Swish!
Open the screen!
Without any hesitation, Mo Bei regained his grip on the mouse!
The second 1v1 game started.
However, this is only the second round.
Next, bey will play eight games.
From the start, they were wrong.
How could she not know about the H country team, she is the person who is most familiar with every team that comes to Milan.
After basic training every day, she is the one who watches the game replay with a boxed lunch.
She was the one who performed the same trick over and over again.
When they were still panicking and didn't know how to face strong enemies, she was also the one who had already started to study the tactical habits of each team.
How can such a bey ignore what the other party is good at.
She released this hero just to make ZAI serious.
Obviously already familiar with the opponent's routines, and even able to suppress in reverse, but Bey still chose the most difficult style of play, because only in this way, he and Adolf can see ZAI's true strength.
Even for the next eight games, she can only be a training partner, which means nothing to her, and she still presses on every step of the way.
She didn't call to show the other party.
She was calling them!
Teng Hui was startled, his fingertips were slightly stiff, and when he looked at ZAI again, his eyes were different from the one just now.
If at the beginning, he worshiped the other party as a god, his eyes were full of confusion and timidity.
Now Teng Hui, his eyes are full of firmness.
If the skills are too poor, he will practice more.
Without the awareness of the other party, he will replay more.
On the road, even if he can't do a 50-50 split, he will try his best not to hold back.
I can't just give up before the game starts.
He wants to win!
Only in this way can I be worthy of today's bey!
"I was too weak before." Teng Hui looked at the battle screen on the screen, and murmured to himself: "I think too much, I don't do enough, I don't have the courage yet, and I won't in the future."
Cat, Cat, and Bear stood there, still dumbfounded: "Handy."
"I, we, are not weak!" Teng Hui raised his head suddenly, his eyes seemed to be on fire: "When Hei Yan was at its worst, we had the No. 1 jungler in the server, KiNG! Everyone thought we couldn't hold on No, we still made it to the World Championship, now besides the captain, we also have bey, who can sweep away the top laner now! It’s really better than God, who can enter the Dimension League at the age of thirteen? Juechen? We have it, our Huaxia team has it! We are no weaker than any other team!"
Adolf opened his mouth wide when he heard it, as if he didn't expect Teng Hui to say such a thing. After all, he was timid when he arrived in Milan, and he didn't even dare to raise his head when there was a camera.
"Captain...he..." Adolf pointed.
Huan Leng pressed his hand down, and his voice was neither cold nor cold: "He is right."
Adolf first let out an ah, then seemed to be thinking about something, and finally said to himself: "It's true, the bey god is too strong, the knife attack just now was simply an inhuman operation. When I was a fighter, I never I never thought I could play like this, and the old K guy, I don’t know if he’s really crazy or pretending to be crazy, he’s full of bad water, it’s so dark, other teams are definitely no match for him! , we are indeed quite strong, plus you, the captain! Almighty group control! We don’t need to pretend at all!”
"En." Huan Leng was still very calm, but his eyes fell on a certain figure.
The man didn't move from the beginning to the end, just stood there, with an unclear expression, tall and tall, and a pair of peach blossom eyes staring at Mo Bei in the training room without moving...
(end of this chapter)