To play is to win!

The morale was high throughout the return journey, and the guys who usually slept in the car were overwhelmed by great excitement.

"Tomorrow is the final!"

"I'm going to fight South Korea, but I can't beat it hahaha."

"Are you crazy to be so happy if you can't beat it?"

"Who isn't crazy? We're in the finals!"

The carriage is full of chatter, even if the voice is broken on the field, it is necessary to speak in a duck voice at this time.

No way, I got the tickets for the final with my own hands, and it won't work for anyone to shut up and keep healthy.

There is going to be trouble.

"Okay, okay, look at your voice, it's broken." Meng Beichuan smiled and said, "Just try your best tomorrow. Seize every opportunity, accumulate experience in battle, and think more."

It's rare that the coach didn't mention the topic of winning.

Everyone is relaxed, and there is no awareness of wanting to win.

The group stage is the complete body of the Chinese representative team, which was narrowly defeated against South Korea.

Now, it is really impossible to defeat the Overwatch Demon King with this combination.

"The gap is too big, how much did we play at that time?"

"2:1, narrow defeat."

"At that time, they just formed a team, and now they are at least ten times more terrifying."

"I don't know why, but Korean players are like taking hormones. Damn, I'm obviously training hard."

Guan Hong listened to their chat and finally spoke.

"Take a rest, your throat hurts. If you want to say something, you can chat on WeChat. Go back today and have a good rest, and you will have the energy to play the final tomorrow."

When language is transformed into words, sleepiness comes up.

Su Wenle watched the chat group constantly swiping the screen to discuss the Korean Great Demon King, and gradually slowed down, turned his head, and fell asleep.

Su Wenle couldn't sleep.

Before he set off, he watched the South Korean team video repeatedly.

Impressive is not only the assault of guns and headshots, but also tanks.

Like mass-producing aggressive tanks, South Korea can always change the stereotype of "tanks can't carry" in the hearts of the public.

"Not sleeping?" Guan Hong asked in a low voice.

Su Wenle turned his head so that he could see Guan Hong's pupils clearly.

Under the sunlight coming in from the car window, it was actually a little golden.

"Do you think you can win tomorrow?"

"No."

Guan Hong decisively broke the heart, "But I don't want to lose too badly."

Sometimes, the difference in strength is obvious, and you can't win with just a little chicken soup.

So, no matter how relaxed and happy his teammates said that they couldn't win, Guan Hong didn't refute.

Just relax and play well.

He drew the curtains on the car.

The sunlight in the vehicle dimmed a bit, and he said to Su Wenle: "Tomorrow I will take the sniper all the way, I hope it will be a little bit useful. After all, when we fight against the Korean team, the enemy is not only the players on the stage. Win or lose, I said it doesn't count."

The horror of the South Korean team is not just the players.

And their professional coaching team.

They were able to find a way to crack tactics in a short period of time, and even rely on data analysis to find loopholes that the team didn't even discover.

Teacher Yang and Bejake's analysis has not stopped, but no one knows which one is more professional.

This is the ultimate team versus team confrontation.

Not just a small team of six players on stage, but even a battle that would spread to the entire e-sports system behind it.

The terribleness of the Koreans has been a legend for a long time.

Guan Hong kept his hand hidden all along, waiting for this day.

It's a pity, whether the trump card or the underwater moon is at the bottom of the box can only be known when the war begins.

Back at the base, everyone is in good spirits.

The guys who usually lie lazily and play with their mobile phones actually gather together to watch videos.

The South Korean representative team in the semi-finals still has a terrible dominance.

They played against the U.S. team and the final score was 3:1.

The only game he lost... was very subtle.

"The tactic of treating Sombra alone is so weak?" Zhang Si was stunned, "I remember Sombra playing very strong."

"The strong one is ive, but it was taken by defert." Standing behind, Meng Beichuan felt a headache, "It's not easy to fight."

Defert's Sombra is indeed relatively weak, but it is a pity that it cannot become a breakthrough point in the final.

Instead of expecting the opponent to come up with a weak lineup, it is better to think about how to deal with their strongest lineup.

Bejake said: "Their two C positions are very stable. The whole team is extremely aggressive. They can fight at any time without waiting for a round. They dare to use big moves or not. The effect of the continuous superposition of energy...is a bit powerful."

In the video, it is impossible to see that the Korean representative team is composed of three team members.

Whether it's the linkage in the front row or the mutual protection in the back row, it's just like the assault position where they continue to harvest heads.

Flowing clouds and water, in one go.

The coaching staff watched the video over and over again, letting the players feel the breath of the devil in advance, and they gathered together to study the statistics of the Korean team.

Tanks, assaults, healers, list deaths and kills with a list, even healers are at the top.

The whole six-person group is like a perfect killing machine, and anything you can't imagine will happen.

The angel draws out his gun to double kill the enemy, and Zenyatta single-handedly hits three kills to open up.

Winston's ultimate escape can turn around and take away the enemy.

dva can freely switch between Zarya and Roadhog to match the team's evolution.

Not to mention the assault bit.

The head is crazy, the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha.

What's more, the United States is not weak.

"Six professional players, against six professional players, 3 to 1 directly, the gap is a bit big." Meng Beichuan folded his arms and shook his head, "The Koreans are all the same as those who have taken hormones."

"Europe and the United States are short of high-intensity competitions, and now the Asian region is far suppressing other competition regions because of South Korea." Teacher Yang was a little worried, "Tomorrow will be a tough battle."

"Which day is not a tough one? Oh, the one in Japan." Bejake didn't care about winning or losing the World Cup, "Stable runner-up, the results are enough."

The words were realistic, but Meng Beichuan was not happy.

He completely forgot what he said "I will do my best tomorrow", and scolded, "Can I have some goals."

"If you hadn't been so merciful, I might have aimed a little higher," bejak said.

"You want to fight, don't you?"

"I'm not arguing. You can see for yourself. If Zhou Anming is dragged here in the position of an angel, we will still be able to fight. Beichuan, you are too kind to the players. This habit has not changed until now."

"Why should I change? Why should I change?!"

Meng Beichuan's voice was so loud that all the contestants who watched the video came over in fright.

"It's all right." Teacher Yang said with a smile, "Normal discussion."

He was used to the sudden flaring of gunfire between Meng Beichuan and Bejake.

Although now it seems that Meng Beichuan unilaterally made a fuss.

"Brother Meng, calm down, after the discussion, we have to review the game for the players."

Meng Beichuan held his breath in his heart.

So much so that whatever bejake said, he felt yin and yang.

However, the enemy is now, and it is still important to resume.

The pre-match mobilization against the South Korean team was completely about relaxing.

In fact, the coaches didn't say anything, and the players were very relaxed.

Facing an opponent who can't beat at all, it may be more handsome to be a little more relaxed.

Guan Hong felt that Su Wenle was very silent, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

But looking at the past, there is no abnormal expression.

After returning to the room to rest, he asked, "Nervous?"

"No." Su Wenle shook his head with a smile, "I might be nervous if it's an attack on the United States tomorrow. South Korea...can't be nervous."

Fighting the weak has the same effect as fighting the strong.

A game that can predict the ending will not make him feel restless.

Especially after the coach completely analyzed the Korean routines, he couldn't get nervous.

Hit it and it's over.

If you can't beat it, it's also good to get the runner-up.

Of course, this is his idea.

From Su Wenle's point of view, Guan Hong will definitely not be reconciled.

However, Guan Hong smiled softly throughout the night, without any trace of distress.

"Are you nervous?" he asked back.

Guan Hong stared at him.

Su Wenle's eyes are very big, when he focuses on people, he looks like Chai Chai.

I can't wait to grab it and rub it twice.

But he held back and replied: "Actually, the opponent I always want to beat is South Korea."

Maybe it's the longing for strong confrontation all the time.

Guan Hong has played against countless Korean teams, and each time he has gained something new.

Why are Koreans so strong? Can we be like them or even stronger than them?

ms has entered the semi-finals in the Korean Cup.

However, stop at the semi-finals.

There are too many terrible teams in South Korea. Every time ms takes a step forward, he faces a sea of ​​swords and flames.

Sitting in the auditorium, he watched thousands of spectators cheering for the wonderful battle in the final. Apart from being excited, he was also envious.

Just like how envious the winner was when he suffered a crushing defeat.

Want to be them and beat them.

"My strength is not enough." Guan Hong had a vague premonition about tomorrow, even if he didn't reveal half of it on the surface, he was still nervous inside.

"If I can be stronger, maybe the Koreans will be nervous tomorrow."

Su Wenle couldn't find a stronger player than Guan Hong.

His accusations and demands on his own strength are like a merciless whip to his teammates.

Su Wenle felt that, in the final analysis, he was still not strong enough, forcing Guan Hong to take on more responsibilities.

In his mind is the Korean dva who can replace Zarya and Roadhog at any time.

The hero pool of South Korean players will never be as stretched as he is.

No matter which hero, they can use it like breathing.

Su Wenle's Road Hog can only be said to be acceptable.

Can play brilliantly, but can't maintain it consistently.

The players who can really improve the team must be Guan Hong.

Calm, stable and full of desire to win.

Always ready to make up for the team's mistakes and carry the audience.

Su Wenle didn't know what happened to him.

He would always think of those golden pupils in the sun when he returned to the city in the afternoon.

Guan Hong's eyes seemed to glow.

"Why are you in a daze?" Guan Hong saw the kid in front of him staring at him with sparkling eyes, with pure and complicated emotions written all over his face.

It looks like I am hungry and want to eat, but also like I want to feel happy in life and die without regret.

He suddenly couldn't guess what Su Wenle wanted to say.

There was no writing on his face.

Su Wenle was full of admiration, and stared at Guan Hong reluctantly to move away.

Handsome and powerful.

He has a great personality and will take him to eat delicious food.

Perfect to impeccable.

If you look at it twice, it seems that you have made a lot of money.

He sincerely asked: "When will I be as good as you?"

Guan Hong laughed out loud.

The joy that Su Wenle brought to him never stopped.

He didn't care whether Su Wenle wanted it or not, he grabbed it and stroked it vigorously, as mercilessly as Luchai.

The little regret in his heart was completely healed.

Even if he was doomed to lose tomorrow, his trip was worthwhile.

Guan Hong said: "Now you are the best dva in my heart."