The match between Maple Moon and Xiaolang is the highlight of the Group A group stage, and audiences all over the world want to know who is better than the Maple Moon and Xiaolang, who have performed well all the way. From the audience's point of view, this feels like an inexorable battle.
The next day was the match against Xiaolang. That night, Song Xueyang ordered everyone to rest early, but it was simple, but everyone had more or less insomnia.
They all know that this game must be won, because there is still a long way to go, and Xiaolang is only the first stumbling block on this road, but this stumbling block is not inferior even as the ultimate Boss.
Hai Xing was lying on the bed and chatting with Zhou Jing on WeChat. He recently found that chatting with Zhou Jing was very stressful, and no matter how he turned into a bully, Zhou Jing would not be angry, but would only fight back more ruthlessly, which is also regarded as one of the starfish games. outside fun.
Zhou Ning was sitting at the table looking at his mobile phone, but he was in a daze. When the screen of the mobile phone was black, he opened it, but he didn't know what to do, and finally got up to wash up. As soon as he turned around, he saw Hai Xing's face illuminated by the screen of his mobile phone with a very happy smile, and he couldn't help asking, "Who are you chatting with?"
"Ah?" Hai Xing was hesitant, "Ah, I didn't chat with anyone, I was watching the joke."
Zhou Ning glanced at him suspiciously, walked to the bathroom door and backed away.
Hai Xing quickly hid his mobile phone, "What, what's wrong?"
"Xingxing, let me ask you," Zhou Ning's serious look made Haixing unbearably tighten the quilt, "If your good friend is about to retire, this season is his last game before he retires, what will you do?"
Hai Xing asked back, "Are you talking about Xiao Ming?"
"Uh, neither."
"Who is that?"
"No one, just like, if."
Hai Xing thought about it seriously, "If it is a teammate on the same team, I will play hard, let him win, let him have no regrets, oh yes, win the championship! Take a photo together and let everyone remember him!"
Zhou Ning shook his head again and again, "He is already very famous, so if it's different from the team, who is your opponent?"
"Opponent?" Hai Xing thought for a while, and then his expression became subtle, "That's quite difficult... If you lose and feel unwilling, if you win, you feel uneasy. Do your best, and let's talk about the results."
Zhou Ning was still shaking his head.
Hai Xing was also aroused by him, so he simply put away his phone and sat up, "Brother Ning, what about you?"
"I?"
He paused for two seconds, as if thinking of something, and chuckled lightly, the smile rippling from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his eyes, and he shook his index finger, "Of course, seize the last time to defeat him, or there will be no chance in the future."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the towel and went into the bathroom, leaving Hai Xing alone in silence.
Brother Ning, what if our premise is not good friends? Could it be that I misunderstood my good friend
He planted back on the bed and covered the quilt, staring at the roof with big eyes, just at this moment the phone vibrated a few times, and it was a message from Zhou Jing. Starfish glanced at the screen and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.
He suddenly discovered that the two brothers and sisters were really similar in terms of black belly.
Fan Jingming closed his eyes and listened to songs while soaking his feet. He only wore one earphone, leaving one ear in case he talked to him every now and then.
Shi Yi watched the replay of tonight's game as usual, not only from Fengyue, but also from Xiaolang, especially the 2V2 played by Jin An. He watched it no less than five times. He had an external keyboard on his lap, paused from time to time, and tapped his fingers quickly on the keyboard, as if simulating a game scene.
Fan Jingming suddenly said, "Should I go big?"
When Shi Yi looked down, his index finger was just above the R key, which was the shortcut key for the ultimate move he set.
He raised his head again, and Fan Jingming also opened his eyes, his deep and bright eyes were looking at him very seriously.
"You... hear it?"
Fan Jingming smiled. When he wasn't smiling, he looked stern and arrogant, with a bit of an air-conditioned aura that no strangers should approach. When he laughed, he showed white teeth, and his hearty appearance seemed to be stained with bright sunlight on his facial features.
"Yu Shui Jue, Lei Ling Mantra, Wu Lei Bang Ding?" He smiled, "How long have you been working with me? You can't hear other skills, and I know exactly the buttons you want to zoom in."
When he turned the screen of his mobile phone to him, he confidently said, "Yes, this blank space is for you to fight."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and they tapped their fists lightly across the aisle. There is no one other than him who can play perfectly with you.
When it came to Shen Huai and Song Xueyang, the style of painting was completely different. These two didn't care about tomorrow's game at all.
Shen Huai wiped his hair refreshingly after taking a shower. Song Xueyang stood by the sink to help him wash his clothes. He had just finished taking a shower, and only wrapped a bath towel around his lower body, revealing his sturdy upper body.
Shen Huai leaned back against the door and looked at him. Song Xueyang's hand was thicker than his, with wider knuckles, but his palm was thin, looking lean and beautiful. Seeing that he was washing his head with his head down, Shen Huai felt a sense of pride and couldn't help saying, "My wife is really virtuous."
Song Xueyang turned to look at him, the ring hanging on his chest glowed with silver sheen, "Why don't you hurry up and reward your virtuous wife?"
He put his face close to him and asked Shen Huai for the reward he deserved.
Shen Huai gave him a generous kiss on the face, then bent down and gently kissed the ring on his chest.
Song Xueyang lowered his head, just in time to see Shen Huai's tall nose bridge, the tip of his nose rubbing against the sensitive skin on his chest. He kissed the ring reverently, and the warm breath sprayed on his chest, like a flame that suddenly jumped up, numb from the heart to the whole body.
After giving an extra kiss, Shen Huai straightened up just to meet Song Xueyang's scorching gaze, his heart tightened, and his body gradually became a little hot.
Song Xueyang usually looks gentle and elegant, and his gestures are quite graceful, and he won't be particularly eye-catching in the crowd, but once his eyes are set on him, it is difficult to move away. It was only after Shen Huai met him that he realized that this man was always very attractive in this kind of thing. His eyes and expression had changed. He was no longer able to do anything at ordinary times, and even his breathing was quite aggressive. .
Song Xueyang was a little amused when he saw that he didn't dare to look at him, "Go back to bed first."
Shen Huai nodded and went back to lie down on his single bed, still unable to stop a pounding heart under the weight of his entire body.
He stared at the bed across from him for a while, then got out of the bed hopelessly, and got into another bed that looked more attractive.
Song Xueyang came out to dry his clothes, and when he turned around, he saw a person huddled on his bed. Shen Huai covered himself with a quilt and wrapped himself tightly.
Song Xueyang didn't say a word, he turned off the main light and turned on the bedside light with a snap, flipped off the quilt and turned on the bed in one go.
He kissed Shen Huai's beautiful eyes, "It's hard work tonight, it's time for me to reward you."
Shen Huai didn't like this statement, so he glanced at him angrily, but he was looking forward to the content of the "reward", his Adam's apple moved up and down, hooking Song Xueyang's neck and pressing down.
It was too late for the two of them to finish. Shen Huai felt that his body was dripping with sweat, and the bath was washed in vain. He rubbed Song Xueyang unceremoniously, and even wiped the crevices of his fingers with Song Xueyang's hands.
Song Xueyang let him rub the sweat on his body and kissed his forehead, "There is a game tomorrow, you are so dishonest tonight, eh?"
Shen Huai lay down and put his big hands around his waist, "A slap won't make a sound."
Song Xueyang pinched his mouth, "Your little mouth is getting better and better now."
Shen Huai knocked off his hand and lay lazily on his chest. He liked the feeling of holding Song Xueyang very much, feeling warm from the inside out.
Song Xueyang teased him again, "That's how you prepared for the war?"
Shen Huai said lazily, "Didn't I just finish the decompression exercise?"
If Song Xueyang realized something, "Do you want to do another warm-up exercise tomorrow?"
Shen Huai looked at him with a look of "you're crazy".
Song Xueyang stopped joking with him, helped Shen Huai tuck the quilt to prevent him from catching a cold, and freed up an arm to pat his back, "I thought you would lose sleep tonight, just like you were in the wild card game, just worried The game doesn't care."
Shen Huai heard that he blamed himself for neglecting him at the beginning, and hugged him a little tighter, "No, I will do my best to obey the destiny. Fengyue is different from before, and everyone is different."
From the end of the national finals to the present, everyone in Fengyue has improved more or less, from the small to fill up the knife, and the big to add a little bit of play. It is not an exaggeration to say that there have been earth-shaking changes.
Nothing to worry about.
Shen Huai added, "You're not the same anymore."
Song Xueyang thought of the two consecutive teamfights that he lost to Xiaolang in the national finals, his eyes showed a trace of seriousness, and quickly turned away, "I believe in each of us."
This night, everyone went to bed late for various reasons, and woke up late the next day, but in the afternoon, they were full of energy and ready to fight.
They put on their makeup and went out an hour earlier. There were already hundreds of spectators outside the competition venue. The fans blocking the A entrance were all fans of Fengyue, and they saw almost everyone's cheering cards along the way.
The two teams met at the check-in desk and briefly greeted each other. Guan He signed his name on a piece of paper with strong and powerful handwriting. Song Xueyang also picked up the pen, and the handwriting was astonishing.
Players from both sides entered the field, and the audience couldn't wait to cheer. Seeing each of them with serious faces, the audience also felt nervous and excited.
South Korea explained, "The last game of Group A will be brought to us by two teams, Fengyue and Xiaolang. These two teams are old rivals in China's domestic competition. Fengyue once scored 2:3. They lost to Xiaolang and only won the runner-up trophy, presumably they are all determined to be ashamed in today's game."
"Xiaolang is led by the veteran captain and the world's No. 1 swordsman Guan He. The level of the players is changing with each passing day and they are unstoppable. They have maintained a winning streak in the group stage that has ended in Group A. If they can continue to win tonight. If we win, we will be the only team to make it out of the group stage this year."
The fans of Xiaolang cheered excitedly. Compared with Fengyue, the Xiaolang team has accumulated popularity for several years, and the number of fans is more and more organized.
The camera swept across the auditorium. All the team members of Group A who had finished the game gathered in the player viewing area. The Live team was at the forefront. The result of tonight's game is related to whether they can qualify for the tournament. Obviously they care more than anyone else. .
Domestic netizens are most concerned about whether Xiaolang and Fengyue can qualify at the same time. From the current points, as long as Xiaolang gets 1 point and Fengyue gets 2 points, the two teams can advance smoothly.
Yao Jun predicted before the game, "I think it is quite possible that the score of this game is 3:2. Maple Moon in the domestic game may not be the opponent of Xiaolang, but after more than a month of training, including wild cards The experience of the game, the progress of the Maple Moon players is obvious to all, and this game is still very hopeful to fight against the wolves."
Orange nodded, "Yes, Fengyue's rise this year is very rapid, this is a team that can surprise us. Just like we never thought that Yushen would choose this team before, we never thought that Fengyue would choose this team. To be runner-up, they never thought they would make it to the World Championship, but they did it all. I believe they will not let us down today!”
Niu Niu said bluntly, "Fengyue lost to Xiaolang in 6V6 before. 6V6 is a battlefield that depends on the overall level, and now Fengyue's overall level has improved more than the national competition. I think this game The score of the game is also 3:2, and the winner is Fengyue!"
The Fengyue fans in the live broadcast room swelled up, wishing that the game would start soon, and Fengyue won the victory immediately.
The game mode of the night is displayed on the big screen: 2V2, 1V1, 6V6, 6V6, 2V2.
Niu Niu said, "This mode arrangement is quite smooth, but the first and last games that are relatively weak for Xiaolang are 2V2 mode."
Yao Jun disagreed, "The 2V2 mode used to be the weak point of Xiaolang, but Jin An has performed well in recent games, often playing unexpected operations, showing amazing e-sports talent, not only the members of Maple Moon are in the game. Progress, the team members of Xiaolang are also working hard to further their studies, it is hard to say who will win and who will lose in this 2V2.”
The captains of both sides submitted the list of players, Jin An and Wu Sheng on Xiaolang's side, Fan Jingming and Shi Yi on Fengyue's side.