Mecha little prince

No matter how ups and downs the face-slapping drama is watched two or three times in a row, it will be tasteless.As the anchor cried and said "Congratulations to Hui Na's Commissary Guild for winning" appeared for the third time, only Little Prince and Yang Huacheng were left in the analysis room.

Seeing that there was no one around, Yang Huacheng leaned close to the little prince's ear and asked mysteriously, "Did you avoid training on purpose?"

The little prince shook his head: "I'm thinking about how to write my experience."

Yang Huacheng said proudly: "I have already written it."

The little prince looked at him in surprise, obviously yesterday he was still frowning and helpless.Yang Huacheng took out his mobile phone and opened Fanwenwang. There were a lot of reading experience in it. He picked out one of them and compared it with his finished manuscript——

Original: From the book, I learned that Marx's life turned out to be so rough.

Modified version: From the competition, I learned that the victory of the Huina Commissary Guild was so bumpy.

……

Original: However, in the face of a comfortable life and a free university atmosphere, we who were once full of dreams have gradually become lazy, and have long since thrown away the ideals we once promised.

Modified version: However, in the face of a comfortable life and a free guild atmosphere, we who were once full of dreams have gradually become lazy, and have long since thrown away the ideals we once promised.

……

Yang Huacheng asked: "How is it? Isn't it great? Shall I help you find one?"

The little prince shook his head and played the video again.

Yang Huacheng wondered: "Did I not write well?"

"It wasn't written by you."

Yang Huacheng pouted: "I'm an e-sports player, not an online writer. In a game, I mostly look at tactics and techniques. What experience do I write about?"

The little prince said, "You can write down your tactics and techniques."

Yang Huacheng's interest faded: "It's all commonplace things." Having said that, seeing the little prince watching it so seriously, he still followed the video to analyze it.

The coach gave three days to hand in the homework, and on the fourth day after the training class, the coach put on a dark face, brought a thick stack of bound homework collections, and called everyone to gather in the analysis room.

Everyone rushed to the back seat with great humility.

Although stretching the head out and retracting the head is also a sword, but retracting the head can always save a little beheading.

The little prince was pushed to the front seat by everyone with aspirations.He actually skipped three days of training for a piece of experience, and now is the time to give back.

Chen Jinghui also has a very scientific theory: "Your grip can block the coach's sight."

As soon as the others heard it was reasonable, they fiddled with his head a few more times, making the originally tight tugging become fluffy and wide.

The little prince: "..."

At some point, the coach who walked to the door watched them tossing coldly.Laugh, laugh, the time to laugh is running out anyway.

He put the collection on the table, didn't speak for a while, looked around in his pocket, and then slowly opened the first page of the collection: "Are you all ready? Ready, let's read Teacher Shan Menglong s work."

Shan Menglong put on his baseball cap and pressed down on the brim.

"There are too many good words and good sentences, so I'll choose a classic segment." The coach cleared his throat, and read aloud emotionally, "When Hei Hei and Bai Bai rushed over from Hei Hei Bao'er, the rest of Hui Na's Commissary Guild were shocked." I was stunned. There is such a speed in this world! Could it be that they can only sit back and wait for cheating?...'Cheat' uses cheating cheats. Add a common sense, 'Mech Virtual' will kill all cheating cheats Forgiveness, therefore, it is impossible to sit and wait for the 'bad'."

There was a chuckle from below.

Shan Menglong's hat brim was lowered even lower.

The coach read on: "It was too late to say, but it was too soon. No. 18, No. 103, known as 'Lin Shen' by people in the Jianghu, suddenly appeared in front of Heihei and Baibai. He made a move. It was an earth-shattering move, it was A move that shocks gods and weeps ghosts, that is an indescribable move, ah, black and white, fleeing in a hurry... Isn't earth-shattering, shocking gods and ghosts just a description?"

"Pfft." Chen Jinghui couldn't help but burst out laughing, Shan Menglong pinned his head and rubbed him hard.

The coach glanced over the little prince's tugging, and landed in the back row: "Mr. Chen Jinghui thinks that Mr. Shan Menglong's martial arts masterpiece is too realistic, don't worry, I will read your fantasy masterpiece soon."

Chen Jinghui's face suddenly turned earthy, and Shan Menglong raised the brim of his hat slightly.

The coach also picked a paragraph:

"Seeing Heihei and Baibai jumping in the air, and another bottle tightly holding Ludan's hand, what was he thinking at this time? Or, he didn't think about anything? No, he must have thought about it. But at this time , Who else could he think of? Who? That must be—the God of Lin who descended from the sky. No one saw what happened, only knew that God of Lin came from the light and instantly settled all the enemies. Mercy is like an invincible god of war."

The coach read it, and smiled genuinely: "I don't think he is the invincible God of War, but you want him to fly like a thunderbolt. I'll let you watch the game, and you teach me?"

The others laughed.

"Yang Haiwei laughed very happily. Your phrase 'it seems like a black hole sucks people away, and it seems like a white hole spits people out' is not inferior. It is sci-fi and supernatural. You think you are Wesley!"

The coach couldn't bear it.

"A thousand-character experience, you have quite a complete range of themes."

"There is also Yanghua City. In your experience, there is actually a cameo by Marx. Did Lin Chen hit you so hard that you saw Marx?"

……

"The last one is Sang Wuxia."

When the little prince clearly felt that his name was being read, the sympathetic gazes from all around him made him, who had a little confidence, inexplicably nervous.He couldn't help but help his arm.

Hey, when did the tugging collapse?

From the top of the head to the back of the head.

The little prince was extremely helpless for his disobedience, but even more helpless were his teammates hiding behind.What the little prince lost was just a hook, but what they lost was a bunker!

Just when everyone was waiting for the coach to blow the horn and launch a storm-like onslaught, he said in a soft voice: "The writing is very good."

Shengsheng choked back the tears that everyone planned to cry for the little prince.

The coach's tone finally returned to normal: "In the first 3 minutes, Black and White Baoer got 26 sparks, and Huina Commissary Guild got 18 sparks. However, the number of sparks collected by 18 on the 103th was 9, which is The crown of the crowd, therefore, several times of sneak attacks in black and white, all of them were seen through Xingzang in advance. It is not because of their cleverness, but because they have fire in their pockets and are generous."

"In the first 21 minutes, the Huina Commissary Guild was besieged by the Black and White Baoer Guild, and it was in danger. At the critical moment of 18 on the 103th, it was a feat to turn the tide. When the moves are exhausted, I took advantage. If Black and White Baoer knows, next time I will be the first to defeat the one who is alone."

……

The coach painstakingly read every word, everyone listened hard to every word, and there was only one feeling in their hearts, as long as the coach couldn't understand the writing, the coach couldn't catch the bug for you.

The coach asked, "Do you understand?"

Everyone looked at each other, if they said they didn't understand, they were afraid that the little prince would be wronged, but if they said they understood, they were afraid that the coach would ask questions, and they would be wronged.

Dilemma.

The coach didn't expect them to answer: "Sang Wuxia's opinion has a lot of problems. Like the Commissary Guild's [-]v[-], it's all because the latter three walked too slowly and didn't keep up with the rhythm, so they were caught off guard by the other party. It has nothing to do with his operation... If this is the case, do you know why I still praise him?"

Uh, the weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings?

This rebellious thought flashed through many people's minds at the same time.

Yang Huacheng said timidly: "It all depends on the background of the peers?"

"...This is also the reason on the one hand, and on the other hand," the coach slapped the wall—the screen is a bit expensive and fragile, and he was reluctant to shoot, "he is the only one who uses the mentality of the opponent to analyze the game."

"We watch the game, not only to learn how they beat their opponents, but also to study how to beat them."

"No matter how strong Lin Chen is, he is still a human being."

The deafening words made the whole guild feel like they were beaten to death, so that the amount of dinner exceeded the usual level. In the end, even the staff meals of the cafeteria staff were robbed, so that the cafeteria was very careful when ordering takeout, for fear of getting it. Ducks fly again.

The challenge game is approaching, the coach began to teach students according to their aptitude, reduced the basic training of most players, and arranged games every day to let everyone find their feelings.

The team members were all in high spirits and high morale, wishing to have a game with Lin Chen immediately.

Because they lack ideas, they need to be stimulated by competitions, and the little prince has ideas, but lacks theory, so...

Experience and experience The only little prince who has been well received is still sitting in a corner bitterly under the coach's love, practicing the basics.