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After seeing off Ruan's mother, Song Mingyi received another call from the real estate agency.

He looked back at the people who were still eating in the restaurant, lit a cigarette, and connected the phone.

Ruan Jun finished half of the food in the bowl but before Song Mingyi came back, he turned his head and glanced outside several times, and just now he saw Song Mingyi standing at the gate of the fence, carrying two bags, probably talking to the courier or the delivery man , and now I saw him smoking a cigarette leaning against the window sill again.

You should eat first, and you can smoke anytime.

Ruan Jun put down the bowl, frowned and walked over.

When he walked to the fast door, he heard Song Mingyi's voice without emotional ups and downs: "Well, I'm sure."

It turned out to be on the phone.

Just as Ruan Jun turned to leave, he heard Song Mingyi's low voice: "That's the price. I'm short of money, but not to that extent."

Ruan Jun made a wrong step, stood there for two seconds, and finally walked away.

With only [-] days left before the new year's International Invitational Tournament, ONG's main training match targets will be the top teams at home and abroad.

And these teams are all here for Song Mingyi.

There were still a few teams at first, but after hearing that Song Mingyi was transferred to the 5th support position, he lost interest, but Song Mingyi said, "That will be your loss."

These people in the industry, regardless of their nationality, have known Song Mingyi for at least five or six years. When have they heard him speak such big words?

In the industry, this person has always been known for being a low-key and flexible person who doesn't talk too much.

Except for one team who still refused, most of the other teams have arranged training matches on their schedules.

Chu Huang wrote down the training schedule for this month on the trainer's whiteboard, and after finishing writing, his tone was both joyful and sad: "They are all champion teams...the competition is almost here, and they may not use their full strength to compare with us. " Chu Huang sighed, "If only we had a youth training team, we won't have to worry about civil war."

Song Mingyi raised his head from the computer: "Youth training team is only possible if you have grades. It's a little early, Mr. Chu."

Chu Huang rolled his eyes at him: "I don't know which younger brother boasted to me when the team was established that there must be achievements?"

Song Mingyi propped his chin, thoughtfully: "Yes, who is it?"

Ju Rui crawled on the computer screen, showing two eyes, and squeezed his eyebrows at Song Mingyi: "Like you! Yishen!"

Zuo Kai happened to be passing by, and didn't know the future, so he just joined in the fun and acted as a reply reader: "Like you! Yishen!"

Song Mingyi said "Oh", "So it was me. Since I said it, isn't that obvious? Teacher Chu, what are you still struggling with?"

Chu Huang had never seen him so naive before, and he walked away with a bewildered expression on his face.

When he retracted his gaze, Song Mingyi accidentally glanced at Ruan Jun's computer, saw the data in the corner of the screen, and reminded him in a low voice: "Langlang, I'm distracted."

Is it okay to miss a third of the last hit?Ruan Shen certainly didn't concentrate on making up the knife.

Ruan Jun pursed his lips, exited the practice mode, opened the steam friend list and sent Song Mingyi a private message: "Brother, do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Mingyi did not hesitate: "I love you!"

Ruan Jun "..."

"Not this sentence."

Song Mingyi pondered for a while, then typed again: "I wish Ruan Shen the title of the gold list, enter the top three, and win the championship shield!"

Ruan Jun looked at the screen and lowered his eyebrows bit by bit, and the wind was buzzing in his heart, and the wind and rain were about to come.

"Is there nothing else?"

Song Mingyi glanced sideways at Ruan Jun, put down the keyboard, and shook his hand.

"If you're unhappy, just tell me." Song Mingyi said softly, "I'm not good at thinking, I'm a little slow."

Ruan Jun looked at the back of his hand and shook his head.

"I'm not upset."

Song Mingyi couldn't laugh or cry.

This is simply an irony that can't be more ironic. He, Langshen, said that, he couldn't even lie to himself, right?

Song Mingyi wanted to ask again, but Chu Huang happened to pass by with his notebook in his hand, and Ruan Jun quickly withdrew his hand.

"Training, training!" Chu Huang gave Song Mingyi a pointed look, and almost yelled at him, blatantly pointing at the reminder.

Song Mingyi could only withdraw his hand helplessly, preparing to find time to train again.

As a result, the search dragged on for two or three days.

In the evening, GameControl, another German team that once won the championship, changed the time for Song Mingyi, requesting to advance directly from the middle of the month to the next day.

So this day, ONG's training time was extended by two hours, and it didn't end until after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

When going upstairs, Song Mingyi looked at Ruan Jun's eyes full of sleepiness, and was really not willing to hold him back to ask why he was unhappy today, so he just kissed him on the forehead and let him go to sleep.

Due to the time difference of about 6 hours, the match was scheduled at 4:10 pm Beijing time and [-]:[-] am in Berlin, Germany.

For young players like Ju Rui and Ruan Jun, the team they are going to compete with today is really the champion team they "watched from childhood".

Ju Rui has become so serious that he doesn't even say a word of nonsense - this is really rare.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the two teams pulled people into position on time and went directly to the ban selection.

This process didn't even take more than 2 minutes, which shows the efficiency.

Still BO3.

From the beginning of the ban selection, GameControl's lineup is very elusive.

Chu Huang thought for a while, and carefully repeated what he said to the team members yesterday: "GameControl's style is like this, flexible, unstructured, and able to improvise routines very spiritually."

In order to prevent their tactics from leaking before the game, they are very likely to continue the consistent "no-thinking ban" in the training game.

"So you just need to be steady in your selection for this round." Chu Huang concluded, and finally reported a series of lineups.

Song Mingyi had a little disagreement with him on the choice of the fifth position: "Use Rubick for the fifth position. If the opponent has any tricks, use Rubick to steal skills to break the game."

"Dai Zebao is a better person, but the opponent's big brother's output is too high."

The two were discussing in a few words, when Ruan Jun suddenly interrupted them: "My plane can withstand pressure."

Rather than saying that he can resist pressure, it is better to say that Ruan Jun is best at resisting pressure in MOBA games.

From the former 1V9 in the professional arena of Glory of Kings, to now taking the dominant path in DOTA.

Song Mingyi and Chu Huang obviously agreed with this point very much. After listening to Ruan Jun's words, they looked at each other and finalized Rubick without further words.

The first game was just a warm-up for both sides.

GameControl didn't seem to bet on the first game. Half an hour later, ONG, who had the upper hand in the early stage, managed to stretch the advantage and scored a point.

But they didn't dare to be too happy at all.

In the second game, GameControl still chooses randomly.

Their lineup seemed to be moving here and there without any structure, but after landing, they suddenly burst out with unusual flexibility, and ONG couldn't catch it in all three ways.

And ONG even failed to catch people, and instead sent a blood.

It was no surprise that the second game was lost.

When he was banned in the third round, Chu Huang walked around the training table, and when he walked behind Ju Rui, he raised his hand and patted his right shoulder.

"Relax." Chu Huang's eyes fell on his subconsciously clenched left fist, a little surprised, and a little bit wanting to laugh.

Ju Rui stared at the screen, and wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants.

Chu Huang walked away in disgust.

"Delaying the later stage." Chu Huang was writing something in his notebook, and while taking advantage of the loading interface, he wanted to say a few more words, "You guys are too reserved after the last sentence of disadvantage. Ju Rui, I found that you can't play advantage if you don't waver, You should be a fool, let your senior give you the bottom line."

The corners of Ju Rui's eyes twitched, and he peeked at Song Mingyi's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and dared not answer at all.

Damn, how dare he let the proprietress cover for him.

This is good, he doesn't dare to wave anymore.

Ruan Jun was a little nervous at first, but Song Mingyi didn't wrinkle his eyebrows a few times from the beginning to the end. He sat in a stable position, and the support for the last knife was also done step by step. Even the voice of the team battle command was still in the usual tone.

Probably due to the influence of his aura, Ruan Jun also calmed down a lot, and now he still has extra energy to appease Ju Rui: "I will fight you how you want, I will know."

Ju Rui won the "Boss Wife" gold medal for avoiding death, and his back straightened instantly. After the start, he became the slippery, mean and provocative mid laner again.

His movements are too big and too presumptuous. He repeatedly forced the opponent's support and top laner to help him in the middle, but he couldn't catch him, and it was rarely effective. GameControl simply gave up the middle lane.

If there is a commentator in the OB position at this time, watching the movements of the players on both sides at the same time, the two teams will definitely be able to deal with the difference in this situation.

GameControl, who doesn't have an advantage in the middle lane, has become a half-tool man. He presses the pawn line to eat up the knife, and collects a wave of wild monsters along the way. Yuan Guye still needs to help fight a fight, he is so busy that he is not treated as a person by his teammates.

In other words, the resources of the three lanes are all leaning towards one lane: the top lane at position C.

At this time, ONG's resource allocation is the same as before, and there is not much difference.

And such a difference, even if there are no kills in the early stage, GameControl's C position can easily open Ruan Jun's 20K economy in less than 1 minutes.

GameControl is not a style that waits for opportunities. When the big move is about to be made, the C position leads the middle lane and a support to grab it, and directly rushes to the tower to take away Ruan Jun and Song Mingyi, and the first and second blood are born.

What happened next was pretty straightforward.

A tower in the bottom lane was pulled out, and ONG lost his vision of the entire wild area, and then the towers in the middle lane and the top lane were pulled out in turn.

The high ground was pushed, which happened at the third 10 minutes of the game.

Although GameControl has a big late-game lineup, they have such a strong psychological quality and rhythm, killing every step of their advantage.

ONG did not surrender and fought until the last second when the base exploded.

For 3 minutes after that, no one spoke.