FOG [e-sports]

The Saint club has always been very popular in the circle. They are usually friendly to people and have a good relationship with any club. It is rare to hear that they have friction with any club. Now such a good-tempered Saint is so angry that he has gone to the Internet to start a group. , the rest of the domestic e-sports clubs can't bear to see it.

The boss of Wanchongshan Club remembered that Free had mentioned their players' affection in their home games before, and was the first to follow, and their boss was shameless, and directly said that I was a rotten fish and shrimp, and our club's performance was even worse. I didn't make it to the World Championships, and I can't do it if you want to. I'm afraid you are a ghost. The new season has not started and there is no game. I am bored at home and I will tear you up.

The rest of the clubs followed suit one after another. In the end, even Bison, who had a feud with Free, couldn't help it anymore. As the team captain, Grizzly Book applied for a Twitter account for their team, and actively joined the battle, tearing into a mess.

When his team played in the second round of the group match, Zhou Huo grabbed his hair and watched the gods fighting on the outside network, terrified and dumbfounded.

Before the start of the World Championships, Zhou Huo thought that after coming to Germany, his team might have a little friction with Holy Sword on the bright side, so he made several public relations preparations in advance, but he never expected that the situation would suddenly escalate and change. It became a regional battle.

Everyone is on top.

Zhou Huo couldn't stop pulling his hair, and collapsed, "My business ability is fine, but how should I do public relations now? Really, I won't lie to you... Before I came, I prepared a lot of bilingual information with my people. The public relations draft, with a firm standpoint, novel angles, and exquisite wording, I am worthy of being used as a speech at the United Nations..."

Old Qiao and a few data analysts stared at the simultaneous live broadcast screen of the game, and took the time to comfort them perfunctorily, "Lost it, don't feel bad, everyone has already started fucking each other's ancestors, no one has time to watch your sissy I have a PR draft."

Zhou Huo's heart was bleeding, he clutched his chest and gritted his teeth, "I stayed up all night to write so many beautiful bilingual public relations drafts..."

Zhou Huo reluctantly deleted the manuscript, leaned behind Old Qiao, watched the video for a while, but couldn't understand it, and asked, "What's going on on the field?"

"Do you think that only the Internet is crazy?" Old Qiao stared at the screen, "I can't control it anymore on the court, they are all fighting for fire, except Yu Sui is the same as usual, the other three Everyone's red-eyed... Puppy has already followed suit."

Zhou Huo couldn't understand the details of the game, so he could only judge by the number of kills that Free's side kept jumping on the screen... Several of his players were a bit brutal.

Zhou Huo asked cautiously, "In short...you must be able to win, right?"

"Nonsense." Old Qiao said without raising his head, "Look at the expressions of the Vietnamese team yourself."

The data analyst said with pity, "It's an expression of longing for the game to end quickly, it's an expression of praying for the gods on the other side to stop...Although they are opponents in the same group, I feel distressed just looking at them."

The camera showed a close-up of the Vietnam team players, and their faces became stiffer than the other. Zhou Huo smiled dryly, "I'm sorry, I'm really not targeting you, you just hit the muzzle of the gun."

Free's fourth BO1 in the Group A group match ended in 9 minutes, and Free scored another point quickly.

Old Qiao smashed the table, "Nice! We're qualified!"

Zhou Huo was still trembling with fear, and was taken aback when he heard the words, "It's out? It's out now? No, don't be silly! Isn't it theoretically possible to get five points to securely qualify?"

"Theoretically, it is necessary to get five points, but there are no other two teams in our group that have won four games." The data analyst said in detail, "There is no super experience baby who didn't get a point, so Calculated based on the number of games that have already been played, even if the other teams finish all the games, there will not be three [-]-[-] situations. Your theory is no longer valid. We will go out, at least the second one. gone."

Zhou Huo didn't understand a word, "What are you talking about..."

"It's nothing, just listen to us, it's already out." Old Qiao didn't bother to explain to Zhou Huo, "Go to Weibo, if you can't get out, I'll kill you."

Zhou Huo was stunned by the bombardment on the Internet. He counted with his fingers, but he didn't quite understand it. He still couldn't believe it. He went to Weibo and took a look. He saw that the fans were already engaged in a lottery draw before putting it down. Xin, murmured and nodded, "Although I knew it was safe to appear in Group A, I'm still a little excited... What's going on... I've qualified, I've qualified... The team I lead has also qualified for the World Championship, Our new team also has such a day, we have the confidence to continue to tear the holy sword, we can continue to fight, thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Zhou Huo was talking on his mobile phone, his eyes were red for no reason, afraid of being discovered by Lao Qiao and the others, Zhou Huo ordered other staff to post on Weibo, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

When Zhou Huo came out of the bathroom, he was meeting the players who came back from the front court with their peripherals. Zhou Huo looked at his own male god team who was coming towards him. She wanted to find someone to hug her, but she saw Chen Huo gritted her teeth and slapped Shi Luo on the back.

The corners of Shi Luo's mouth curled up slightly, neither dodging nor dodging, he fell forward when he was photographed, and laughed softly, "... trash."

"Snatch the head! Snatch the head! Snatch the head!" Chen Huo was so angry that he couldn't help patting Shi Luo's back with the mouse pad, "You are a rookie, what does it matter if you show off? Not even an MVP game, do you know how embarrassing it is? Little brat..."

Shi Luo was chewing gum, and was pushed into the door of his lounge by Chen Huo, "I'm old, I can't keep up with the operation, who is to blame?"

Chen was furious and wanted to hit Shi Luo, but was blocked by Yu Sui indiscriminately, "It's almost done, and you can't finish hitting in front of me?"

Chen Huo wanted to pinch Yu Sui again, but before he could move, Zhou Huo hugged him.

Zhou Huo was so excited that the team had qualified in the group stage, he hugged Chen Huo and gave him a hard rub.

Except for Zhou Huo, everyone else was very indifferent, including Shi Luo who also entered the World Championship for the first time.

Everyone stopped joking when they entered their lounge, sat down and drank a couple of sips of water, and listened carefully to Old Qiao and the data analysts replaying the previous game with them. Sui and the others rested for about an hour and were about to make a BO1.

After quickly replaying the last game, and telling the players what each player needs to optimize, Old Qiao turned around and said to Zhou Huo, "We won the fourth round, and the qualifying has been stabilized. Now... close the door, turn off the camera and microphone, Is anyone wearing a portable mic? Turn it off, if it doesn’t turn off, just unplug the power.”

Yu Sui and Old Qiao looked at each other, sneered, and didn't speak.

Chen Huo and Puppy were stunned for a moment before they understood, nodded, "Close the door and lock it."

Zhou Huo was at a loss and did as he was told.

Several data analysts excused themselves and left the lounge before closing.

Shi Luo scanned the rest room, nothing could be hidden from Xueba's mind, and Shi Luo understood in a few seconds.

Shi Luo took out a piece of paper and spit out the chewing gum in his mouth, "Yes, it's already four points, if you want to make trouble, the end has to start..."

Zhou Huo: "..."

The smile on Chen Huo's face faded, he rolled up his mouse pad, sucked his cheek, "Give me a few minutes to think about it."

Puppy was lost in thought, "Hmm..."

Old Joe was silent.

Zhou Huo wiped the tears shed secretly from the corners of his eyes because of excitement, and said humblely, "Since I'm here, can you...give ordinary players a way out? What are you talking about, can you explain to ordinary players?"

The other five people in the room were stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhou Huo in astonishment.

Zhou Huo endured the humiliation, "My gods, what are you thinking about?"

Old Qiao subconsciously looked at several cameras in the room that had been turned off, and said, "I can't say that clearly, do you understand?"

Shi Luo said, "Let me explain to you..."

"Don't!" Old Qiao interrupted Shi Luo sensitively, "Let me tell you...if it gets out, I'll bear it. Anyway, I've retired."

Old Qiao glanced at Zhou Huo tiredly, and lowered his voice, "During the draw for the quarter-finals, the No. [-] seed was the first to qualify in the group stage, and the No. [-] seeds cannot meet in the quarter-finals, do you know that? "

Zhou Huo was just not familiar with the competition system, and it wasn't that he had a problem with his brain. He understood it instantly after hearing the words.

Group D is also a group of weak teams besides Holy Sword, and Holy Sword is firmly the first to qualify in the group stage.

Looking at the current situation of Free in Group A, it is also safe to qualify for the first place.

According to this development, according to the evasion rules of the No. [-] seed in the quarter-final draw, Free will not encounter Holy Sword at least before the semi-finals. It's smaller than number two.

Regardless of the lottery, it is impossible to achieve objectively.

If you want to have a chance to meet in advance, you need to start controlling the points now, put water under Free, and qualify for the second place in the group stage, then there is a high chance of meeting Holy Sword in the quarter-finals.

"I remember having a chat before I came here. We all want to meet Holy Sword as soon as possible and have a touch with them. As a coach, I certainly don't recommend you to control points. As a former professional player, I also hate this kind of thing. But... ..." Old Qiao narrowed his eyes, "As a simple person... Liang Zi has already formed like this, if you want to make trouble, I will not stop you."

Old Qiao had a rare look of gangsters on his face, "He almost stepped on our face, and let you play meowing... They are all human, and they are all bloody, and no one is a professional machine. Don't talk to me." Speaking of those high-sounding things, my brothers want to touch them at all costs, I understand."

"We just adjusted from No. [-] to No. [-]. We didn't harm anyone, it didn't affect our group, and we don't need to have any psychological burden."

"Of course, I just don't stop you. The three of you are the ones who are sold, and the three of you are the ones who suffer here. Make your own decisions, but hurry up." Old Qiao said quickly, "If you want to qualify for the second place, the next one Start paddling at the beginning of the field, let's take the number two spot, and wait for God's will when we come back to draw lots, if you encounter it, you will die or I will live, if you don't want to do this, then treat me as a fart."

Old Joe calmly said, "As an old teammate, I'm just reminding you when to start controlling points."

The training room was quiet for more than ten seconds.

Old Qiao looked at Zhou Huo and smiled, "The manager wants to strangle me now, right?"

"Of course I want to strangle you... What I want is the safest result." Zhou Huo was silent for a moment, then sighed, "But... no one is a saint at all, just make waves if you want, hurry up, like this, Voting by secret ballot will be a joke in the future, so don’t blame anyone, it’s secret ballot anyway.”

Yu Sui couldn't help laughing, "It's a long way to think."

"Otherwise?!" Zhou Huo is just not familiar with the competition system, but he is familiar with team management, "In the future, you will die in the quarter-finals, and if you regret it, there will be no one to blame. Well, I know you have a good relationship. Right? Come, come, come..."

Zhou Huo took four pieces of paper of the same size and the same pen and distributed them to several people, "If you control the points, draw a circle on the second line, if you don't control the points, draw a cross for the normal line, half a minute, speed, put it on the table after writing, don't Leave a crease."

Everyone took the pen and paper and put it on the table after writing.

Zhou Huo was still somewhat selfish, and didn't want everyone to control the points. After everyone finished writing, he said, "It's easy for the four to get a tie, and Shi Luo's won't be counted. Anyway, you haven't been sold."

Shi Luo was stunned for a moment, what Zhou Huo said was also reasonable, Shi Luo nodded, took his piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball.

"Stop moaning and chirping!"

Zhou Huo took the remaining three pieces of paper and randomly changed the order. Pressing his hands on the three pieces of paper, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and a layer of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

Zhou Huo gritted his teeth, "Whether I am lucky or not, when I meet you people..."

Zhou Huo took a deep breath, picked up a piece of paper and spread it out!

Cross.

Zhou Huo's eyes lit up, and he didn't control points.

Zhou Huo quickly opened another piece of paper.

Cross.

The third sheet:

Still a cross.

Three people, all of them choose not to control points.

Sweat dripped from Zhou Huo's forehead, and he let out a long sigh of relief, "Damn... are you acting to scare me into playing this whole thing?! Everything is business as usual, just play number one and qualify."

Old Qiao raised his eyes to look at the three of them, with complicated eyes, relieved in his heart, and a little unwilling, he couldn't help but said, "Brothers... Brother Wicked has already done it for you, you really don't have to do this... Isn't it tiring to be a saint every day? Damn How many years have you been working hard and sticking to your integrity? What was left behind? Who saw it? Who took care of you because of this? It’s not shameful to want to take a sigh of relief for yourself!"

"No one saw it, and no one thought of me because of it." Yu Sui was not surprised by this result, otherwise he would not have indulged Zhou Huo in making this vote, Yu Sui said softly, "But...I saw it myself Well, I know it myself, forget it, it’s too hypocritical to say such things..."

Puppy was also a little reconciled, he said helplessly, "I wanted to do it for a second, but... I can't."

"Hey, I'm too hypocritical and don't want to say it, let me say it." Chen Huo's face was not natural, and he usually made more harsh words than the other, and he really didn't want to say a few good words, Chen Huo's face turned a little red , said in a rough voice, "I have worn the Holy Sword team uniform for two years, and it can't be washed clean. We recognize it, then... there must be something clean, right? We didn't control too much! We didn't do this kind of thing."

Old Qiao's throat choked, and he was too embarrassed to say what he wanted to say. He got up and copied the three pieces of paper into his hand, tore them up without saying a word, and threw them into the trash can.

Zhou Huo rubbed his face, and smiled to drive the atmosphere, "Okay, okay, let's pretend nothing happened, come here... Do you want a snack? The end will begin soon."

"Wait." Yu Sui looked at Shi Luo, "Evil, open your phone and take a look."

Shi Luo held the ball of paper in his hand and was taken aback.

Chen Huo squinted at Shi Luo, "He probably wants to control points?"

"Of course Shishen wanted to make trouble, anyway, it has nothing to do with the result." Puppy looked at Shi Luo, also curious, "What are you?"

Shi Luo unfolded the ball of paper in his hand and slapped it on the table.

There is also a cross mark on the paper.

Shi Luo's eyes were also somewhat unwilling, he raised his eyes to look at Yu Sui, and said in a low voice irritatedly, "When I entered the industry, what the hell was Yu Sui who taught me the rules one by one, so I can control points? What are you thinking. "

Yu Sui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly, "Good boy."

The rest of the people burst out laughing, Shi Luo was embarrassed, and tore up his own note angrily.

On the same day, the Group A group match officially ended. Free won the first place in the group with a score of 6-0 and became the first qualifying team in this World Championship.

After the last BO1 match, the staff hurriedly ran to the soundproof room of the match to inform Yu Sui that the captain was going to be interviewed.

Yu Sui took off his earphones and got up, and was about to go, when Shi Luo beside him frowned and said, "Why is the captain going again?"

The staff froze for a second, looked at Shi Luo suspiciously, and asked back, "Usually the captain is there, what's the situation here?"

Yu Sui also looked at Shi Luo.

Shi Luo, who won the first qualifying spot and missed the qualification to fight against Shengjian in advance, was not happy, and said stiffly, "I want to go!"

Yu Sui: "..."

Chen Huo, who was dismantling his own peripherals, choked.

"Strange." Puppy was speechless, talking to himself while dismantling the peripherals, "There are still people who like to be interviewed these days. I really saw all the strange powers and chaos in this year's World Championship..."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Sui said to the staff, "I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, and I want to take a rest, can we let our team members replace me?"

The staff were shocked by Yu Scumbag's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, and he didn't dare to say that Yu Sui was pretending to be sick, so he swallowed and said reluctantly, "Of course... that's fine."

Shi Luo, who had been suffocated since watching Captain Holy Sword's interview, finally looked better.

Yu Sui whistled at Shi Luo, "The acting captain, go, I'll get you the peripherals."

Shi Luo hummed and followed the staff.

Acting captain Guan Wei is not small, and confirmed with the staff while walking: "Are there many reporters interviewing?"

"Are they good?"

"Is your translator okay? I can be bilingual myself, and you can translate if you insist, but don't weaken my sharp words, you know?"

"Free is very good, he is the favorite team to win the championship this time, you guys consider extending the interview time."

"I can cooperate."

"I... oh, I, good, many, talk, think, say."

Shi Luo, wearing a peaked cap and pockets of trousers after qualifying in Group A, which is recognized as the "waste if you don't qualify", walked out of the world champion team and condescendingly went to be interviewed.