Shen Huai and Song Xueyang returned to their room, and the rain poured down outside the house, washing away the sweltering heat of the past few days.
Song Xueyang closed the curtains, "It's cold, don't turn on the air conditioner, lest you catch a cold after taking a shower."
"Well," Shen Huai looked at Song Xueyang's methodical movements and couldn't help but ask, "Are you... disappointed?"
Song Xueyang said with a smile, "Winning or losing is a common thing in military affairs, not to mention this is the finals, winning or losing is normal."
He took Shen Huai's hand and sat down on the sofa, "Xiaolang is a strong team that can win two championships in a row. The team has strong commanding ability, and the players are not weak. Fengyue still has many shortcomings and loses. Although the game is a pity, it is also very beneficial to learn lessons from this game."
Shen Huai didn't speak.
He also understands that if there is a win, there will be a loss, but Fengyue's journey has been so smooth that he almost forgot what a championship is what a player can't get in his entire career.
Seeing that he was silent, Song Xueyang took him into his arms and patted his shoulder gently.
"I know you are disappointed that you didn't win the championship. It is your dream to become a champion and prove yourself, but isn't the dream precious because it can't be realized casually? You have the strength and ability, and there are still many competitions in the future. , I promise we will win the championship."
Shen Huai was lying in Song Xueyang's arms, and when he heard his low and gentle voice coming from above his head, his empty heart seemed to be filled by a gust of warm wind. He replied softly, "I know."
"Then are you disappointed?" Song Xueyang asked softly.
Shen Huai keenly noticed that Song Xueyang's heartbeat was a few beats faster, and his body was also a little tense. He raised his head and Song Xueyang smiled, "What's wrong?"
That smile couldn't be more natural.
Shen Huai shook his head, "It's not disappointing, it's just a pity. Are you satisfied with everyone's performance?"
Song Xueyang said without hesitation, "You all played very well. The level of your performance on the spot was even higher than that of the assault practice. I'm already very satisfied."
Shen Huai stared at him closely, "You are satisfied with us, but what about yourself?"
Song Xueyang's smile didn't change, but he didn't speak, just touched his head and stood up.
Sure enough, he was blaming himself.
Shen Huai realized that something was wrong when he heard him carefully asking if he was disappointed.
He followed behind Song Xueyang and said, "Didn't you tell me that winning or losing is a matter of life in the military, there are still many competitions in the future, and you will definitely win the championship?"
"But I owe you a championship. I promised you, and I promised you to take the championship trophy to make amends to you, to prove to you that there is nothing wrong with joining Maple Moon, but I broke my promise."
Song Xueyang pulled the corners of his mouth, "Where do you think we lost tonight?"
Shen Huai pursed his lips and did not answer.
Of course he knew the answer, but he didn't want to say it.
"Team battle." Song Xueyang said.
He leaned in front of the window, his deep eyes almost merged with the night, "Why don't we play 2V2, which means that 2V2 is the best breakthrough for us to defeat Xiaolang, two 2V2s plus a team battle to win Xiaolang , I had planned to do so."
Shen Huai's eyes darkened, Xiaolang and Fengyue were the only real T1-level gods, Song Xueyang, Guan He and Tang Wenlang, but Song Xueyang's sniper was not suitable for 1v1, he didn't play, Zhou Ning ran into Tang Wenlang Wen Lang's chances of winning are very small, so it is actually difficult to win 1v1.
2v2 and teamfights are their main battlefields, but they never expected that even with Song Xueyang, the team-fighting god, in charge, Fengyue's teamfights still didn't win a single round.
"Team battle is a battlefield of six people, how can I blame you alone?"
Song Xueyang quickly replied, "Because you all have played very well. If you really want to say that there is something wrong with teamfighting, it is because I didn't notice it during training."
He took Shen Huai's hand and looked at each finger carefully, "The most uncomfortable thing for me is that when I swore to pull you to join Fengyue, I failed to fulfill the promise I made to you at that time. I want to see you. To win the championship, to reach the peak of professional e-sports, and to be the one who will help you move forward, but it is also me who is holding you back at the critical moment.”
Shen Huai's breath stagnated, and he suddenly remembered what Song Xueyang said when the two of them accepted the show together.
— My dream is to make his dream come true.
Before meeting Song Xueyang, Shen Huai never knew that one person could change his life goals for another person, and he couldn't believe that such sincere feelings would fall on him. But after meeting Song Xueyang, he realized the beauty of fighting side by side and moving forward together, as well as the sincere feeling of wanting to be good to one person.
He held Song Xueyang's hand with his backhand and said firmly, "The championship is not yours alone, so it's not your fault that you lose. You are the one who helped me move forward. Without you, Cang Yu would not be able to win today. Win what?"
Song Xueyang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and kissed his forehead, "I'm just analyzing the reason for tonight's defeat, why are you so serious? But thank you anyway."
Shen Huai knew that he was just perfunctory, and was about to say something when Song Xueyang's cell phone rang.
As he picked it up, he walked around the room, "Brother Kun... um, no, what's wrong?"
Shen Huai only heard the first few sentences, but he also knew what Brother Kun was talking about.
Just now, Brother Kun posted a paragraph in the team group, asking them not to participate in the topic discussion on Weibo, nor to post Weibo or incite fans.
Shen Huai opened Weibo curiously, and the first trending search was unsurprisingly #NationalFinalsEnded, Xiaolang won the championship for three consecutive times#, but if you scroll down, it will change.
[#Feather God Maple Moon# 6v6 lost two games in a row, is this still the maple moon that is the signature team battle in my memory? However, the 2V2 that the team did not play in Guan won two games. If it wasn't for the 2V2 that was played first in the schedule tonight, I'm afraid I would have been beaten 3:0 by Xiaolang. The quality of this finals is really not that bad, except for Yushen's complete There is no point to watch. I think Fengyue has recruited a great god and does not want to make progress.]
[#The national finals are over, Xiaolang won the championship for three consecutive times# Xiaolang is awesome! In the case of being led by 2:0, the score was tied, and the defeat turned into a victory. After the team played, the strength was crushed! Only Yushen on Fengyue’s side is struggling to support him. If you want me to say that Yushen was in the wrong team in the first place, if Yushen goes to Xiaolang, China will definitely have the hope of winning the world championship this year!]
[#WG 3rd place cheers# I have already said that Fengyue's level is not good at all, it is not up to the standard of the finals at all, but who makes people lick dogs too much! How is it now? The two team battles played like shi. If our team hadn't been injured to save Yushen, what happened to Fengyue in the finals? !]
[#WG runner-up come on# I feel sorry for Team Yan, Fengyue's level is really not worthy of winning WG. This level will still account for a place in the World Championship. I think the hope of winning this year's World Championship is still pinned on Xiaolang.]
[# Yushen Fengyue# 6V6 sleepwalking in the audience, I don't know what Fengyue is thinking. In the second battle of the head of state, Yushen, an assassin, started a group. The new era of White Mantra was only known to Yushen every time. It was a big laugh. Is your usual training content how to lie down and say 666?]
[#Feather God Maple Moon##WG 3rd Runner Up Come on# If you can't beat the fast attack flow of the Three Swordsmen of the Snapdragon, can you beat our WG chain bonus flow? If Team Yan hadn't been injured, Fengyue wouldn't even be able to win the runner-up, at most it would have been the third runner-up. Oh, I heard that Fengyue was able to beat God of War in the group stage because the hostage rescue mode Yushen 1V6 made a strong comeback. In this way, if the hostages were not rescued randomly in the third place competition, they would not be able to beat God of War. In the end, it's still fourth, and it's no different from last year, but this year's luck is better than last year.]
Shen Huai frowned after reading a few of them. He also read these kinds of comments when he was still in the entertainment industry. Every year, the losing side of the national finals was never scolded, but at that time, he didn't have the same empathy that he has now. Understand how much harm these abuses will cause to players who lose the game and are deeply doubting themselves.
Song Xueyang hung up the phone, took Shen Huai's cell phone for a few quick glances, and returned it to him as if nothing had happened, "There are so many keyboard warriors, there are so many who can't tell the difference between skills, don't worry about it. "
Shen Huai nodded, wanting to continue the topic just now and enlighten Song Xueyang, when he saw him take out his notebook and sit down at the table.
"what are you going to do?"
"Brother Kun asked me to write a final analysis report and give it to the club. Go take a shower first."
Song Xueyang didn't seem to be affected in any way, and even the previous lost words seemed to be just casual mentions. He knew that Song Xueyang was a strong person who could quickly cheer up, but Shen Huai was still afraid that he would force himself too hard.
He looked down at his mobile phone, caught a glimpse of the message his father had sent him "Come on", and suddenly had an idea.
"Then I'll go take a shower first." He deliberately put his phone beside Song Xueyang's desk and entered the bathroom.
Song Xueyang's writing was engrossing. In his opinion, this analysis book was not only an errand given by the club, but also his own review.
While writing, Shen Huai's cell phone rang, and Song Xueyang knocked on the bathroom door with his cell phone, "Shen Huai, you're on the phone."
Shen Huai's voice was mixed with the sound of water, and it was incomprehensible, "Help me pick it up first."
"it is good."
Song Xueyang looked down and saw that the name of the caller ID was "Shen Nuo".
He did a little psychological construction before answering the phone, "Hello, uncle."
There was silence for a moment, "Where's Shen Huai?"
"He's taking a shower, let me answer the phone for him, or wait for him to come out and let him call you back?"
"No, I have to film later. Are you his captain?"
"Yes, uncle."
"Then let me ask you, how is Shen Huai's mood?"
Song Xueyang heard that he was worried about Shen Huai's situation, and probably knew the result of the game.
He left the bedroom and walked to the living room, "I was a little disappointed when I came back, but it's much better now. Shen Huai played very well tonight, and won last year's championship in a duel in the ring."
"Then why did you lose?"
Song Xueyang paused for a moment, then smiled, "Uncle is a world-renowned actor, but has every film his uncle made won awards? Why do actors as good as uncle sometimes fail to win awards?"
Shen Nuo didn't expect that a mere child would dare to challenge him like this. He laughed, but the laughter didn't sound annoyed, on the contrary, there was some appreciation, so that Assistant Jin couldn't help but look over.
"I think you are a sensible person. You don't need to be enlightened. It's my stupid son who is worrying about it."
Song Xueyang also guessed that when Shen Huai asked him to help answer the phone, he realized that the call was probably meant for him.
He walked further, looking at Ye Yu outside the window, his face became serious, "Uncle, have you ever lost?"
Shen Nuo sent away the staff in the house, "The first time I starred in a movie, I was nominated for Best Actor, and on the day of the final review, I lost to someone whose acting skills and script were not as good as mine, at least I think so. Yes. I asked the judges why they didn't pick me, and they said, that person is more senior than me and has already won the best actor in other regions this year for this film."
"My agent was very unconvinced when he found out, because I only made this movie for the whole year, and neither the production nor the film review was worse than that movie. I told him, forget it, wait for next year. The second year I have carefully selected a crew with the best script, the most famous director, the best actors, and the highest investment. Every scene is as perfect as possible. The actors nominated this year are also more qualified and famous than me. The big one, but in the end it was me who won the award. Because I was stronger than them, so strong that everyone could see it.”
Song Xueyang's heart was deeply shocked, and Shen Nuo's words told him two truths.
First, if you want to win, you must not only cultivate your personal skills, but also improve the overall level of the team. Second, in the face of absolute strength, other influencing factors will become negligible.
They will lose, not because of bad rhythm or bad luck, just for one reason - not strong enough.
Therefore, what he has to do now is to improve the level of each team member, so that everyone is strong enough to be seen by the whole world!
Song Xueyang suddenly became enlightened, "I understand uncle, thank you. You will definitely see Maple Moon shine in this year's World Championships!"
He hung up the phone and pushed open the bathroom door.
Shen Huai was listening to the movement outside with his ears pricked up, and was startled by him, his eyes widened, and he didn't even think of covering it.
Song Xueyang strode in and said earnestly, "Thank you, Shen Huai, I'll call everyone to a meeting tomorrow, and we'll discuss the new training plan. Let them see what Fengyue's strength is at the World Championship!"
Seeing the gloom in his eyes swept away, Shen Huai finally showed a smile, "Okay, we want to become world champions!"
"world champion."
Song Xueyang held his head and kissed him sincerely.