In the first game, Free used super-fast tactics to quickly win the game in seventeen minutes, giving all the domestic players watching the game a dose of reassurance.
Three wins in five games and the first win in the competition does not actually represent a big advantage, but the operation of the Free four in the first game is really overwhelming, and the rhythm is too fast. Shengsheng compressed half an hour of game time in During these seventeen minutes, the commentators couldn't keep up with the operations of several people, and when they came off the stage, the knuckles of both Shi Luo and Chen Huo were slightly tingling.
Chen Huo grabbed the data analyst's hand and put it on his chest, bared his teeth, "Listen, this heart is going to jump out, right? I suspect now that you guys were messing with us when you decided this tactic. Who is responsible for the disease?!"
The data analyst couldn't stop laughing, "We didn't expect that you can operate so well in actual combat, amazing, hard work and hard work."
"Do you want to change tactics in the end?" Old Qiao asked Yu Sui, "They are too tired, and your brain is too tight when you command. If you keep fighting like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. Do you want to slow down?"
Yu Sui asked the staff for a heating pad, took it in his hand and rubbed it hard, then pulled Shi Luo's hand and pressed it on the back of Shi Luo's hand, shaking his head, "No need."
There was not much time at halftime, there were people all around, and I had to discuss tactics with the coaching staff. I didn't have time to pull Shi Luo to avoid people and say anything. Yu Sui was everyone in the lounge, including the staff of the competition team. Existence, rubbing Shi Luo's hands with hot posts, "Does it hurt?"
Shi Luo nodded, "It's a bit... but it doesn't affect the next game, no problem."
Chen Huo's hand also hurts. Assaulter's operation intensity is stronger than other professions. Playing this tactic completely uses him and Shi Luo as animals. Chen Huo gritted his teeth and glanced at Yu Sui, and deliberately turned to the fire, " First say you don't need to change the routine, then ask if it hurts, Shi Luo wants to say that it hurts very much, do you want to change the routine?"
The referee team came in and asked Yu Sui to sign to confirm the result of the previous match. Yu Sui still held Shi Luo in one hand, took the pen in the other, bit off the cap, and quickly signed his ID, saying, "No change."
Chen Huo took the hot post that Puppy handed him and covered his hands, tsk tsk, "Shishen, look at what kind of peerless scumbag you found."
Shi Luo raised his eyes and looked at Yu Sui, and said in a low voice, "I'm looking for a scumbag... Did you know it sooner?"
"Hey, the two of them are half a pound, what kind of good person is Shi Luo?" Puppy said coolly, "Playing with Yu Sui's feelings... I slept with Yu Sui... Yu Sui is not allowed to disclose their relationship, really, you replace Whisper. As an ordinary person, is Shi Luo a complete scum?"
Knowing that the player was adjusting the tense atmosphere, several staff members around the player laughed, and the data analyst rushed to explain the problems that a few players faced in the last game and the problems that may be encountered by using this tactic in the next game. , Yu Sui held Shi Luo's hand from beginning to end.
Zhou Huo stood at the very edge, racing against time to see the report, "I just went to the holy sword lounge and walked around, a group of Sima faces! That arrogant arrogance is gone, I can't understand German, I must be cursing anyway, Keep up the good work, everyone.”
"Don't look down on the enemy." Lao Qiao was afraid of the poisonous milk, and tried his best to hold his face, "Continue in the next game, and the other side is not a vegetarian. We were completely stunned by us just now. Next time, you will see the tricks. Yu Sui, now the pressure is on you, the tactics of racing against time, if you withdraw sooner, you will lose money, if you withdraw later, you will overturn the car, whether it is life or death is entirely up to you..."
Old Joe paused, "No way, this job can only be done by people who never make mistakes, Yu Shen... Life and death are all on you, can you handle it?"
Yu Sui nodded, "You don't need to give me psychological counseling, just tell Chen Huo about the last problem you just hit."
When the game ended, Chen Huo didn't hold back and made a small mistake. Lao Qiao nodded and went to emphasize his usual positioning problem with Chen Huo.
Yu Sui took a deep breath, put both hands on Shi Luo's and rubbed.
The referee reminded everyone that the second round was about to start, everyone nodded, and finally took a sip of water and walked out. No one paid attention to others, only Lao Qiao, who was walking at the end, noticed that Yu Sui lowered his head and kissed Shi Luo on the hand. Shi Luo let go.
A straight man like Old Qiao, looking at the backs of Yu Sui and Shi Luo, his heart suddenly soured.
It's not that Yu scumbag doesn't feel bad.
That was his Shi Luo. After a game, Shi Luo's hands were shaking due to overuse, how could he not feel distressed
Zhou Huo looked back at Lao Qiao and followed Lao Qiao's gaze -
The back of Shi Luo's fair-skinned hand was burnt with a few red spots from the hot post, and then take a closer look... Yu Sui's right palm was also burned red.
Lao Qiao looked at Zhou Huo inadvertently, smiled embarrassingly, shook his head and said in an unnatural tone, "What is this, how painful can it be? It's not like I'm so tired every day..."
Having said that, Lao Qiao's face became a little darker than before, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.
I don't know if he was infected by the light signs that filled the sky before the start of the game, and old Joe was more sensitive than before.
Lao Qiao watched the four players leave the lounge, and after everyone had left, he forced a smile at the data analysts and Zhou Huo, "Hey, if you want to win, you have to suffer a little more than others, if you think it's a genius, Don't you have to suffer? That's also... "
The follower in the lounge turned the camera to Lao Qiao, Lao Qiao was embarrassed to talk down, waved his hand, and sat down.
How to train in the past, in order to hide how the tactical players practiced at the base behind their backs, everyone in this room knows, needless to say.
Zhou Huo has always been protective of the calf. He knew that he was not to blame for the decision of the coaching staff, but forced him to say, "Actually, this kind of killer move can be taken out after the third and fourth games..."
"Shut up." The data analyst said weakly, "On the day after the top eight draws, when we were discussing tactics... Evil himself proposed it. He put the killer move that he had hidden for a long time at the beginning, and he was stunned by the holy sword. ."
Zhou Huo was speechless, there was nothing to say.
Players will rest at halftime, and spectators outside the stadium do not need to rest. There is a gap during the halftime break, and pre-recorded video of the players will be displayed in the competition venue.
At this moment, a video of blessings recorded by the Holy Sword family for the Holy Sword players is being played on the giant screen in the outfield.
Lao Qiao frowned as he watched the video of Shengjian's family blessing on the live broadcast interface, "Isn't all these uploaded before the game? What's there to show again..."
No player's parent in his own team participated in this session, and Lao Qiao didn't bother to watch it at all.
Zhou Huo raised his eyes and glanced at it with a sullen face, "It's okay, let them let them go, as if we didn't."
Old Qiao looked at Zhou Huo unexpectedly, "Where did we come from?"
"Don't worry about it, we have it anyway." Zhou Huo said firmly, "Let them go this time, and we'll let them go at halftime."
Old Qiao frowned, "You... did you contact their family to record it?"
"There are two rich second-generations in a team, and one family is more powerful than the other. Who can I contact?" Zhou Huo smiled helplessly, "No, don't ask, you can see it after the game... Don't dare to disturb them. Family members, players will definitely not let them, anyway…”
Zhou Huo whispered, "...No matter what our players are, they have always been self-reliant, and they should be used to it."
Lao Qiao was silent for a moment, then forced a smile, "I don't know if it's because of protecting the calf, why do I always feel... No matter what, we are more difficult than others?"
"They are all the same players, and they don't earn more than other professional players of the same level. Why do our players always take a few more detours and suffer more?"
Zhou Huo suffocated and waved his hand, "Don't be provocative, please, my tears will wait for the finals to end, yes, today is the finals, and then..."
Zhou Huo got up, straightened his clothes, and said softly, "How can the road to become a god be so easy?"
"Not to mention..." The data analyst interjected weakly, "Evil was the first to propose the tactics today, and the remaining three agreed."
The data analyst looked at the little brother who was not very imposing, and said, "I will be criticized by fans after the post-match voice. I can also learn from Manager Zhou and ask our camera brother to give me this nameless person. A brief shot of people?"
Zhou Huo laughed angrily, "What do you learn from me? Whatever you want, shoot whatever you like."
Zhou Huo thought silently: Anyway, how to edit in the later stage is up to me. If I give you a knife and cut it all, there is nothing you can do.
Followed the little brother diligently and opened the camera lens at the data analyst, indicating that it is ok.
The data analyst looked at the camera and said humbly: "Fans, if your favorite player is overworked after the game... For example, Whisper overworked his brain, or Evil Chenhuo overworked his hands and got a work injury, don't blame our coaching staff, this tactic We cooperated with the players to develop well, but how to run and arrange the entire BO5 is the player's own decision, as for why do you decide..."
The data analyst swallowed, "After the game, if the results of the game can satisfy the players, they should say it in the post-match interview."
In the soundproof room at the front of the arena, Shi Luo moved his hands with red knuckles, looked at the IDs of the Holy Sword opposite the game, and said coldly, "Because I want to keep a clean sheet, shave my head, and want to 3-0."
"I'd rather have my hand broken than if the Holy Sword can't get a point in the quarter-finals."