To play is to win!

Hanamura's victory was a shot in the arm.

The melon-eaters who originally thought "It's gone, the Koreans turned on the monitor" suddenly made the sound of "Win".

The barrage represents the audience's startled watching process.

It's a pity that all kinds of lying down are 666, ah, ah, win, come on, mixed together, gathering the voices of audiences from all over the world.

If you win a head, you will burst into shouts, and if you lose a small point, you will be so nervous that your heart beats faster.

The score of 2:1 gave them too much hope.

It seems that it is only a little bit close to winning the championship title.

——If it is BO3, we will win

——I am ready to shout the Chinese champion

——Everyone who walks by praises my cute cookie

——Guan Hong cooky perfect match

——In front of the enemy, my wife also thinks it is a perfect match!

The live broadcast room was lively and lively, and the commentary was also very happy.

Alili's voice was jumping, and he never soft-spoken when he praised the Chinese team.

"cooky played brilliantly in every round. Although he is a tank position, he is also the big brother of our Chinese team."

Lao Jiang was in a great mood, and boasted with a smile: "Brother Guan Hong, Second Brother Kang Ting, Third Brother Cooky, Fourth Brother Lin Xiaoke, Fifth Brother Li Qin, although Guner can't be called a big brother, he is definitely not a younger brother."

"It's not the younger brother, it's the grandpa. The case has been solved. It turns out that we are the Calabash Baby Saving Grandpa team."

In the laughter of the gourd baby saving grandpa, grandpa Zhang didn't notice it, and was still seriously worried about his life.

He said: "Why is Moira so crispy? Do Koreans take hormones? They go crazy when they see me."

Lin Xiaoke was used to being the only healer in the audience, so he stretched his waist and said, "That's fine, I will sacrifice one of you, and the whole of China will be happy. I will arrange for you in the next round, and you will be the bait, rushing to the open area." Place to seduce the Koreans, and then the captain is finished."

"Wow!" Zhang Si was quite dissatisfied, "This is too insidious, why can't Brother Le protect me and let me shine?"

Before Su Wenle agreed, Li Qin whispered a word.

"Su Wenle protects you, the captain will not be able to shine with all his strength."

Guan Hong and Zhang Sibi, of course Guan Hong is more important.

Zhang Siying went to Lin Xiaoke's place, "Mr. Ke, because of the fate we have cultivated together for a hundred years, save me, and I will give you a big deal."

After winning the game, Lin Xiaoke was in a really good mood.

It is rare for him not to refuse with disgust, but to display a fearless spirit of mutual help and mutual aid.

"Okay." He said, "When the time comes, you seduce the other party first, and I'll save you when it's over."

After the tactics were arranged, it was a new battle.

Amidst the joy and encouragement of the audience, the competition between China and South Korea became more intense.

A game of Gibraltar is completely a battlefield for the two sides to compete.

"Abyss is killed, we have a good chance... oops! Koala double play, the Chinese team is stable!"

"Now South Korea has four big moves. If they activate the holy sword, then we... will open it! Can you take away this Genji who drew the sword!"

"The offensive team is too close to the finish line. South Korea still has 2 minutes. I hope it can hold on."

"I believe in Guan Hong! I believe in the Chinese team, come on, big brother is finished!"

While the commentator was shouting passionately, the battle was in a tense situation, and it was hard to tell who had the advantage.

However, treatment of suffering is inevitable.

Evening light in Gibraltar is full of sadness.

The number of times he died in battle is innumerable.

After the Koreans found that they couldn't solve Cooky and Guan Hong, they directly turned to the weakest point.

"My head was blown away." Zhang Si moved his arms following his body, "Mr. Ke saved my life and won the construction of a seven-level pagoda!"

"Don't come here, don't come here!" Lin Xiaoke finally experienced Kang Ting's panic, "As soon as you come, we're all done."

The heart of Koreans to kill and cure is not dead.

Lin Xiaoke, who was calm and magnanimous before, immediately betrayed her.

What to protect, what to protect, it is better to ask yourself than to ask others, Zhang Si, stay away from me!

The poor healer played hide-and-seek in the game, and when he probed, either you die or I live.

Lin Xiaoke waved her hand and gave Su Wenle a desperate milk of love, and the martyr rushed out to face the enemy.

"I can't die alone!"

When Zenyatta went berserk, even Tracer was afraid, Lin Xiaoke jumped on the delivery target, threw a jio at the Korean in the face, swiped three prayer beads, and took two heads.

And the price is his life.

The Chinese team finally defended at the end, only a slight 0.1m away from facing defeat.

The endgame was so tragic that he had to rely on treatment to pay for his life, and the last hope fell on Su Wenle again.

Su Wenle focused on supporting the team and killing the enemy.

The most important thing in my heart is the delivery target.

Whether it's Tracer who came over quietly, or the shadow behind him.

When Su Wenle turned around with an elbow, he was beaten to death and taken away.

Unfortunately, outnumbered, no matter how heroic dva is, he only has two lives.

When Song Hana, who burst out of the mech, screamed in death, it was also the time when the Korean team won.

"It's okay, come again." A true warrior never cared about losing a single battle. Li Qin flicked his wrist and got ready for the next one.

Kang Ting didn't say much, stretched his arms with a frown, and his temper of not being talkative after losing has never changed.

Zhang Si hugged his head and lamented, "It's a pity that it's only a little bit short."

Lin Xiaoke was deeply touched, "That's right, I'm only 1% short of my ult, if I can make it, I'll win."

A little bit of magic can be seen everywhere in the field.

While one second of overtime is constantly creating miracles, it is also creating regrets.

Su Wenle's mind was full of avoidance of harm, and he kept replaying the last moment of life and death over and over again.

However, facing the enemies returning one after another alone, even if he was given a thousand blood, he would not be able to survive.

He lay down on the table in frustration, his chin touching the hard surface.

I don't want any image, he is 19 years old and he is so tired.

"Get up." Guan Hong ruthlessly took his arms and pulled him up from the table, "It's a global live broadcast, believe it or not, you will turn into an emoji every minute, and it will be too late to regret it."

Su Wenle lazily lay on his back, like a koala.

He was really drained of all his strength, and these tortured little goblins in South Korea, he couldn't control the situation of the battle when they got violent.

Su Wenle let Guan Hong drag him away, and asked, "Guan Hong, you are so experienced, have you ever been an emoji?"

Faster than Guan Hong's answer was the laughter of his teammates.

"What did you do? I have a hundred emoticons for the captain."

"Every post on my phone is a stack of Guanhong.jpg"

Lin Xiaoke and Zhang Si were the most arrogant, smiling as they passed by the two moving duo, and wanted to ruthlessly attack the majesty of the captain.

"That's enough." Guan Hong dragged the big koalas on his back, and had no conditions to clean them up. "Delete the emoji pack for me when I go back."

His teammates were laughing and joking, but no one paid any attention to him.

Even if it is deleted, so what, Weibo goes online with a roar, and new pictures and old pictures keep coming.

The Chinese team accepted Gibraltar's defeat in a cheerful atmosphere.

In their hearts, the next picture must be able to win back.

Meng Beichuan's tactical arrangement, Bejake's and Teacher Yang's data analysis, almost completely understood the Korean Six.

Koala has the title of a free agent, but Widowmaker can't do it for Guan Hong.

An abyss killer tank, as long as it is effectively restricted, it will not be able to exert much ability.

ive died in Lin Xiaoke's hands many times, even if the game is overturned, the death rate will not decrease.

After playing the fourth map, the Chinese coaching staff can finally feel their conscience and say: "We have a [-]-[-] match with South Korea."

Even though they were defeated in the last game, they welcomed the fifth game in a joyful atmosphere.

It's a pity that the happiness didn't last long, and ended in the weird lineup of Junker Town.

The Koreans took out Orisa and Bastion.

"what?"

Meng Beichuan couldn't believe it, this was indeed a regular routine in Junker Town, but the Koreans suddenly brought it up because they trusted Koala's Widowmaker.

"It's a bit of a surprise." Bejake was in a stable mood, and felt that the Korean team was a bit interesting, "I thought South Korea was a very rigid team."

The South Korean team is known for its precise score control, and they will always come up with the most secure lineup system.

What free dogs, heaven and earth dogs, long and short guns, and short guns.

The cookie-cutter configuration of the winner is often a mirror lineup against a mirror lineup.

The previous rounds were no exception.

It's so routine that you don't need to think about how to crack the tactics, and you're done with it.

Now, the situation is different.

"Fortress!" Lao Jiang was excited, and his position was completely firm on the Chinese team. "Jack Town's attack on the fortress is full of firepower, but it all depends on strength. If you perform well, you will be a super invincible armored vehicle. If you perform poorly, you will be awarded points. Rock the cart."

The commentator has great confidence in the players of the Chinese representative team.

Ms has at least said that he has played dozens of games in Junker Town, and there is absolutely no problem with the basic operation of armored vehicles.

It's a pity they forgot, which is full of tests for treatment.

Meng Beichuan was worried.

Normally, Junker Town's defense is Zhang Si's Junkrat, and the treatment position is under a lot of pressure. Zhou Anming can't guarantee 100% no mistakes.

Now, Zhang Si on the camera was bouncing around in the back row with Moira, and it was obvious from a glance that he was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Sure enough, in the first team battle, Meng Beichuan couldn't help covering his face.

Fortress with tanks and milk can only be solved by focusing fire. Now they don't have Junkrat and they can't take Pharah. The team rushes forward to send energy.

In the first game of Junker Town, Meng Beichuan covered his face with his palms.

It's miserable, it's too miserable, it seems like they can't destroy Zha Ke Town at all.

The lineup is deformed and the ability is insufficient.

Once the Korean team has a new gadget, it will not be easy for anyone to carry it.

"It's gone, it's gone." Meng Beichuan covered his forehead with his hand, "What's next in the picture, Eichenwalde? It's best to hold the target point completely, otherwise what should we do if we push the cart and take the fort? Kang Ting's snipers are not enough." , the koala feeling is coming up, what to do, what to do. Ah! Take Hanzo Zarya... Alas, there is Hanzo without Zarya, there is no way to have Zarya... Uh uh uh... I will try the one-milk Junkrat again ."

He talked to himself, asked and answered himself.

Teacher Yang was on the sidelines helping him take notes, while Bejake stared at the screen and said, "Let's play the usual way. Guan Hong actually figured it out in the end, but it's a pity that there is not enough time."

The game is a race against time.

It was too late when the Chinese team woke up.

Defeat is irreversible.

After losing to Gibraltar and Junkertown, the Chinese team entered the match point under great pressure.

2:3, South Korea won two games in a row.

In contrast, China lost two games in a row.

Having been a commentator for so many years, what Lao Jiang fears is not the defeat, but the low morale of the players.

When the shots of players appeared on the screen, he was very nervous.

He didn't want to see a player who had won two games beautifully before become frustrated because of the losing streak.

The South Korean team was excited for the camera. After all, they were chasing after the victory, and everyone was smiling.

In case the Chinese team is silent, he will feel bad.

Uneasy, the camera was finally assigned to the defeated Chinese team.

A round of cameras swept over and found that the players were all focusing on the same guy.

Alili was full of question marks, "What's wrong with cooky?"

"It's weird." Just after the game, Su Wenle picked up the keyboard and checked the equipment repeatedly, "It's weird."

He made two strange sounds, which aroused everyone's attention. Li Qin, who was on the far side, stretched his neck to look.

"What's so strange?"

Su Wenle turned the keyboard over and put it down again, and said, "It's obviously the same set of equipment, why did I change things?"

Guan Hong rubbed his head while laughing.

Raising his gaze, he found that the teammates around him laughed helplessly because of Su Wenle's sigh.

"It's okay, let's prepare for the next round."

The decline of the lineup is revealed, and the Koreans can counterattack against their weaknesses.

Zhang Si's personal problem will be expanded to the whole team's problem.

The changes are monotonous, and the heroes are rigid.

Once the main personnel are restricted, the advancement of the South Korean team will be unstoppable.

During the short rest period, Meng Beichuan kept proposing new tactical possibilities.

Most of them are conventional coping routines, plus a small number of remote lineups.

What three wives, four assaults, and four tanks philosophy melee.

Guan Hong listened carefully and had no objection.

He knows the state of the team, and the next game will not be easy.

Guan Hong still smiled confidently, without revealing any worries in his heart.

"No problem, we can win Oasis City," he said.

The sixth picture is Oasis City.

The audience is full of expectations while waiting.

It's 2:3!

The Koreans have won two consecutive victories!

but!

As long as the score is tied, there is still a chance.

How hard is it to get another point backhanded when your opponent is on a winning streak?

There is no need to explain in detail, the audience knows it clearly.

They have seen too many twos chasing threes and threes chasing fours. This winning streak is simply one of the templates.

——I can’t beat it

——I punched a monster

——It’s okay, if you can’t beat it, you’re also the runner-up.

Being able to score two points from the Super Demon King in my mind far exceeded everyone's lowest expectations.

The top eight will be enough, and the top four will be the New Year's Eve.

Now, at least a runner-up!

As if for the sake of the audience's over-emotion, during the break before Oasis City, the commentators kept pace.

"When we were killed by visas, how could we have thought that we would enter the finals." Lao Jiang was satisfied. "Fortunately, the players on the representative team have experience in competitions, so we can see such a wonderful game."

Alili nodded and said, "Yes, we almost had to abstain because we didn't have enough numbers. I didn't expect the world to turn around. The Chinese team and the South Korean team will meet in the final, hahaha bragging for a year."

Every line in the commentary seems to be a curtain call.

Even with the barrage, it returned to the relaxed and comfortable at the beginning.

The audience typed leisurely, watched the highlight highlights played back and forth on the screen, and waited for the appearance of Oasis City.

When it comes to the finals, the outcome can no longer be forced.

Oasis City is the most Buddhist picture that everyone has seen.

Ah, Guan Hong killed a murderer.

Wow, Cooky bumped into three people in a row, he really is an old driver.

Well, it was too early to be happy, the Koreans are finished.

Seriously judge the performance status of both sides, it seems that the Chinese team who stood on the side without thinking before was an illusion.

Lost peace of mind.

Study and study the enemy, and brag about the players.

Win and deal with it calmly...

what? !

Win a point!

The howls of ah ah ah resounded through the live broadcast room, and there were no Buddhist audiences at the competition site, and one or two yells could set off a big wave.

The Chinese team won Oasis City by one point!

It is the garden!It's Guan Hong's Pharah!

Face-riding assault, super god performance, cooky protects each other with his life, let him drive a complete "justice from heaven"!

The mighty "Justice from Heaven" was displayed on the screen of the live broadcast room.

Everyone is like a pharaoh possessed, and can make thirty big moves in one second.

Hukou scored a point, which gave the audience hope again.

It doesn't matter if you say it is indomitable, or you say it is too optimistic.

1:1 Oasis City, rounded up is the Chinese champion!

The university in Oasis City once again focused all eyes.

Whether it's at the scene, in the live broadcast room, or in the commentary booth, there is a battle between heaven and man in my heart.

win?lose?

They can't make decisions, can't help, and can only rely on the six people on the player's bench to help each other and work together.

The familiar overtime lights up when the percentage overflows the college's target points.

"The last second!" Lao Jiang jumped up and shouted, "Our China is invincible!"

The overtime lead burns violently, and everyone is looking forward to a miracle.

"As long as we can solve the threat of the Korean-style continuation point, we have a high probability of winning Oasis City."

Alili's words are all about trust. He believes that the Chinese players who have brought countless miracles and hopes can stand up again.

cooky, Guan Hong, Kang Ting, Li Qin, Lin Xiaoke, guner.

The names of the six people are engraved on the playing field, braving high-spirited flames, fighting in the world-renowned Oasis City.

Hold on, we can win!

Look at this lineup, we've got it!

The audience held their breath, shocked by the infinitely extended overtime.

Anyone who leaves the land with their feet will declare the end of the round.

"Can Kang Ting stop, ah! cooky!" Alili shouted, grabbing the hearts of the audience.

Cooky is dead, who else can guarantee the advantage of the Chinese team.

Guan Hong Guan Hong Guan Hong...

Everyone was silently chanting Guan Hong's name, no matter which corner, they all looked forward to the figure in their minds.

Then, they got an unexpected hero!

"Li Qin is coming back from the big game!" Lao Jiang's tone was full of surprise, "Winston who started the big game has a thousand blood! There are only two people in Korea! We can do it!"

Winston's deadly continuation.

With a thousand blood, Li Qin waved his crazy claws, driving away the bloody Koreans.

He doesn't need to make the kill.

Because after three seconds, there will be reinforcements.

The kill in the upper right corner clearly appeared, and no Koreans were left behind!

"Congratulations to China for winning the Oasis City!" Alili couldn't help shouting, "We can't force the outcome, but we must force it!"

Not 2:0 this time, but not 0:2 either.

The perfect ending of 2:1 in Oasis City symbolizes that the Chinese team still has the ability to compete for the championship.

China must win!

Come on Chinese team!

All kinds of voices are intertwined, cheering for the young people who never admit defeat on the stage.

Even at the last moment, they never give up.

What poisonous milk fairy, what keyboard coach, what people eat melons...

As long as you stay in the live broadcast room of the Overwatch World Cup Final, you can clearly see a arrogant and domineering speech.

——Cry for me!