To play is to win!

The final within the final was as relaxed and happy as usual.

Familiar teammates, familiar teasing, and familiar vine walls.

The familiar Eichenwalde.

Su Wenle drove the mech and stepped on the mud of the castle, and his ears were full of Guan Hong's instructions.

"Try to rush and don't waste time."

"Lin Xiaoke, pay attention to the blood volume in the front row. If you are caught by the opponent, you must shout, don't single out."

"The South Korean team may come up with out-of-the-way routines, and it doesn't matter if they are suppressed."

"Don't panic, I'm here."

Guan Hong's voice is always reassuring.

Su Wenle's tension in suspension finally dissipated.

Regarding Hongzai, they are invincible.

The meeting between the warring parties is not destined to be peaceful.

The moment Su Wenle opened his shield and appeared, [-] tons of artillery fire hit from the opposite side.

"What the hell is Zarya!"

It is rare for Lin Xiaoke to be rude, any change of a hero means his life is in danger.

He only took a small step back, and was beaten to death.

"Widowmaker." Su Wenle reminded decisively when he saw the sniper line passing by.

Opposite is a lineup with a sniper. Even if there is a short-legged Zarya on the ground, their air force team will not be able to perform well.

He looked towards the vine-wrapped city wall and locked onto Widowmaker's position.

"I'll catch him, and Kang Ting will cover me."

Su Wenle rushed out decisively without needing more arrangements and instructions.

The pink dva crashed into the high platform, causing a burst of exclamation.

"It's too risky!" Lao Jiang didn't even know what kind of tactic this was, "Dva came to catch Widowmaker alone, isn't he afraid of being a trap by the Koreans!"

Although koala was standing alone in the building, the commentary could see clearly.

Downstairs is Zenyatta, and the angel looks after Widowmaker at all times.

When Cooky came, what he was facing was not fighting alone, but Widowmaker with his mistress!

Sure enough, as soon as dva rushed up and pressed Widowmaker's face, the purple-black debuff hung on it.

Angel, Zenyatta, and the support of the two healing positions were decisively given to Koala.

Cooky is isolated and helpless, going deep into the enemy camp, his life is in danger!

"Run, run!" Alili was in a hurry, "dva is still too brittle, it's about to explode, run!"

He wished he could control the game with his voice, and threw this stubborn dva outward.

At least you bring a milk and then arrest people!

It was only a few tens of seconds into the game, and he didn't want Cooky to be the first to die on the field.

Teammates are still killing the enemy at the target point! What happened to cooky alone!Is there any team spirit——

"Guan Hong double-killed! Kang Ting killed the abyss!" Lao Jiang was overjoyed, "Oh, although Guner was killed in battle, it doesn't matter, we have a big advantage!"

The dva in the corner of the building is dragged three by one, and Guan Hong, the target point outside the building, is picked by ten by one.

Bing is precious and fast, and every kill of Eichenwalde is worthy of applause from the audience.

When the commentator and the audience fell into ecstasy, the Chinese team had already stood firm on the delivery target.

"Congratulations to the Chinese team for winning the target point! Although the guner was sacrificed, our Guan Hong is still alive. Cooky's usual hard-working tactics have worked again, huh? Cooky is dead." Alili saw the siege car full of hope Che, before he could analyze the battle situation, Cooky was killed.

However, the commentary is still very happy.

Lao Jiang even said with a smile: "Congratulations to Cooky for completing his mission and retiring after success."

It was Guan Hong who killed his opponent.

But it was the desperate cooky who created the conditions for Guan Hong to kill.

This contestant, it seems, from the moment he entered the public eye, he carried an unconventional wildness.

Riding on the face of the person, drawing a gun and shooting at each other.

It seems that a guy who doesn't understand competition is reckless in the game, but he plays extremely calmly at critical moments.

In the short World Cup match, everyone will feel at ease when they see him.

"Every unexpected move by cooky may bring great changes to the game." Seriously, the commentator analyzed seriously, "For example, King's Avenue overtime, such as the Argonne nuclear explosion at the Lijiang Tower. The use of dva has reached the level of cooky, said It is not an exaggeration to say that it is world-class.”

It is a shield in normal times, and a killer in critical times.

Cooky is simply a treasure in the dva world.

Moreover, he can also be a Roadhog!

Lao Jiang rarely made mistakes in evaluating the potential of players. He said: "Cooky will definitely grow faster after this World Cup. Having seen so many world-class players, he can still show the strength and ideas of unfamiliar opponents. I wouldn't be surprised if he turns out to be an all-around free agent."

"Almighty free man?" Alili felt that there was something in his words, "Is it like Guan Hong?"

"Yes, yes, Guan Hong." Lao Jiang said meaningfully, "Don't you think they are very similar? They cooperate with each other tacitly and are integrated."

The barrage exploded with a meowing face.

——what is it like?Husband and wife?

——That is, after all, I slept

— slept? ?

——What kind of gossip and gossip is this!I like not to go and talk and I still listen

The direction of the barrage suddenly changed from purely optimistic about cooky to team research.

The speculation about how ms divided the rooms was turned up by the melon-eating crowd.

After all, on the microblog of ms players, they usually defeated Guan Hong's imperialism and went to eat a small hot pot with cooky today.

The status of the group favorite is unshakable, and you can often see gay messages from gay people saying: "I don't know what the captain did last night, cooky is lying in bed again."

It has long been no secret that Guan Hong and cooky share a room.

However, the onlookers were shocked when they didn't know the truth.

No wonder they have such a tacit understanding, they all fell asleep!

The audience happily discussed that Eichenwalde's delivery target had already passed the city wall.

However, the battle suddenly became fierce, Guan Hong and Lin Xiaoke were killed one after another, and the Chinese team's siege vehicle got stuck around the corner.

"Who will be resurrected? Resurrect... forget it!" Zhang Si instantly remembered that he was not strong enough to pick and choose, so he resolutely resurrected Lin Xiaoke, "Mr. Ke, fuck them!"

Originally thinking that Zhang Si would give priority to resurrecting Guan Hong, Lin Xiaoke never expected that she would wake up.

"You you!" Lin Xiaoke was so angry that she couldn't speak, and rushed forward to slap her opponent.

He is a weak and pitiful healer, why should he take on the heavy responsibility of killing the enemy!

"Su Wenle open the shield and protect it!"

"Zhang Si give me milk!"

"Is Li Qin here? Throw the mask!"

Lin Xiaoke, as the deputy conductor, fully fulfilled the glorious mission of bowing to the essence and dying.

A Zenyatta, with milk and t, firmly pushes the siege cart.

Even if the South Korean team launched a charge, the Chinese team did not back down.

Even if the captain is dead, they have to defend the siege engine.

This is their attack, which must not stop outside the castle.

The team voice is full of anxious communication from teammates.

Catch Tracer, kill Zarya, and dodge your ultimate.

The tone became more urgent, and even Su Wenle couldn't help shouting: "Is there a big move! Let it go!"

Then, Kang Ting turned on the infrared detection.

In front of everyone, through the layers of city walls, they saw the dead and resurrected enemies.

Getting closer, more and more.

Kang Ting shot McRae into a bruise, and said in the silent voice channel: "It seems that we only have this big move."

Widowmaker's Perspective!

open up!

Even if the enemy hides in a corner, you can see clearly!

but!

What is the use!

Can enemies be killed automatically?

"Guan Hong!" Su Wenle yelled out.

"It's okay, hold on, I'm coming."

Widowmaker's perspective big move is only effective when combined with sniping.

Kang Ting was still in the mood to smile and listen to Su Wenle looking for Guan Hong like he was looking for his mother, and quietly opened the mirror to aim at Tracer who flashed out of the corner.

"Ding!"

One shot, one shot.

Don't look down on perspective, it's a big move anyway.

The siege engine moved slowly in the battle between the two sides.

From the time lost, anyone can feel the tenacity of the opponent.

"There are 20 seconds left to enter the castle... a little daunting."

Bringing a siege engine and smashing the gate of the castle is just Eichenwalde's b point.

However, time is still counting down.

20 seconds, a team fight opportunity, it is not easy to walk in.

Alili has been paying attention to the energy situation of both sides. He said: "Abyss' ultimate energy is basically twice as fast as Li Qin, and the gap is still a bit too obvious...Of course, their Zarya is also a big problem."

The opponent has no dva, which is a good thing for Guan Hong, but with the presence of high-energy Zarya, the big move comes quickly, and the Chinese team will be very dangerous.

The last section of the road outside the castle is completely full of thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge.

For a long section of stone arch bridge, people must gather around the siege engine.

How many teams' games ended on this bridge, it is impossible to count.

The moment the Chinese team set foot on Takahashi, the eyes of thousands of spectators gathered.

20 seconds, one round.

If you win, you enter the city, if you lose, you... just...

"Just fight in overtime!" Alili was fearless, "We are the overtime kings, and we can definitely defeat the Koreans with our rich experience in overtime!"

Morale went from tense to high.

In the shout of "China Come on", the two sides went to war.

cooky Li Qin took the lead.

Lin Xiaoke and Kang Ting stayed behind remotely.

Guan Hong led the guner to become the main force to suppress the ground, and flew in the sky to launch air strikes.

"Zarya is the first to focus the fire." After Guan Hong finished speaking, the Chinese team immediately turned to attack without hesitation.

Can't let Zarya use her ult.

Otherwise, they will become chopping fish on the bridge.

The South Korean team has fully witnessed the horror of the Pharah.

Every time they focused their fire, they aimed at Guan Hong.

However, Guan Hong took the blue line to do whatever he wanted, coupled with Lin Xiaoke's healing support, he ignored the opponent's attack at all.

Of course, the time when the residual blood is not included.

At the last moment of his life, Guan Hong suddenly realized the seriousness of Zhang Si's problem.

He is about to die, and the angel's support line is still blue on the screen!

Although it is true that he requested the full blue line, but——

Can the bloody Pharah with the blue line beat out three full-blooded enemies in groups? !

"Milk me!"

By the time Guan Hong yelled these words, it was already too late.

The firm Zhang Si held the healing rod, and there was no time to change it.

He watched Guan Hong die in battle with an "Ah", before he had time to turn around and run away.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I have a resurrection!"

Angel's resurrection has greatly improved the team's fault tolerance rate.

A gentle hero is immortal, saving the hope of the whole village.

Under McCree's gunfire, Guan Hong took off quickly and directly suppressed the ground.

"Lele pay attention to protect me, I want to drive the big one."

Guan Hong didn't give Su Wenle too much time to prepare, and directly started the justice from heaven.

With the teammates gathering fire, the siege engine finally passed the high bridge and slammed into the castle gate.

After a moment of respite, Guan Hong finally had time to teach the angel.

"Zhang Si, the whole blue line means the blue line most of the time, not that I will return the blue line when I die."

"Oh!"

"The yellow line is used to save lives. If the Pharah in front of you is below 50 blood, you should consider giving it to the yellow line."

"Oh!"

"Are you listening?" Guan Hong laughed angrily at his "oh".

Zhang Si said embarrassedly: "Didn't I always ask if there is a trace of blood in the blue line or the yellow line? I still expect you to kill the opponent with a trace of blood in the blue line."

After all, this is Guan Hong.

Picking up a sniper, the guy who can kill the enemy with even a drop of blood, just a pharah, what kind of treatment do you want!

waste!

The team reached the most important consensus, and the battle entered the final stage c.

The dark and gloomy castle welcomes strangers again.

On the throne symbolizing the end, there is also the armor of the great warrior Baldridge.

"It's almost here." Li Qin's voice was very low, and he became cautious even with the operation.

The breathing of the whole team was low here for a moment.

Su Wenle even felt that Guan Hong spoke an octave lower.

It seems to be whispering to teammates, afraid of alarming the opponent.

"Pay attention to the formation, Kang Ting is remembered to join, we may not have the energy to distract you to protect you." Guan Hong squeezed his fingers, "The end point is in front. Protect the treatment, protect me."

A siege engine moved with difficulty, and even the dilapidated red carpet of the castle seemed to be covered with congealed blood.

No one dared to look away.

The audience in the audience raised their heads, breathing rapidly as if lacking oxygen.

They are the most nervous people, even clenching their fists involuntarily.

Go on, go on!

The end is just ahead!

A big move to destroy the group!

A big brother is finished!

A heavenly justice!

It's noon!

Anything is fine, go ahead!

Intense competition broke out at the much-anticipated little distance.

The Chinese team cannot give up here, and neither can South Korea.

Every player is fighting for their homeland, and behind them are teammates, coaches, commentators, fans, and audiences.

The flags on their chests are engraved with the never-ending flames of war.

"Just a little bit."

"Just a little bit."

All the prayers, struggles, and support culminated in the last little bit.

However, this little distance, like a natural chasm, stopped at the tenacious continuation of the Koreans.

The Korean-style continuation point witnessed by countless spectators reappeared on the field, which was a fatal blow to the supporters of the Chinese representative team.

The time countdown continues, shrinking from 1 minute to [-] second.

Before the overtime line had time to burn, the desperate "It's noon" shot all hope.

"No, it doesn't matter!" Lao Jiang rarely tied his tongue in tension, "We still have defense!"

"Yes, defense." Ali was full of regret, "We still have a chance."

Eichenwalde's attack did not enter the finish line.

As long as the South Korean team enters the shining golden area, it will mark the defeat of the Chinese team.

The last bit of regret has condensed the dreams of too many people.

Even if the Chinese team's defense is repelled by South Korea, rushed by South Korea, and killed by a gravity gushing from South Korea's Zarya in Takahashi outside the city, they will not stop supporting the Chinese team.

Go China!

China must win!

In front of the throne of Eichenwalde Castle, during the interval between the revival of the Chinese team, the sound of cheering could be heard resounding through the venue.

They are waiting.

Waiting for a desperate turnaround.

Wait for a miracle to happen.

Waiting for one of the most tenacious Chinese representatives.

However, South Korea's siege engines ruthlessly shattered everyone's illusions.

The indestructible South Korean team gathered all the Chinese players stuck on the payload with an inescapable gravitational surge, and the nuclear bomb thrown was ruthless.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

Lost.

Very hardworking, very exciting, and very promising.

But, lost.

Su Wenle's fingers pressed on the keyboard, completely stiff.

What echoed in his mind was the last-minute operation, even pressing the keyboard.

Perhaps doing such an operation a second earlier could save the entire team.

Maybe not.

At the end of the game, he froze in front of the screen, and what arose in his heart was not regret, relief, or sadness.

Is at a loss.

The sound-isolating headphones sounded faint cheers celebrating the victory in the distance, but the teammates were silent.

This is not the first time Su Wenle has faced defeat head-on.

In the game of the little yellow croaker at midnight, he could smile and watch his opponent lose his image due to excitement, and he was still in the mood to sigh with his teammates, ah, I want super spicy food for the little yellow croaker later.

It's different now.

He couldn't get out of the field where he was defeated, and after going back to the operation in his mind, he was thinking: What should I do?

What about Guan Hong's expectations?What about the loss in the final?

He couldn't tell which one confused him more.

A beautiful battle, but they are not the winner.

The distant, warm cheers do not belong to the defeated.

Is that Guan Hong...

Su Wenle suddenly felt breathless, he didn't dare to turn his head, he was afraid to see Guan Hong's lost and sad expression.

"Congratulations."

When he woke up, Guan Hong held him in his arms, and the cries of congratulations for the champion resounded in his ears.

And Guan Hong's voice carried a happy smile.

He said: "Congratulations. We got the best runner-up."

Guan Hong pulled Su Wenle, who was stiff all over, to stand up.

Taking off the earphones, Su Wenle could hear the thunderous applause from the audience, as well as the shouts of the English commentary.

Glancing to the opposite side, the smiles of the six South Korean contestants made him feel a little glaring.

But Guan Hong was very happy.

His smile was not fake. When the audience cheered for the winner, he said "Congratulations" to his teammates one by one.

"Come here."

Guan Hong touched Lin Xiaoke's head, this seemingly indifferent guy wiped his eye sockets.

"Don't cry, we are the runner-up, the second in the world, we should be happy."

Guan Hong smiled and patted his shoulders, repeating: "Come here, come here."

He puts his arms around his teammates and asks them to do the same.

The Chinese team formed a circle, huddled together shoulder to shoulder, and could hear Guan Hong's voice more clearly when they lowered their heads.

Guan Hong's smile was gentle, and his voice was full of joy that could not be concealed.

He said: "This is the best result we have achieved in the international arena since we entered the Overwatch professional competition. Before, we were the third runner-up. Now, we can proudly say-we are the runner-up!"

"Don't care about the regret of missing the championship once. When the champion comes to shake hands later, laugh at me."

Because Guan Hong's tone was too deliberate, Lin Xiaoke, who was immersed in sadness, even laughed out loud.

"Well, not bad." Guan Hong smiled very satisfied, "Give me another laugh."

He was still reserved and perfunctory just now, but now the entire contestant circle resounded with hahahahahahahaha.

The runners-up gathered together could see the smiles of their teammates whenever they raised their eyes.

"If I'm just kidding, don't laugh." Lin Xiaoke smiled happily with red eyes.

"Come on, the final is over, we should congratulate ourselves."

Everyone in the Chinese team formed a circle shoulder to shoulder and hung on the shoulders of their teammates. Guan Hong shouted: "Three, two, one!"

"Congratulations! World Cup runner-up!"

The cheers from the runner-up were no less than that of the champion team.

Facing the winner who came to shake hands, they can also say "congratulations" and "congratulations" with a smile.

The daze in Su Wenle's heart was broken up by Guan Hong's smile.

Perhaps, this is the result that Guan Hong is satisfied with.

As long as he is happy, Su Wenle feels no regrets.

After all...he smiled.

"Is there any sugar left? I'm so hungry."

"I'm so hungry, eat bread, what candy?"

After the lounge came out, a group of people walked towards the auditorium with their bags on their backs.

Snacks are still distributed along the way.

After the game, there is still a major event, and it is estimated that I will have to starve for several hours at the venue.

Su Wenle was eating potato chips. He was not very hungry, but his mouth was idle.

I haven't heard the talk in the game before, and now it's a bit empty.

"It should be announcing the seats in the league." Zhang Si played with his phone with a bread in his mouth, "Oh, my little cute fans, why are you so sensible, all of them congratulated me."

"Me too." Lin Xiaoke finally felt better, "In the future, I can finally be the runner-up in the competition."

A group of people leisurely walked into the back row of the auditorium.

The interview with the World Cup champion is not over yet.

From a distance, Su Wenle could see Abyss being interviewed.

I couldn't understand anything I asked.

I couldn't understand what the answer was.

Alas, Su Wenle sighed, it would be great if Guan Hong was interviewed.

"May I translate for you?" Guan Hong leaned over and whispered, "Abyss is a very good tank player. Just now I asked him if he has any secrets for the team to win... Well, is that so? What he said seems to be Because everyone worked together and prepared every day for the championship. Some of my translations are not accurate, please understand."

Su Wenle nodded frantically, very well-behaved.

Don't be inaccurate, as long as someone is around to explain to him what these unfamiliar languages ​​are saying, it will be really comfortable.

Perhaps the pursuit of the championship is not very strong.

Apart from the momentary bewilderment on stage, Su Wenle didn't have any special thoughts.

Potato chips are delicious, and so is Coke, no matter what the champion does.

Speaking of which, abyss is also pretty cute, is it really the charm of the Korean style sister head?

Su Wenle stroked her hair, considering whether to go back and cut her bangs to keep up with the times.

The people on the stage said "thank you" and it was over.

Guan Hong also stopped.

"What happened to the hair?" he asked.

Su Wenle squeezed her short hair and said, "Look, I'm going to get some hair restorer, grow my hair longer, and then cut a Korean-style bang..."

Guan Hong touched his head with a smile and said, "I think your hairstyle is also very good now, your hair is soft..."

The lights suddenly dimmed, and there was a burst of shouts from the entire venue.

The central screen reveals the Overwatch logo, and the music is very different.

"It's started." Guan Hong leaned closer, breathing past Su Wenle's ear, "It belongs to the promotion of the Overwatch League."

After a brief logo, the screen suddenly lights up, and Reinhardt's figure appears.

The old German soldier held a giant hammer and smashed it to the ground.

The background became extremely passionate, and the voice of the old soldier sounded.

In Su Wenle's ear, there was Guan Hong's deep and gentle voice.

——something is worth fighting for

"Some things are worth fighting for"

——we can make a difference

'We can make a difference'

——the world needs never before

"The world needs us more than ever"

——are you with me?

"Do you want to come with me?"

The summoning panel belonging to Overwatch, activated by Winston's button.

The signal that flew out from the screen was like a spark, lighting up the global map.

A call that runs through the world has brought together countless city sparks, shining on the dim world map.

Those orange bright spots are constantly gathering and turning into beating contacts.

Bright and regular, like countless living hearts.

Su Wenle's eyes widened, this was a picture that didn't need to be translated.

Anyone can understand it in any language.

This is—Winston calling Overwatch.

Summoning the heroes who are hiding and scattered all over the world.

——now

"Now"

——it'sourturn

"It's our turn"

Countless hearts emit the pulse of life and gather in the sky above the world.

After the explosive appearance accompanied by exclamation, the music becomes extraordinarily powerful.

Countless strange logos revolve around Overwatch.

Su Wenle couldn't even capture what they symbolized.

Fortunately, the logo is neat and tiled on the screen.

There is a huge text in the center asking - which team will you choose?

"Which team will you choose?"

The screen jumped up and became very different.

It's a snapshot of a world-renowned city, with team logos on the side.

Su Wenle is familiar with those city names, but what he is not familiar with... is the team with the name of the city.

Chicago, Incheon, Paris...

Countless different languages ​​are saying hello to the world.

He heard a clear "Hello".

No, it's two.

In the glimpse, he saw Xiu District and Yincheng.

Two city landmarks flashed past.

Only the deep purple morning star and the bright yellow unicorn are engraved in his heart.

The low-pitched music is gradually heroic, symbolizing the start of a great journey.

The Overwatch Professional League, the team named after the city, will step into the highest palace of Overwatch professional competition.

Maybe the introducer's tone is too passionate, maybe the background music is too enthusiastic.

The auditorium in the darkness was full of voices that never stopped.

Viewers from different parts of the world found their cities appearing on the team's name.

They witnessed with their own eyes that in the future, there will be a team fighting for them in the name of their city.

Just like Morningstar and Silver City take off.

Su Wenle's eyes were full of light.

No matter how many team logos with bright colors and unique elements flash in front of your eyes.

He has already engraved the logo of Morning Star in the Xiu District in his heart.

That's not the usual morning star, but the morning star in the show area.

The purple star, held out in two hands, shines with the light of hope.

The meaning of missing the championship became instantly clear at this moment.

Why does he want to play professionally?

At first he was just helping.

Now, he couldn't tell.

I can only feel the blood surging in my chest, clamoring for the unyielding honor and fighting spirit.

Just win.

Su Wenle suddenly felt a sense of belated awareness.

University City has the best barbecue in Xiu District, and Gunan Street has the best bakery in Xiu District.

He hasn't eaten all the food, but such a good show deserves a championship.

With a sense of integration, Su Wenle shared the honor with the team especially intensely.

In the past, he simply fought for Guan Hong, but now he feels a sense of mission.

Just like now, he is fighting for China.

It would be nice if... you win.

Guan Hong was still looking at the propaganda on the screen, the teams in major cities around the world were full of powerful enemies.

Although the introduction is simple, behind these terrifying teams are leaders who control the lifeline of the regional economy.

He didn't need to translate in a low voice, but he heard a very different voice around him.

"Lele?"

Guan Hong's voice was gentle, fearing not to disturb those around him.

Su Wenle seemed to be sobbing, Guan Hong was a little flustered.

He quickly reached out, touched Su Wenle's wrist, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Guan Hong thought he handled the runner-up matter well.

But he didn't know why Su Wenle was sad in the dark.

Guan Hong grabbed the palm of his wrist and was held back by him.

Su Wenle has a lot to say.

Next time, we must win the championship.

Next year, we must beat South Korea.

But, but, Guan Hong was obviously happy to win the runner-up.

Happy to win the runner-up, happy everyone has made another step forward.

Champion is just a word, but it will cause Guan Hong a lot of trouble.

I can't trouble Guan Hong.

He raised his hand to wipe his eye sockets, and subconsciously clenched Guan Hong's fingers.

"I……"

In the darkness, his words pierced through the brilliant music, extremely clear.

"I've always loved Overwatch."