Feng Nai knew that the person he was going to face was not aggressive.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be friends with the old man.
The old man chuckled: "I don't know how to play games, there are quite a few who can play games here, and the audience doesn't think that player's operation is wrong."
Feng Nai looked at him, but didn't speak.
The others finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, someone shook the devil.
But in the next second, Feng Nai spoke again: "Zhang Zihao has played in many professional leagues. He is different from a rookie like Wu Xiao who only knows how to take heads. He plays in the mid laner position. If he wants to, he can do it." Prediction and calculation of pawn lines is not difficult. Don’t say, you don’t know how to understand it. When you taught me how to play Go, you taught me that you have to know how to make moves. Regarding this aspect, maybe others can’t see it. You can't fail to see."
The old man was taken aback, and he said "you" in his mouth. When he was the boy's master, he had never seen him address him so respectfully.
What's going on now, come to get close, just because of his little friend
The old man really didn't understand how the game was played.
But from the angle of view, every step that figure took was like weaving a huge chessboard, not a simple child, no wonder this high-sighted Feng boy fell in love with him.
After the old man was exposed, he didn't intend to pretend to be a noob: "Even if I can see it, so what, many professional players are not good at mental arithmetic. This is not a game of Go, and it is not normal to calculate it. Why, why don't you Because people’s awareness is not enough, it is not absurd to say that people are playing match-fixing, the organizing committee will not accept it, and the competition will only continue until you have absolute evidence.”
evidence.
Not only Feng Shi was looking for it, but little devil Bo was also looking for it.
They were not sure who Xu Yiwan bribed before.
Just a minute ago, Young Master Feng called to ask him to re-investigate Zhang Zihao, and Little Devil Bo understood that this person whom Young Master Feng had spotted was confirmed by himself, and now he only needs to have evidence to convince others.
He has to go faster.
But time waits for no one.
The halftime break is only ten minutes, and there are positions to be exchanged and energy to be replenished in the middle.
Typically, each team works with a coach.
But today, in order to be selected, they are looking at their ability to withstand pressure and their ability to adapt.
If you can't even do this, just relying on killing people, you may not be suitable in Milan.
Moreover, you have to win if you want to kill.
A team with an advantage without a coach is fine.
The blue team, which lost the first game, has always been a little depressed.
Wu Xiao was still guilty before, but now he is irritable. It's the second match. If they lose the second match, they really won't have another chance.
Everyone understands this truth, including the top order.
"But we can't fight, the opponent is too difficult to deal with, especially the person I'm facing is like a monster, no matter how hard I fight, I can't kill him, and Xu Yiwan's left field has not yet been brought into play, which means they Didn't give it their all, they didn't play much, we just got like this, if they all play, then we... ”
"You haven't let me play wild yet." Mo Bei was drinking water, but at this time he twisted the lid of the mineral water bottle, and swept towards them faintly: "This game, give me back the jungle position .”
What she said was lukewarm, but it made everyone feel the weight.
The sense of field control emanating from the bottom of his eyes made Wu Xiao nod subconsciously. After nodding, he wanted to slap himself, why did he nod!
Mo Bei was pacing, and when he was about to walk out of the rest room, he stopped beside Zhang Zihao. This movement was so subtle that even Zhang Zihao himself didn't notice it...
The failure of the blue team is undoubtedly a carnival for some people.
It's very simple, in their eyes, if the blue side loses, it means that bey loses.
Thinking about it this way, that Bey will be even more incompetent with their Master Wan.
They also want to compete for this spot, why not
Some people will be morally kidnapped, saying that some professional players have said that it is Bey who is afraid, and Bey should be the one to play.
So what, anyway, she lost, she was still a substitute, and now they are the ones who win.
Usually, when each of us sees others expressing opinions, we feel that the other person is angry.
But I never thought of a reason, and I might become one of them.
Talk about not being kidnapped by morality, but actually kidnap others with morality.
Even using ignorance to foil faith.
After they bombarded Bey, they went to bombard the commentator. Of course they had to celebrate when they won, and the way to celebrate was never alone, but one person led the rhythm and everyone was boiling.
"Protecting Bey so much, are you worthy of being fooled by this commentator?"
"I didn't expect you to be a southern fan? Is it true that you are also so good as a jungler, hahaha."
"I hope that the commentary can show the professionalism of the commentary."
There was a blogger who liked Bey before, but in the end she couldn’t get fans, so she turned black. Anyway, she likes everyone, who made Bey so unscrupulous, there are a lot of scandals, unlike other players who know their weight, choose At this time, I sent out a long-form draft.
The girl has money, so she smashes it hard, after all, everyone shouts and beats rats crossing the street.
No one has ever seen the dynasty being subverted.
It's not a deserted place, but you walk through the darkness, and every step you take, there will be more marks on your body.
Where the hell is the place full of flowers.
It never really mattered.
What matters is what you fight for.
Mo Bei paced past, her messy black hair tied up casually, looking from the side, she looked exactly like she had just gone to No. 1 Middle School.
Clear and cold, like a prince who came out of a comic.
There is not even a pleat on a white shirt.
The back is as tall and straight as if, even if a mountain is pressed down, there is no fear.
Especially when she came against the light, standing in the light, looking sideways at people, she was extremely gentle.
Because, this time, there was someone beside her.
"Brother Nan!"
Suddenly, a shout broke through the entire arena.
Mo Nan and Mo Bei raised their heads at the same time, after all, conditioned reflex.
At some point, there were three people standing on the railing, and they were being chased by security guards behind them.
But the three of them were skinny enough, each holding a horn, and one of the boys was wearing... makeup? ? makeup
It's Zhao Jianjian, the ladies and the like!
Obviously they all went to college and went to different cities, and the ladies became beauty bloggers.
But we all understand that it is not easy to get together.
But they still came, and they still showed disobedience to discipline before, and even pulled a horizontal bar in the second grade.
It said: "I am a Zhongnan brother who is afraid of anyone! I will win!"
(end of this chapter)