As a result, Lin Feng didn't do anything else for the rest of the night, and Jing helped Su Xue make a clothing evaluation.
This set of dark green is not good, too plain.
The big red one doesn't work either, it's too bright.
This low-cut evening dress... No, this is what I wore when I was a host. It would be too unserious to wear it on the lecture stage, and it would easily distract people's "attention".
That solid black set was so serious, it felt like sitting down for a focus interview—
Finally, I finally settled on a set, and an entire hour has passed. During this time, Su Xue, who has changed nearly 20 sets of clothes, is still in high spirits and does not feel tired at all, and she is even eager to try again. set.
Someone was so tired that it seemed like he had fought three consecutive BO5 matches with SSK. He was lying on Su Xue's bed and refused to get up to give any more advice.
This is probably the first time someone has an intuitive understanding of Su Xue's current income level:
Really rich...
To be able to come up with so many sets of clothes that are not heavy is actually enough to make up several rainbows in terms of color types.
"Hey, okay, that's it."
In the end, Su Xue made a decision with a pure black dress, a little unfulfilled, but considering that someone on the bed next to him was dying and began to pretend to be dead, he finally did not continue, and then started waving his hand to chase the flies:
"Okay, then it's nothing to do with you, go back to the house and sleep."
"Really, lethargic... There will be a game tomorrow, so you can't look like this!"
As if receiving amnesty, someone jumped up from the bed and ran out of Su Xue's room with a swipe.
"Sister Xue good night!"
Looking at the back of someone running away, Su Xue shook her head amusingly:
"Dead kid..."
Then he looked down at the long black dress he selected in his hand, and frowned a little:
"It doesn't seem to fit, I'll try two more—"
When he finally returned to his room, he immediately closed the door and locked it without any ambiguity, preventing any chance of Su Xue from next door knocking on the door again to ask for help. Someone who returned to the bed was immersed in the soft Simmons all of a sudden. A long, comfortable sigh.
You can get your life back...
Women are horrible.
However, the heavy and uneasy feeling that was originally due to the upcoming duel tomorrow has been diluted a lot by the wave just now.
It's also a good thing.
Before turning off the lights and preparing to go to sleep, Lin Feng seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at the mobile phone beside his pillow, and hesitated for a moment.
Tomorrow is the game, and he considers whether he should call the girl who was his childhood sweetheart on the other side of the ocean again, talk about it, or just talk a few more words.
But after a moment of hesitation he shook his head and gave up the idea.
everything…
Let's talk about it after tomorrow.
Turn off the lights.
The room was plunged into silent darkness.
It's just that the bed has not been able to sound the even breathing after falling asleep peacefully.
…
This night, several members of the Xiacheng decisive team were still fighting in the box of the Internet cafe.
It's almost twelve o'clock, it's almost midnight.
It stands to reason that tomorrow is the game. You should rest early tonight at least, so that you can be in a good state to face tomorrow's fierce battle; but fortunately, the set of BO5 games between Xiamen City and the Demon City will be in ten The last group of the top six will officially start tomorrow night.
Therefore, even if everyone stays up a little late tonight, they will have enough time to sleep well tomorrow morning.
in addition…
It is also a few people, including Sun Zheng and Xia Ziyou, who are not in the mood to fall asleep early tonight.
The war is coming.
Although we have communicated privately in advance and made up our minds, after all, knowing how powerful tomorrow's opponent is, nervousness is always inevitable.
And for this tension, they have no other better way to deal with it.
The only thing that can be done—
It is to put all their minds and energy into one training game after another, so that they have no time to think about tomorrow, only focus on the present, play every training game well, and try their best in every training. Try to find the flaws and weaknesses that still exist in them, and then try to make up for them.
but.
Counting from the morning, even if there is a meal and lunch break in the middle, until the middle of the night, everyone in the Xiacheng decisive team has been training and fighting for a full ten hours.
Although everyone is still gritting their teeth, it is obvious that their mental and physical strength have begun to keep up.
The feel of the operation and the state of training have all begun to decline slightly.
Looking at all of this, after another five-row training session, Mu Qiu stood up from his seat and said to the rest of the team:
"That's it for today."
"almost."
This is also a reasonable arrangement.
However, several other members of the team opposed it for the first time:
"Practice again!"
"Anyway, the game is not until tomorrow night. It's fine to practice more tonight."
Mu Qiu paused for a moment, and saw the tired but persistent expressions of Sun Zheng, Xia Ziyou, Zhu Ming, Zhou Yang and Wu Tian in front of him, and finally nodded:
"Row."
"Then practice again."
Just talking, he turned away:
"However, let's rest for a while. I'll go have a cigarette and start in ten minutes."
…
Leaving a few members of the team to rest in the Internet cafe box, Mu Qiu walked out of the Internet cafe alone.
Going out, there is a cool night wind blowing in front of you.
Mu Qiu lowered his head and tightened his coat, then took out a cigarette case from his pocket, poured out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter to light it, and took a deep breath.
The white smoke quickly swirled up in the breeze until it drifted away.
Mu Qiu was silent.
tomorrow…
It's the game.
It was also the battle he had been waiting for for a long time.
It stands to reason that at this moment he should have ignited the blood and fighting spirit as before, because the original game was only for winning, but this time... it is for a more important goal and responsibility, and has a more unavoidable victory. reason.
But at this moment, his mood was surprisingly flat.
even…
It was vaguely empty and dazed.
During the recent games and training preparations, he had many moments, and a thought flashed in his mind—
Is winning enough
If you win, what can you do
For him, defeating someone is a must, but ask yourself, that's not the end.
His purpose was to help his former partner and friend to breathe a sigh of relief, but for his old partner and friend, is all this what the other party really needs.
Or maybe-
Now, no matter what you do, nothing can be undone.
So does it make sense to do so
Rarely, a dazed look flashed across Mu Qiu's eyes. He subconsciously took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Anyway, since tomorrow is the game, maybe he should talk to his old partner.
But in the end, after hesitating, he put the phone away again, because he didn't think about what to say when the call went out.
After taking a deep puff of cigarette again, and pressing the burned out cigarette butt in front of the stone platform, Mu Qiu finally made a decision.
everything.
Wait until tomorrow.