dissatisfied [e-sports]

After the break, 24 teams officially advanced to the semi-finals.

The semi-finals are a threshold. There is no absolute gap in strength between the remaining teams. Any team may perform well, play smoothly, and advance to the finals.

And those veteran teams that often enter the finals are also very likely to be in poor condition and perform abnormally to stop in the semi-finals.

Saying you're not nervous is a lie.

Sun Tianjiao ran straight to the toilet nervously. While running to the toilet, he also pretended to be relaxed to help everyone liven up the atmosphere.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat after the semi-finals? Michelin three stars? I know a French restaurant, the taste is absolutely authentic, and the steaks are all cut from the cows."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Xu Rui took a deep breath, pressed his stomach with his chubby palm, and said worriedly: "Whoever has Jianweixiaoshi tablets, give me one first."

Song Tang was puzzled: "You just took a sip of soup in the morning, what are you doing with that stuff?"

Xu Rui: "I ate too much seafood the night before yesterday, and I've been feeling down all the time. I'm afraid it will affect my performance today."

Song Tang: "...Don't worry, the seafood from the night before yesterday is no longer in your body."

"Look how useless you are. This is just a semi-final. You can pass it casually. Be normal!" After Sun Tianjiao severely reprimanded Xu Rui, she clutched her belly and said, "Then what are you talking about? I'm going to the bathroom."

After he finished speaking, he took out a few pieces of paper and ran to the bathroom.

Fu Haifeng was helpless: "Who is abnormal?"

Yan Yibing smiled lightly: "He's boasting a little too much this year, and he's pulling a little too much money, so it's normal to be under a lot of pressure."

Yan Yibing sat leisurely in the lounge, raised his hand, and took a sip of green tea.

Song Tang was moved.

As expected of the captain!

The semi-finals are approaching, and the enemy is in front of them, but they can still be calm and confident.

This is what the pinnacle god looks like!

In fact, Yi Bing's palms were full of sweat.

With such bad luck in the group stage, who knows if the semi-finals will get better.

When I first came here, I was working hard to win the world championship, but the results in the group stage were a blow to everyone. If they didn't perform well in the semi-finals and stopped here, then they could hang themselves collectively.

Yan Yibing was under more pressure than anyone else.

He is the captain, and the jumping point is decided by him temporarily according to the route.

So so many collisions with PYP show that he and Jin Tairan have somewhat similar analysis of the terrain and situation, and it can be regarded as his own influence on the whole team.But he won't change.

The game must be based on the overall situation. It is impossible for them to deliberately avoid any team and disrupt their own operating rhythm.

This means that there is a possibility of hitting PYP in the semi-finals.

Whenever Yan Yibing was nervous, he needed to distract himself.

He logged on to Weibo, wanting to read fans' comments.

At least no one on Weibo hacked him, they were all friends who supported him all the time.

Sure enough, as soon as the World Championship started, the news broke again.

He clicked on a few random ones, which were full of blessings.

[Ice God, come on!You can do it!The group stage is just the beginning!I will always support you! 】

【Ice God!I checked with the sorcerer, she is a super famous sorceress in our hometown, she is very accurate, she said you can win the championship this time! 】

Yan Yibing couldn't help smiling.

He actually didn't believe these things, but when it came to the competition, everyone was willing to believe that these good wishes were true.

During the Prince competition yesterday, I heard that Ding Jun asked someone to visit every church in Manhattan.

And he didn't put all his treasures on foreign gods. Before his arrival, the little golden Buddha that had been enlightened on Wutai Mountain gave each team member one.

Han Mo asked sincerely at that time, would the gods at home and abroad be pinched when they met, and if they really won the championship, whose merits would be counted.

Ding Jun thought about it carefully, so he didn't let them hang the little golden Buddha around their necks.

Fortunately, Han Mo and the others played well yesterday, ranking at the top in terms of points.

After reading a few encouraging messages, Yan Yibing posted a Weibo on impulse.

[@Zero言易冰: If you are satisfied with the results of the final, I will broadcast live backstage for you guys. I hope to have the opportunity to see you on Weibo. 】

He was still a little reserved, and only said that he was satisfied with the results, but did not say that he wanted to win the championship.

After sending the message, the staff in front of the stage informed the players to prepare for the competition.

Yan Yibing straightened his clothes and led the team to the infield.

When he reached the door, he stopped for a while and turned his head to look in Han Mo's direction.

Han Mo didn't have a match today, so he came here specially to watch the match.

Sensing Yan Yibing's gaze, Han Mo moved his lips lightly, mouthing silently.

Not refueling.

It is "love you".

At least at this moment, he is not a player, not an opponent, but just a lover.

Yan Yibing looked away pretending to be calm, and then took a big stride towards the infield.

It was a lucky day, they didn't collide with PYP again.

Probably PYP has also learned from the previous experience and stopped being aggressive. After all, there is still a chance to save in the group stage. If they are eliminated in the semi-finals, then we will really see you next year.

In the first round, Yan Yibing jumped into the air-raid shelter.

This was also a bet, he didn't know why, but he had an intuition that the position of the air-raid shelter would be the Circle of Destiny, and they had practiced the air-raid shelter tactics for three months, so he was very confident.

It turned out that this time was really lucky, every time the air-raid shelter was in the center of the circle, they successfully ate a few waves of heads, and finally threw grenades at the NNTC in the finals, Yan Yibing's crucial shot, blasted Li Xi Ham's helmet, ate the chicken.

In the second game, the route of encircling the city from the countryside was played. Although it was a circle of divine punishment, but fortunately, they cooperated tacitly and made no major mistakes. They survived all the way to the finals. The most important thing is that they won a lot of head points this time. Currently, Zero Ranked first in points.

Xu Rui couldn't help humming and borrowed another 500 years from the sky: "Okay, brothers, today's luck is very good!"

Fu Haifeng was very calm all the time: "Stop singing, it's too ugly, my gun is shaking."

Xu Rui: "Nonsense, I, the KTV little prince, and the captain have all admitted my singing voice."

Yan Yibing: "...Really?"

Xu Rui: "You forgot! When I was still in the second team and Tang was still in the youth training camp, once the club rented a river view villa for dinner. After drinking, I sang five or six songs in the living room. Captain, you pat me on the shoulder and praise me!"

Yan Yibing: "???"

Song Tang said indifferently: "Captain, you forgot that the recording you left for Han Mo was on that day."

Yan Yibing: "Fuck?"

The one who wants to be the recording of Han Mo's girl?

Xu Rui: "What's the recording? Why don't I know about it? You guys are keeping a little secret behind my back again?"

Yan Yibing hurriedly made amends: "I drank too much that day, so don't take what you say seriously."

Xu Rui: "...my heart is broken."

Yan Yibing died of sorrow.

He couldn't remember how many things he said that day were nothing but brains, and how many simple and serious newcomers took it seriously.

Song Tang: "Where to jump captain?"

Yan Yibing came back to his senses: "The airport."

Xu Rui: "I'm still heartbroken, is it just so hard?"

Yan Yibing: "Break and several strong European teams will be here tomorrow, as well as Han Mo Yuyan and the others. We must get more points today, otherwise it will be difficult."

When Xu Rui heard this, he suddenly felt the pressure return.

Also, in the first game of the semi-finals yesterday, the competitors performed well.

In the semi-finals, there is only one group that is relatively weak. If you don't work hard, it will be even more difficult to stand out tomorrow.

Xu Rui stopped joking, and showed all his energy, ready to deal with the sharp gun when he landed.

In the third game, Zero ranked fourth, and the ranking did not drop, but the points were overtaken by NNTC, and AX followed closely behind.

In the fourth game, AX and Zero competed for points, and both lost, allowing NNTC to take advantage and rank first.

In the fifth game, Zero struggled to catch up, but the points were bitten to death.

In the sixth game, Zero maintained the first place and the game ended.

NNTC is not convinced.

After the game, Li Xihan looked in Yan Yibing's direction and smiled contemptuously.

The overall scoreboard has been brushed out.

Because NNTC has two days of points, it is currently ranked first in the overall list. Although it is not sure about the final ranking, it is definitely no problem to enter the finals.

Yan Yibing didn't bother to talk to Li Xihan, he calmly packed up the peripherals, carried them on his body, then lightly pressed the tiger's mouth on his right hand, and walked backstage while rubbing.

Fu Haifeng's situation was even worse.

His waist couldn't take it anymore, and he gritted his teeth reluctantly all the way, keeping his face calm.

In fact, if he can recover with a day off tomorrow, his current limit is six games the next day.

Song Tang supported his shoulder worriedly, and Fu Haifeng simply waved his hand.

He said: "Captain, let Xinghuo try for the first three rounds tomorrow."

Yan Yibing was silent for a while and said: "Don't put too much pressure on you, the opponent is already strong tomorrow, and it's not your fault that you didn't play well."

Fu Haifeng: "Yes, I know."

Yan Yibing: "According to today's results, there is a high probability that we will be able to enter the finals. Anyway, the points will be recalculated in the finals. It doesn't matter."

Fu Haifeng: "Yes, it will definitely be no problem to enter the final."

He murmured and repeated.

Back in the lounge, Sun Tianjiao wanted to take them back to the hotel for a massage.

But Yan Yibing was reluctant to say a word to Han Mo, so he stopped Sun Tianjiao, walked to Han Mo's side, and asked solemnly, "Want to go to the bathroom, let's go together."

With a smile in Han Mo's eyes, he tossed the backpack casually: "Okay."

Sun Tianjiao: "..."

The cabbage is rolling again and again!

If this goes on like this, he's really going to think in an unscrupulous place!

There was no one in the bathroom at this time.

As usual, Han Mo found a secluded cubicle and pulled Yan Yibing in.

Yan Yibing murmured softly, "Don't kiss, dinner is coming soon."

Han Mo laughed out loud: "Well, I won't kiss you, I'll praise you. Master played well today, which puts me under pressure."

Yan Yibing smiled, and tugged Han Mo's hatband with his fingers.

"That's not normal."

Han Mo: "Let's not talk about tomorrow's game, let's talk about the final."

Yan Yibing: "Shall we chat?"

Han Mo: "After all, there is only one champion. I thought about it. Among all the teams, I can feel better if only Master wins the championship. How about giving the other a gift if one of us wins the championship?"

Yan Yibing: "Shouldn't the winner be rewarded?"

Han Mo: "The one who didn't win the championship is so unlucky, there is nothing."

Yan Yibing thought about it, and felt that what Han Mo said made sense.

Han Mo: "If I win the championship, does Master think so?"

Yan Yibing really didn't know what to do for a moment, he smiled, and casually said something coquettish: "Little brother, if you win the championship, why don't you fuck me?"

Han Mo slightly raised his eyebrows, and actually nodded directly: "Okay."

From tomorrow onwards, they will be the real opponents. Han Mo was afraid that the meeting on the battlefield would be too ruthless, so he found a reason in advance to coax his wife.

But Yan Yibing insisted on bringing the topic to this direction, so he didn't have to be polite.

Yan Yibing was shocked. He didn't expect Han Mo to agree so casually. After all, Han Mo was very scheming in this regard before.

Han Mo's eyes lowered slightly, and he looked at Yan Yibing's collarbone presumptuously and ambiguously: "Then if Master wins the championship, I want to try the little golden gun that the alliance gave me?"

Yan Yibing: "Little golden gun?"

The little golden gun was a reward for No.1 in the C-PUBG standings. It had been hung by Yan Yibing for the past five years. Ever since Han Mo surpassed him, the little golden gun was given to Han Mo.

Yan Yibing didn't have anything to be reluctant about. After such a long time, he almost forgot about it.

Yan Yibing: "How do you want to try?"

With a low voice, Han Mo rubbed Yan Yibing's earlobe ambiguously, then let go, but his fingers slowly slid down until they stopped at Yan Yibing's tailbone.

"Master, try to eat it."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Hold.

This person is already unrivaled in the field of wild talk.

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat, don't eat!I will not eat it!

Han Mo: Just kidding, master just eat me :)