "Teacher Yang went out to buy it, why don't you give me half of it?"

Xie Qi walked in with a big box full of arms.

Attract the attention of three people.

"What is this?" Zhang Si asked.

"Secret." Xie Qi said in a low voice, and dismissed with one sentence, "Where's Tingting?"

"In the room." Su Wenle was still reluctant, "Is it food?"

"Kang Ting's birthday?" Lin Xiaoke's brain circuit jumped.

"No, no." Xie Qi carefully transferred the cake to the table, "Don't take it apart first, I'll call Kang Ting."

"Brother Qi, pay attention." Su Wenle licked the lollipop and said, "Kang Ting was not in a good mood after dinner today. He may have fallen asleep."

At that time, Su Wenle wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't find a good way to say it.

He said dryly, "I'm going to call Canada tomorrow" and "Would you like something to eat", but there was nothing to communicate.

Kang Ting started from the ms base, and his favorite should be the stupid one.

Rubbing the dog's hair is all over, and the next training will be a hero again.

However, there is no Shiba Inu now, so it is not easy.

"Oh, it's okay, maybe I'm too tired."

Sheche knew nothing about it.

He didn't listen to the team's voice, and didn't know what happened at that time.

I only know that the Chinese team won. Although Kang Ting's Widowmaker marksmanship has changed, his Tracer played a vital role.

Xie Qi was immersed in the excitement of his own Tingting's awesomeness.

After waving goodbye to a bunch of contestants, he ran to find Kang Ting.

Kang Ting does not lock the door.

Xie Qi easily opened the door, tiptoed in, and found that the bed was empty, and Kang Ting was lying on the balcony railing.

His room has a big balcony.

Outside the railing is the territory of other people's homes, and occasionally one or two Samos or Su Mu can be seen wandering in the yard.

But now it's dark and there's nothing to see.

"Tingting?"

It's okay because the temperament is too melancholy, Xie Qi's voice lowered an octave.

"Ah."

Kang Ting was still lying there without turning his head, humming to indicate that he was not hanging on the balcony and fell asleep.

It seems that the night scene of Los Angeles is very attractive.

Xie Qi tiptoed over, confused and curious.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Xie Qi seemed to see Kang Ting touching his eyes.

Turning his head and talking in a tone of complaint.

"what's up?"

Xie Qi was surprised.

Is Kang Ting crying or something?Wept with joy because we won?

This unscientific.

"No, it's okay, I'll come and see you." Xie Qi spoke nervously, he had never seen this scene before, "I heard that you are not feeling well, are you feeling better?"

He believed that what Su Wenle said was not just guesswork.

Kang Ting walked into the room with his eyes still red, and he didn't shy away from it, but he stopped looking up at Xie Qi.

"Okay. I want to sleep."

Concise and concise, the purpose of chasing customers is clear.

Unfortunately, Xie Qi is not a knowledgeable person.

He stared at Kang Ting closely, and kept staring until Kang Ting frowned and looked away.

"Who made our Tingting unhappy?"

Xie Qi said this in a relaxed tone.

This is also what Kang Ting's fans love to say on Weibo.

Tingting is the most arrogant c position in battle, she is young and respected.

When he was broadcasting live, his teammates would join in the fun from time to time.

Deliberately teasing him to lose his temper.

Kang Ting has a big temper.

This is something every battle fan knows.

Xie Qi had never seen such... such a fragile expression on his face.

Xie Qi refused to pretend not to know.

The little friends chatted happily about battle Tingting and the World Cup. Tingting's expression is vivid, and the important task entrusted is still on the dining table downstairs.

This guy who secretly cried after a game he won was not a doormat character who would silently be wronged.

Xie Qi boldly guessed, "Did something happen during the match?"

For example, Widowmaker suddenly changed to Tracer.

As a player who is proficient in Widowmaker, it's a bit wrong to put the gun in front of the battle.

He was so overwhelmed by the great joy of victory that he forgot about it.

Finally, under Xie Qi's persistent gaze, Kang Ting said: "I may never be able to stand at the same height as Guan Hong and shoot such a beautiful gun as him."

Let alone defeat him.

It was the first time Xie Qi heard him say that.

There are many people who like Kangting.

Some because of his strength, some because of his handsome looks, and some because of his love for battle.

Kang Ting has a very flamboyant personality.

Occasionally when the live broadcast is high, he will brag about himself, the world's number one free man.

However, petty tempers continue.

It can be seen from his words and actions that Kang Ting is full of arrogance that refuses to admit defeat.

Even though Guan Hong, who is always petty on Weibo, can still see his confidence in his own strength.

Kang Ting's words are full of frustration and frustration.

This shouldn't be the boy genius he knew.

Xie Qi said: "You are a professional player, you just need to be as good as yourself. Why do you have to compete with Guan Hong?"

If they don't become opponents, ms and battle are two irrelevant teams at all.

No matter how powerful Guan Hong is, he is still Guan Hong. He and many fans, as always, like Kang Ting who has a little temper and flaws.

"Because..." Kang Ting's voice was low, his eyes fixed on the floor, "I want Guan Hong's approval."

However, today's performance told him everything.

A half-assed person like him will never be recognized by Guan Hong.

The players that Guan Hong admires are always teammates who can stabilize their mentality in adversity and provide him with resources and assistance with all their strength.

Like Lin Xiaoke, Zhang Si, Li Qin.

Like Zheng Xi.

Even... like Su Wenle.

From the very beginning, Guan Hong's vision was extremely accurate.

When Kang Ting really needs to stand up, he can't even hold a gun well, and he is not qualified to start at all.

He is caught in an extreme endless loop.

The more you want to perform well, the more you will be suppressed by your opponent and lose your confidence.

"But..." Xie Qi said, "Isn't it enough for us to recognize you?"

Battle fans have always been fanatical.

Even if Kang Ting had just joined the team, his tactics hadn't taken shape, and he only relied on killing people to open up the situation forcibly, without any cooperation, and he never received abuse from fans.

In his eyes, fans of battleforever are a group of Buddhist audiences.

Tolerant, enthusiastic, and extremely tolerant.

Even if he lost his temper during the live broadcast, everyone would gently persuade him, "Take it easy, take a break, and don't be too irritable when playing games."

He likes this environment, and is even immersed in such a harmonious and friendly love.

Unrepentant.

Kang Ting wants to face Xie Qi with the best face, but he can't even show a smile.

He could only raise his palms to cover his face, full of frustration, and said, "It's not enough..."

Only with the approval of fans, he will never win.

I can't even win myself.

Because, he is a professional player.

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