Indeed, when Mo Bei played the game, his posture was so perfect that even his back was straight and straight without bending.
It won't let anyone notice anything else at all, and only think that person is indifferently handsome.
Nailin was still shouting for cheer, her big eyes were still shining, and it was only when she waved the support stick that her little friend was surprisingly quiet.
Although An'an really doesn't talk much, she usually explains a few words when encountering games. What's going on now
Nailin turned her head to look.
Little Devil Bo looked at the figures on the field, his brows slightly twisted.
"An'an, what's wrong?" Nailin asked.
Little Devil Bo withdrew his gaze: "It's all right."
Nailin looked at him for a while, and said seriously: "If you have a problem to talk about, you can solve it together."
Little Devil Bo was still carrying his small keyboard, so he carried it over and put it in Nailin's hand.
Nailin's eyes widened: "This is?"
"It's not that there is a problem that needs to be addressed. I'm tired, so you can hold it for me for a while." Little Demon Bo didn't seem to be lying.
Nailin is a very good friend: "No problem."
Without the keyboard behind him, Little Devil Bo can lean back for a while, I don't know if it has something to do with upbringing or heredity.
It's rare for Little Devil Bo to not sit up straight, and usually such a sitting posture means that he has something on his mind.
But today, his eyes are particularly dark because only he knows why sister Bei chose the 1v2 mode. What people say about showing their strength is superficial. There are too many players. If the 1v1 model is followed, she will have to play 14 consecutive games to win the final selection.
If it is 1v2, she can play 7 games less.
The longer the match, the greater the pressure on her right hand.
Even 7 games have long exceeded the time stipulated by the housekeeper's grandfather.
Before the injury has completely healed, it is best not to compete again.
But they all knew that Sister Bey couldn't wait that long.
Year by year.
Professional players know that the peak period is just a few years.
Little Devil Bo can only help conceal it, otherwise, with the style of the young master of the Feng family, he would never look at sister Bey like this.
During this period, Sister Bey is constantly changing the game characters. Each game character has a different position, and the skills will be different. If you master it so perfectly, the more subtle the oppression on the motor nerves will be.
She fought with her left hand from the very beginning, and she was not forced out of her true strength by anyone.
Instead, her right hand has not fully recovered at all.
The little devil Bo knew that he couldn't say anything about it.
Because even if he was sitting here, he could still hear someone shouting in the audience: "Left Realm! Bey, the God Envoy Left Realm!"
Little Devil Bo couldn't help looking back, his eyes were cold.
That person felt cold all over, what, what's wrong
Little Devil Bo also realized that he had lost his composure, he shouldn't be like this, and the other party was not at fault.
However, the field of the left...is not simply done with the left hand alone. The more skills that ordinary people can't use but can form formations, the more extraordinary requirements are placed on the opponent's speed and positioning.
Accuracy is the first element. Even the angle of mouse sliding must be judged according to the terrain, which will cause greater pressure on the right hand.
Letting the current Bei sister use the left field is undoubtedly abolishing her right hand.
That's why he minded these four words so much.
Fortunately, Sister Bei is very rational, and has been using tactics all along, not impulsive.
Including this game, it was also a game that ended with a basic attack.
"It's six consecutive victories! It's too handsome!"
"Yeah, it's just a pity that I didn't see the left field."
"What's the rush, I'll see it sooner or later."
"That's right, I used to watch the video of Area A all the time, and now my wish is to watch Bey recreate the left field live, it must be handsome!"
"I want to see it too, but... I heard that Bey's current state doesn't seem to be at his peak, and he may not be able to play the left field..."
"That is to say, Bey's strength is here?"
"You can look at it like this, I don't know too well, but they are all left-handed, which should be the limit, but this is already cool, 1 vs 2, and they have won six consecutive victories, which I would never have imagined before. , can see such a game."
"Having said that, I thought he was hailed as a genius at that time, and there would be more amazing things for us."
"Can't Xu Yiwan also play 1 vs 2?"
"Can she win 6 games in a row? Are all-round heroes? Do you think winning streak is so easy? Xu Yiwan's assassin role is really good, but if she is really allowed to play like this, as long as the opponent knows how to play, a hero will emerge. Just punish her."
"Now Bey has the credit of being almighty. If she could fight in Left Field, she would have ended the match just now. There is no need to think about tactics. After all, she still can't fight. I heard that Xu Yiwan is getting better and better. It's close to the damage range of the Left Domain, I don't know if I can see the magic skill this time."
"Really? Master Wan can fight? That's good. I came to see God Bey, but I was disappointed for a while. Now I can look forward to it again!"
"Zhanguang? I said buddy, there is something wrong with your statement. All-around is achieved by yourself. If you want to become an all-round player, you must spend twice as much training time as ordinary people, and not everyone can play. Bey is so versatile. Every time a hero is brought out, he can become the leader of the team. In today's arena, Bey is the first one. Do you think this is what ordinary people can do? Thinking, hand speed, and positioning , Accurate control of skills is indispensable. In addition to these, rhythm control is also required. 1 vs. 2 needs to be considered more. Every game is unexpected. I believe that for most people who watch the game, The Domain of the Left is just a skill that Bey uses to win the game, not a show off, whether she uses the Domain of the Left or not, it doesn't affect who she is."
Some people want to fan the flames, others just want to show off.
There is a saying that Yu Zixin said back then, you thought Bey only had glory, because she was Bey, no matter what she did, she would be magnified infinitely.
If Mo Bei was just a rookie.
1 vs. 2 victories in a row, people will only say that a genius came out in the qualifiers, and then frantically pursue him.
But Mo Bei is not a newcomer, she is bey.
Even if she wins, people will demand more from her, otherwise how can she be worthy of her god name.
Newcomers can lose, and people will find countless excuses for newcomers to forgive, and even comfort, you are already very good.
If Mo Bei loses, he will also have a lot of excuses, such as "Sure enough, it is no longer possible." "The state has declined to such a level, why are you still playing?" "Are you reluctant to give her the attention here?" "Bey is nothing more than that , The Dimension is still being blown too much."
At that time, no one will think about it, except for Bey, no one has ever done this.
When you are a pioneer, because you are different, you will be tolerated by the world.
But when the world smells a profit in doing so, it will be ready to move.
But if there are pioneers, they will never be able to take the lead.
What is the best way at this time
It is to pull the trailblazers down, preferably in the mud, so that they can make it to the top by following this path again.
The people watching are just looking cool and showing off their skills, they don't care about the pioneers, it doesn't matter to them who uses this skill.
If you go to say it, they are still waiting for a sentence: "Whoever stipulates that the left field can only be used by bey, she will fight for herself, and don't care about others, give up, bey has long been outdated."
Some people will say how the environment is.
In fact, since ancient times, people's hearts have been insufficient.
How could someone as smart as Mo Bei not be aware of this.
When she comes back this time, she has no plan to continue playing professional games in the future.
Exchange her right hand for a champion, if she can last until then, this exchange is not a loss.
Mo Bei raised his eyes and looked at the duration and output display on the screen. His sideways face was cold and noble. Except for the handsome posture in which she raised her hand to drink water, no one would be able to see that her right hand had started It hurts.
Wang Dongdong, who was so busy, ran over with sweat on his face: "Do you want to eat a piece of candy? After fighting for so long, I'm afraid your body will not be exhausted."
"No need." After Mo Bei finished speaking, he looked at the snacks he was holding in his hand, not wanting to discourage the assistant's enthusiasm: "You eat, there is one more game and it's over. I'll go wash my face."
Wang Dongdong nodded, worried and wanted to follow.
Mo Bei didn't wait for him, and in a blink of an eye, the person in front of him disappeared.
Wang Dongdong didn't know what to do with the pile of snacks.
In the auditorium, a slender figure, with one hand in his trouser pocket, also glanced at the screen.
Then, he paced and walked in the direction where Mo Bei disappeared.
The bathroom in the venue is very clean, with lemon incense burning, it is extremely quiet.
After Mo Bei fastened the wooden door, with a sudden side hand, he tore off half of the coat he had been wearing all the time. His right arm hurt, but fortunately there was no other abnormality.
Mo Bei lowered her eyes, her lips turned pale at this moment, and even cold sweat overflowed from her forehead.
After spraying the medicine on her right arm, the cool feeling made her lean against the wooden board and close her eyes. The face with distinct features was all exposed, the paler it is, the more beautiful it is.
Other than that, no other emotions will be found.
A short rest reduces the pain.
After Mo Bei washed his face, the color of his lips also recovered.
However, as soon as she went out, she saw a figure that should not have appeared here.
It was obvious that he was waiting for her, otherwise he would not have turned his head sideways after hearing the noise, and then walked towards her step by step.
Light and shadow interweave hazy beauty on his face, and he can exude fatal elegance almost without doing anything.
Even the noise outside seemed to be cut off by his deep eyes. Not everyone has a suffocating beauty.
It looks good again, this is Mo Bei's only thought...
(end of this chapter)