The Saint club has always been very popular in the circle. They are usually friendly with others and have a good relationship with any club. It is rarely heard that they have friction with which club. Now such a good-tempered Saint is so angry that he goes to the Internet to start a group. , the rest of the domestic e-sports clubs can't bear to see it.
The owner of Wanzhongshan Club remembers that Free went to their home game to mention their players' affection. The first one to follow, their boss is shameless, and directly said that I am a stinky fish and a rotten shrimp. Our club's performance is even worse. I didn't make it to the World Championship, and I can't do it if you want to. I'm afraid you are a ghost. I'm bored at home without a game in the new season, just to tear you apart.
The rest of the clubs followed one after another, and finally the Buffalo, who had a holiday with Free, couldn't bear it anymore. As the captain, Grumpy Book applied for a Twitter account for their team, and also actively joined the battle, tearing into a ball.
When his own team played in the second round of the group stage, Zhou Huo grabbed his hair and watched all kinds of gods fight on the Internet. He was shocked and speechless.
Before the start of the World Championship, Zhou Huo thought that after coming to Germany, his team might have a little friction with the Holy Sword, so he prepared several sets of public relations in advance, but he never expected that the situation would suddenly escalate and evolve. It became a regional battle.
Everyone is up.
Zhou Huo couldn't stop pulling his hair and collapsed, "I have no problem with my business skills, but may I ask how I should do public relations now? Really, I won't lie to you... Before I came, I prepared a lot of bilingual public relations with my people. The draft is firm, the angle is novel, the wording is exquisite, and it is true that I took it to the United Nations as a speech draft..."
Old Joe and a few data analysts stared at the synchronous live broadcast screen of the game, and took the time to comfortably say, "I lost it, don't feel bad, everyone has already started to fuck each other's ancestors, no one has time to watch your bitch. It's a PR draft."
With blood dripping from his heart, Zhou Huo clutched his chest and gritted his teeth, "I stayed up all night and wrote so many beautiful bilingual PR drafts..."
Zhou Huo reluctantly deleted the manuscript, leaned behind Lao Qiao, watched the video for a while, but couldn't understand it, and asked, "What's going on on the field?"
"Do you think it's only the Internet that's going crazy?" Old Qiao's boss stared at the screen, "I couldn't control it on the field, they all went on fire, except for Yu Sui, who was the same as usual, and the remaining three Everyone is 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 on the Free side that kept beating on the screen... A few of his own players were a bit brutal.
Zhou Huo asked cautiously, "Anyway... Surely you can win, right?"
"Nonsense." Lao Qiao said without raising his head, "Look at the expressions of the Vietnam team for yourself."
The data analyst said sympathetically, "That's the expression of longing for a quick end to the game, and the expression of praying for the gods on the opposite side to stop... Although they are opponents in the same group, I feel distressed when I see them."
The camera showed a close-up of the Vietnamese team players, and their faces became stiffer than the other. Zhou Huo smiled dryly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's not aimed at you, you just hit the muzzle of the gun."
Free's fourth BO1 in the Group A group stage ended in 19 minutes, and Free scored another point.
Old Joe smashed the table, "Nice! Qualified!"
Zhou Huo was still frightened, and he was shocked when he heard the words, "Out? This is out? No, don't be blind! In theory, won't you get five points to qualify?"
"Theoretically, we need to get five points, but there are no other two teams in our group that have won four games." The data analyst elaborated, "There is no super-experienced baby who didn't get a point, so According to the number of games played so far, even if the other teams finish all the games, there will be no three-four-two situation. Your theory is no longer valid. We are out, at least No. 2 qualified already."
Zhou Huo didn't understand a word, "What are you talking about..."
"It's nothing, just listen to us, it's already out." Lao Qiao was too lazy to explain to Zhou Huo, "Let's post on Weibo, if you can't get out of the line, I'll cut it off."
Zhou Huo was stunned by the artillery fire on the Internet. He figured it out with his fingers. He didn't quite understand it. He couldn't believe it. Heart, nodding in a murmur, "Although I already knew that it would be safe to appear in Group A, I am still a little excited about what's going on... I have qualified for the qualifying, and I have qualified for the qualifying... The team I led has also qualified for the World Championships, our new The team also has such a day, we have the confidence to continue to tear the holy sword, we can continue to play, thank you, thank you, thank you…”
Zhou Huo was talking with his mobile phone, his eyes were blushing for no reason, fearing that Lao Qiao and the others would find out, 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 facing the players who came back from the front court with the peripherals. Zhou Huo looked at the oncoming men's gods, and everyone felt kissed. He wanted to find someone to hug, but saw Chen Huo grit his teeth and slap Shi Luo on the back.
The corners of Shi Luo's mouth twitched slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and fell forward when he was photographed, chuckling softly, "… trash."
"Grab the head! Grab the head! Grab the head!" Chen was so angry that he couldn't pat Shi Luo's back with his mouse, "You're a newcomer, what does it matter if you show or not? I'm an old player, with the same profession as you, until now. You don't even have an MVP, you're embarrassed, don't you know
Shi Luo chewed gum and was pushed into the door of his lounge by Chen Huo, "I'm old and can't keep up with the operation, who's to blame?"
Chen was so angry that he still wanted to hit Shi Luo, but Yu Sui blocked him without a trace, "Almost there, you can't finish fighting in front of me?"
Chen Huo wanted to pinch Yu Sui again, but before he could move, he was hugged by Zhou Huo.
Zhou Huo was really excited when the team qualified for the group stage, he hugged Chen Huo and rubbed it hard.
Except for Zhou Huo, everyone else was indifferent, including Shi Luo, who also entered the World Championship for the first time.
When everyone entered their lounge, they stopped joking. They sat down and drank two sips of water. They listened carefully to Lao Qiao and the data analysts to replay the last game with them. Time did not wait for anyone. Sui, they will play a BO1 in about an hour after the end of the game.
Quickly replaying the previous game, after telling the players the points that each player needs to optimize, Lao Qiao turned back to Zhou Huo and said, "We won the fourth game, the qualifying has been stabilized, now... close the door, turn off the camera microphone, someone Are you wearing a portable mic? Turn it off, and unplug it if it won't turn off."
Yu Sui and Lao Qiao looked at each other, sneered, and said nothing.
Chen Huo and Puppy were stunned for a while and then understood, and nodded, "Close the door and lock it."
Zhou Huo was confused and did as he was told.
Several data analysts made excuses and left the lounge before closing.
Shi Luo swept around the lounge, nothing could be hidden from Xueba's mind, and Shi Luo understood in a few seconds.
Shi Luo took a piece of paper and spat 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 his mouse pad into a ball, and slapped his chin, "Give me a few minutes to think about it."
Puppy froze, "Um..."
Old Joe was silent.
Zhou Huo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes that he had secretly shed because of excitement, and said humbly, "Since I have left me, can you... give ordinary players a way to survive? What are you talking about? Can you explain to ordinary players?"
The other five people in the room were stunned and looked at Zhou Huo in astonishment.
Zhou Huo endured the humiliation, "Excuse me, all the gods, what are you thinking about?"
Old Qiao subconsciously looked at several cameras in the house that had been turned off, and said, "I can't say this clearly, do you understand?"
Shi Luo said, "I'll explain to you..."
"Don't!" Old Qiao interrupted Shi Luo sensitively, "Let me tell you... If it gets out, I'll carry it, I've already retired anyway."
Lao Qiao gave Zhou Huo a tired look and lowered his voice, "During the draw for the quarter-finals, the first qualifying team during the group stage was the No. 1 seed, and the No. 1 seeds can't meet in the quarter-finals, do you know? "
Zhou Huo was just unfamiliar with the competition system, not because he had a problem with his brain, he understood instantly after hearing the words.
In addition to Shengjian, Group D is also a group of weak teams, and the Shengjian team is the first to qualify for the group stage.
Looking at the current situation of Free, Group A is also stable No. 1 to qualify.
According to this development, according to the evasion rules for the No. 1 seed in the quarter-finals draw, Free will not be able to encounter the Holy Sword at least before the semi-finals. Because of the reason of being divided into half divisions, as the No. 1 seed, the chance of encountering in the semi-finals is also very high. Smaller than the second.
Regardless of the lottery, it is impossible to achieve in objective fact.
If you want to have a chance to meet in advance, that is to start controlling points now, put water under Free, and qualify for the second place in the group stage, then there is a small chance of encountering the Holy Sword in the quarter-finals.
"I remember talking once before I came here. We all want to meet the holy sword as soon as possible and touch them. As a coach, of course I 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, "I am a simple person... Liang Zi has already formed this way. If you want to make waves, I will not stop you."
There was a rare look of arrogance on Lao Qiao's face, "They almost stepped on our face, and they used to let you play cat meowing... They are all human, they have blood, and no one is a professional machine, don't tell me Those high-sounding ones, my brothers want to touch them at all costs, I understand."
"We just changed from No. 1 to No. 2. We didn't hurt anyone, it didn't affect our group, and we didn't need to have any psychological burden."
"Of course, I just didn't stop it. The three of you were sold, and the three of you suffered here too. Make your own decisions, but hurry up." Lao Qiao said quickly, "If you want No. 2 to qualify, next We started paddling at the beginning of the field, let’s take the No. 2 spot, and when we come back to draw lots, we will see God’s will, if it happens that you will die or I will live, if you don’t want to do this, then treat me as a fart.”
Lao Qiao calmly said, "I'm just an old teammate, reminding you when to start scoring points."
The training room was quiet for ten seconds.
Lao Qiao looked at Zhou Huo and smiled, "Does the manager want to strangle me now?"
"Of course I want to strangle you... I want the safest results." Zhou Huo was silent for a moment, then sighed, "But... no one is a saint, if you want to make waves, make waves, hurry up, this way, keep anonymity Vote, it will be fun in the future, don't blame anyone, it will be anonymous anyway."
Yu Sui couldn't help laughing, "It's a long way to go."
"Otherwise?!" Zhou Huo was just unfamiliar with the competition system, but he was familiar with team management, "In the future, you will die in the quarterfinals, and you won't find anyone to blame if you regret it. Well, I know you have a good relationship. huh? come come..."
Zhou Huo took four pieces of paper of the same size and the same pen and sent them to a few people, "When you control the score, take the second line and draw a circle. If you don't control the score, draw a cross for the normal line. Half a minute, speed. Leave creases."
Everyone took a 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 wrote it down, he said, "Four people are easy to equalize the votes, and Shi Luo's will not be counted. Anyway, you were not sold."
Shi Luo was stunned, Zhou Huo was right, Shi Luo nodded, took his piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball.
"No more chirping!"
Zhou Huo took the other three pieces of paper and changed the order randomly, 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, "Is my life good or bad, when I meet you guys..."
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 his points.
Zhou Huo quickly opened another piece of paper.
Cross.
Third sheet:
Still a cross.
Three people, all choose not to control points.
Sweat dripped from Zhou Huo's forehead, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Damn... Are you acting to scare me into playing?! It's business as usual, just play No. 1 and qualify."
Lao Qiao raised his eyes to look at the three of them, his eyes were complicated, his heart was relieved, and he was a little unwilling. He couldn't help but said, "Brothers... The wicked brother has already done it for you, you really don't need to do this... Is it not tiring to be a saint every day? Fuck hard work. How many years have you been holding on to your integrity? What happened before? Who saw it? Who has taken care of you because of this? It’s not ashamed to want to take a sigh of relief for yourself!”
"No one saw it, and no one thought of me because of this." Yu Sui was not surprised by the result, otherwise he wouldn't let Zhou Huo get this vote, Yu Sui said softly, "But... I saw it myself. , I know it myself, forget it, it's too hypocritical to say this..."
Puppy was also a little unwilling, 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 tell you." Chen Huo's face was not very natural. He usually speaks more harshly than one, and he really doesn't want to say two good words. Chen Huo's face is a little red. , said harshly, "I've been wearing the Sacred Sword's team uniform for two years, and it's not clean. We recognize it, then... there must be something clean, right? We didn't control it too much! We've never done this kind of thing. 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 into pieces without saying a word, and threw them into the trash.
Zhou Huo rubbed his face and smiled to stimulate the atmosphere, "Okay, okay, as if nothing happened, come come come... Do you want to eat snacks? The end will start soon."
"Wait." Yu Sui looked at Shi Luo, "Evil, open your eyes and take a look."
Shi Luo held the paper ball in his hand and was stunned for a moment.
Chen Huo narrowed his eyes and looked at Shi Luo, "He should be trying to control points, right?"
"Of course Shishen wants to do something, it has nothing to do with the outcome anyway." Puppy looked at Shi Luo and was also curious, "What are you?"
Shi Luo unfolded the paper ball in his hand and patted it on the table.
There is also a cross on the paper.
Shi Luo's eyes were also a little unwilling. He raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Sui, and said in a low voice, "When I entered the industry, I was taught one rule by one rule by Yu Sui. I will control points? What are you thinking? "
Yu Sui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly, "Be good."
The rest of the people burst into laughter, Shi Luo was embarrassed and tore his note in a rage.
On the same day, the Group A group stage officially ended. With a 6-0 score, Free was undoubtedly the first team in the group and became the first qualifying team in this World Championship.
After the last BO1 match, the staff hurried to the soundproof room to inform Yu Sui that the captain was going to be interviewed.
Yu Sui took off his headphones and got up, and was about to go, when Shi Luo frowned, "Why is the captain going again?"
The staff was sluggish for a second, looked at Shi Luo in confusion, and asked back, "Usually the captain goes there. What's the situation on our side?"
Yu Sui also looked at Shi Luo.
Shi Luo, who won the first qualifying spot and missed the qualification to fight with the Holy Sword in advance, was not happy, and said firmly, "I want to go!"
Yu Sui: "…"
Chen Huo, who was dismantling his peripherals, choked.
"It's weird." Puppy stunned, talking to himself while dismantling the peripherals, "There are still people who like to be interviewed these days. I've seen all the weirdness in this year's World Championship..."
Without any hesitation, Yu Sui said to the staff, "I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. I want to take a break and let our team members take my place?"
The staff was shocked by Yu Scum-nan's ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense. He didn't dare to say that Yu Sui pretended to be sick, so he swallowed and said reluctantly, "Of course... that's ok."
Shi Luo's face finally got better after watching the interview with the captain of the holy sword.
Yu Sui whistled at Shi Luo, "Let's go, acting captain, I'll get you a peripheral."
Shi Luo hummed and followed the staff.
The acting captain Guan Wei is not small, and he confirms with the staff as he walks: "Are there many reporters interviewing?"
"Are they great?"
"Can your translators do it? I can be bilingual, you can do it if you insist, but don't weaken my use of words, do you know?"
"Free is very good. It is the favorite team to win the championship this time. Please consider extending the time of the interview."
"I can cooperate."
"I... ah, I, good, many, words, think, say."
Shi Luo, after qualifying from the recognized group A of the "no-qualification is a waste group", wore a peaked cap and trouser pockets, stepped out of the pace of the world championship team, and condescended to accept an interview.