For Love of the Game

Everyone in Fengyue waited anxiously outside the dressing room. The manager felt that he had waited a long time for a child to be born before the door slowly opened.

The makeup artist came out first, she pulled Shen Huai out and asked, "How is it? Does it look good?"

The manager's eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth opened into an O shape.

how about it?

Not only is it beautiful, it is simply amazing!

Shen Huai is already outstanding in appearance, any one of his facial features can make ordinary people stand out in the crowd, plain makeup has already killed all the male gods, not to mention such an exquisite makeup now, it simply magnifies all his advantages infinitely , Just seeing his face, there is nothing else in his eyes.

There was an eerie silence in the corridor for a minute. Shen Huai was rarely embarrassed. In the middle of his makeup, he found that the makeup artist had completely resorted to housekeeping skills. He wished he could repaint every eyelash. The level of detail was the same as when he was filming a movie. There is a fight.

Although he reminded him several times to wear light makeup, the makeup artist's serious attitude, as if he was betting his career, made him unable to resist. Now that he saw that his style was completely different from others, he really regretted his momentary soft-heartedness.

Shen Huai gave Song Xueyang a look for help, but Song Xueyang raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It looks good."

Shen Huai: "..." I want you to think of a way, not to express your opinion!

Song Xueyang came over to help him straighten his hair, "Hua is so beautiful, I would be so sad if I was poached by other teams."

Hai Xing complained mercilessly, do you think all other teams look at faces like us to poach people?

However, Shen Huai was dazed, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind, in which he was lying in Song Xueyang's arms, holding his hand and saying something, and then Song Xueyang bent down and kissed his forehead gently.

This strange picture was so realistic, as if it had really happened at a certain moment, he subconsciously stroked his forehead.

Song Xueyang squeezed his hand, "You won't agree to them, will you?"

Shen Huai didn't know what he was referring to, he just followed his words and answered, "No."

"Go away!" The manager squeezed in front of Shen Huai, and looked him up and down for a moment, "This year's team uniform price will definitely double! This is the same style as the stars!"

Only then did everyone realize that Shen Huai was still wearing the team uniform.

As a star team among professional teams, Fengyue puts great effort into designing team uniforms every year. This year's team uniforms are mainly white and maple leaf orange-red, which looks even and fair in skin tone. The neat tailoring makes people's legs seem long. At one centimeter, a group of people standing together is a dazzling red ocean, but when viewed separately, they appear to have a languid and peaceful temperament, like a wandering fairy under the red leaves and maples.

It's just that the person's appearance is good to a certain extent, so no one pays attention to what he is wearing. Just seeing that face seems to lose their souls. If the manager hadn't reminded them, they would have taken it for granted that Shen Huai was wearing a High-end fashion, as if such a look should be so glamorous.

The makeup artist director is also very satisfied with his craftsmanship, "Do you need me to follow the makeup?"

Shen Huai hurriedly took a step away from her, "No need, we will take pictures quickly."

The manager thought about it seriously, "We have to take pictures anyway, why not take two more pictures today, and let Shen Huai come to the background board of the online store next month."

Shen Huai stared, completely unaware that he would start to contribute to the team's endorsement before he even played an official match.

Song Xueyang saw the panic in Shen Huai's eyes, and finally realized with conscience, "Brother Kun, it's more appropriate to wait until the professional league is over."

The manager returned rationally immediately, and that's right, no matter how good-looking Shen Huai was, he hadn't even played a single game yet.

As soon as the promotional poster comes out, there may be a big storm on the Internet. At this time, using his photo as the background board may attract a lot of black fans to the team.After the professional league is over and everyone sees Shen Huai's strength, the effect will be good.

"No, we're in a hurry, and we'll find you next time we need makeup."

Under the regretful eyes of the makeup artist, Shen Huai hurried into the car. The moment he closed the car door, he saw his delicate makeup from the car window, and turned away as if seeing a monster.

As soon as he turned his head, he heard a "click". Song Xueyang raised his head from the phone and emphasized it again.

"nice."

What kind of team is he in?

Shen Huai got angry and ignored him all the way.

The photographer had been waiting for them at the shooting location. He didn't see Shen Huai from a distance, but only saw a little girl in a skirt.

"That's right, there's a new recruit this year? It's the same ones every year, so there's something new about it..." Halfway through his words, he saw Shen Huai walking towards him, and immediately slapped his thigh, "It's so fresh!"

The manager has a good relationship with him. Seeing his reaction, he burst out laughing, "The director of makeup artist just now saw us Shen Huai and said that his career has been completed. What do you want to express?"

The photographer held up his job card and kissed, "I think my career is finally about to start!"

Fan Jingming cried and said, "You have changed. You said before that your photography path is pointing to me and shining brightly."

The photographer patted him on the shoulder, "Your battery is low, I'll replace it with Shen Huai to charge it."

Shen Huai: "..."

Who is he meeting today?

The photographer was full of enthusiasm, took off his vest and threw it aside, "It's time to turn on the phone now!"

Propaganda posters are not like the makeup photos in the entertainment industry that pursue artistic conception, as long as they can be photographed with a vigorous spirit.

The photographer first took a group photo for them. The seven people just stood in a V shape. Song Xueyang stood in the center, Fengyue's old team members were on the left, and this year's newcomers were on the right. This arrangement was just right for Shen Huai to stand beside him.

After taking the group photo, I have to take a solo photo for each of them. Fan Jingming was the first to take the stage to make a sample. As a part-time model, he was full of aura when he came on stage. Any pose is full of camera sense. His legs are so long that they break through the sky and are charming. The look in his eyes is like taking a beach photo.

Song Xueyang tapped the tabletop with his fingers, "Put it away."

"Oh."

Fan Jingming straightened his crooked shoulder.

Starfish came to the stage with the mentality of dying early and being born early. The little guy was extremely fierce when he played games, but he was as stiff as a puppet when he was under the camera. The pose was adjusted by the photographer himself.

Everyone took the camera one after another, obviously they are already very familiar with this kind of thing, the last person to be on the camera was Shen Huai, the photographer was gearing up, and couldn't hold it anymore.

Shen Huai stood still in front of the background board, casually put one hand in his pocket, raised his head slightly, his pair of star eyes firmly locked on the camera, his eyes blushed and his heart beat as if he was about to fall into the In those deep and indifferent eyes.

A group of people were stunned, and even the staff raised their heads one after another, as if they had forgotten what they were doing.

At this moment, Shen Huai was like a cheetah locking its prey, and also casually like a mighty lion. There was no expression on his face, but that indifferent expression made people have evil thoughts of wanting to invade.

Shen Huai saw that everyone was staring at him blankly, their postures remained unchanged, "Aren't you going to shoot?"

"Shoot, shoot!" The photographer bent down quickly, and when he met Shen Huai's eyes from the lens, his heart couldn't stop trembling.

He has photographed many plane models, but he has never photographed celebrities. He always thought that there was no difference between the two, but when he saw Shen Huai today, he found that there were too many differences.

Shen Huai seems to have an innate nobleness, his arrogant and indifferent temperament, and his ethereal and indifferent personality are all expressed vividly in this pose and eyes. The excellent camera sense makes him wish to shoot 360 degrees without dead ends .

The photographer took a dozen photos in a row, and he couldn't put it down. The more he looked at it, the more regretful he felt. Why is such a beautiful person just a show?With such an eye-catching skin, anyone with a bit of skill can set off a wave of star chasing all over the country.

Song Xueyang's eyes darkened as early as the moment Shen Huai came to the stage, and his deep eyes were full of Shen Huai's figure.

He saw that Shen Huai shocked everyone, saw him dazzling under the lights, and the surrounding background suddenly turned into the podium of the global finals. Shen Huai raised the trophy symbolizing the championship amidst the cheers of fans from all over the world , in an instant, it is full of grace, peerless.

The corners of Song Xueyang's mouth slightly raised, and the faint arc was hidden under his smiling face.

"Take a picture of the two of us." He walked onto the stage and put his arms around Shen Huai's shoulders. The same height made the hearts of both of them fall on the same level.

Shen Huai didn't have any restraint either, he relaxed and lightly leaned on Song Xueyang's shoulder, just a single gesture could show the relationship of absolute trust between the two.

After shooting the posters, everyone returned to the team by car. For the formal team battle training that was finally about to start, everyone was eager to have a try. They pestered Song Xueyang and asked him how he wanted to fight. Too much.

Song Xueyang just shied away and said that he couldn't speak clearly, and he wanted to talk about it during training at night. Shen Huai was also very curious, so he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How do you want to fight?"

The people in the car all secretly raised their ears, and Song Xueyang replied with a smile, "Guess."

The others cut in disappointment, but Shen Huai began to think carefully because of the three-point seriousness in Song Xueyang's words.

After dinner in the evening, it was rare for everyone to sit in the training room early, waiting for Song Xueyang to reveal the answer to them. They were really curious about the team battle style that a pure tank profession did not have.

Song Xueyang didn't hold back, just pulled out the whiteboard, and asked Shen Huai before starting, "Did you guess it?"

Shen Huai started to think from the time he got in the car, and even ate dinner in a daze. Finally, when he recalled what Song Xueyang said at the dinner table yesterday, he suddenly realized, and he was even more impressed by Song Xueyang's bold tactical style.

He looked at Song Xueyang with admiration, "The idea of ​​team battles is not to fight."

"Do not hit?"

Everyone was stunned, did Song Xueyang really plan to rely on the group arena to decide the outcome?

The three modes 1V1, 2V2 and 6V6 in the arena of "City of Despair" are also the three events of the official competition. In the normal BO3 competition system, all three modes will appear in random order. In the BO5 competition system, there are two extra rounds It is also a group battle and a team battle. Indeed, as long as they do not lose in 1V1 and 2V2, they can win the final victory whether it is two wins in three games or three wins in five games.

It's just that there are not a few professional teams that are good at the ring. It is simply impossible to win these two modes without mistakes, and it is too risky.

Shen Huai saw their doubts, "The captain doesn't want to give up the 6V6 team battle, but the core of the team battle is not to fight the team."

Song Xueyang picked up the whiteboard pen with a smile, "6V6 team battles have three modes: offensive and defensive, hostage rescue, and head of state battles. In terms of our team's lineup, rescuing hostages is our strength. It is a mode that relies heavily on team battles to win, especially the battle of the head of state, which will be the biggest shortcoming in our lineup, so."

He turned around and drew a map on the whiteboard, carefully explaining the tactical thinking and key points of play, and even clearly distinguishing everyone's responsibilities in the team.

Everyone went from being serious at the beginning to being stunned, and then being amazed and convinced. When Song Xueyang put down his pen, a common thought emerged in everyone's mind——

It's great that Song Xueyang is their captain and not their enemy!

Even Hai Xing was fascinated by this style of play, "If you play this way, those teams probably don't even know how they lost!"

It was rare for Zhou Jing not to complain about him, but to repeatedly remember her responsibilities in her heart. Shi Yi was amazed at Song Xueyang's tactical command, and finally understood why this man could lead a team like Fengyue to occupy a place in the top eight teams gathered by experts .

Everyone excitedly discussed the new tactics, and praised Song Xueyang for his foresight in professional matching.

Only Zhou Ning and Shen Huai knew that Song Xueyang did not choose these teammates because of tactics, but had to come up with such tactics because of choosing such teammates.

As he once said in front of reporters, "Even if I lose the game, I will not give up the team."

He gave everyone a chance to prove himself, and he accepted everything as long as he had the strength.

His shoulders have never been just the glory of the team, but also the future of each player.