"Is this the end of the fight?"
"A friendly match usually requires two wins out of three."
"Don't wait, it's cold."
"My potato chips are ready, tell me the game is cold?"
"Someone who knows, tell me, what's going on?"
"I have a friend who is a reserve player. It seems that Huaxia terminated the competition. He didn't say the specific situation."
"Is there anything to say, don't you go online? There was a player in Huaxia who played on his behalf and was taken away by the World Committee. As for why there was no third game, Huaxia saw that Ye Shen was going to play, and they were afraid to die. Still rushing to be beaten? How is it possible, just thinking about winning one and losing one, so that the end will be good."
"The Huaxia team is too timid."
"I'm going to be a substitute player, and what are you talking about, I don't deserve to compete at all."
The overwhelming speech is like a tide.
The members of Team H packed up their things and left.
Compared with the excitement just now.
The current training room is eerily quiet.
Only the game screen that has not had time to enter on the big screen is left.
The assistant was beside him, but he didn't know how to speak.
Especially when it's time for dinner.
I can’t stop eating, what should I do if I have a problem with my body during the game.
Just when he hesitated.
With his back against the wall, Feng Nai stood up straight, his tone was very light, as if the wind was blowing: "Get ready, resume."
Replay
at this time
The assistant was somewhat worried.
But at that moment, he saw the team members, and everyone raised their heads.
It's different from the lifeless life just now.
Perhaps, what they never needed was comfort.
Instead, recognize reality and accept reality.
If only they were stronger.
If you can even keep up with the other party's thinking just now.
In the last game, Bey wouldn't be alone.
Replaying is what everyone wants to do most.
Zhao Sanpang walked over, smiled, and was no longer as bright as before: "I am not a junior who can take it easy, and it really makes sense to make a small face paralyzed. Your nephew is good and has a stable personality."
"Forcing myself to be steady." Feng Yi took off his glasses, and his suit was straight: "He really needs to win, so he can come back with facial paralysis."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways: "I leave this to you."
Zhao Sanpang nodded, he understood that Feng Yi was going to fight a "tough battle".
"Click, click..."
The sound of keyboards in the training room ranges from light to heavy.
Review, from details to thinking.
A little breakthrough.
Occasionally I would stop and practice hand speed over and over again.
To be faster and more accurate, the hero pool is deeper!
It seems that there is an invisible tacit understanding.
Adolf, who had always only focused on playing top lane, began to ask Cat, Cat, and Bear about his thoughts on the mid lane.
The two spontaneously formed a linkage between the upper middle and the wild.
They started to cooperate with the jungler, instead of the rhythm of the jungler to have a rhythm.
Instead, everyone began to try again, to be on their own.
When the cat, cat, panda, and blue bars were insufficient, Adolf immediately approached the middle lane, analyzed the situation, and harvested.
It is difficult to be precise, especially when reviewing the game, they will realize where the gap is.
"The heroes that ZAI takes are all good at melee and explosive, and the statistics..."
Obviously, Feng Nai was doing Mo Bei's usual work, analyzing word by word until the assistant pushed the ordered meal cart over.
Only then did he stop, his voice was flat: "Eat first, and then read the data after eating."
Cat, Cat and Bear had never seen the boss like this.
Too steady, not like the casual him at all.
And just after he got up, he said: "This game was lost because of me. I made a mistake, sorry."
Adolf had just choked on a piece of beef.
That mocking Fengxinji would actually apologize to someone
"Practice more tonight." Feng Nai's figure was still tall and straight, and it was written that a stranger suddenly approached, his eyes were completely dark, leaving only a faint glow: "Me too."
After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.
The reason why Feng Nai did this was because he didn't want anyone to see his true state.
Leng Sweat never heard it, and the two voices kept talking in his ears.
Perhaps, he was right.
He is too incompetent, so incompetent that he can't protect the person he likes at all.
"Just like last time..."
Between the two personalities, it seems that they are talking to themselves.
But the little devil Bo who came over knew that it wasn't talking to himself.
"It's different from last time." The little man came over, somewhat cool: "Sister Bei can't worry about you, let me watch you. You did a good job today, and you are so worthy of Sister Shangbei."
Feng Nai turned his eyes and sneered: "Little rascal, you talk so much today."
"Sister Bei is gone, so I don't need to pretend anymore." The little man kicked him: "Don't faint here, if you want to faint in the room, someone will take pictures and make you suspend the game, what should you do?"
Feng Nai stabilized his personality, reached out to pick up the little man, and walked directly towards the trash can.
But this time he didn't throw it away, but lowered his eyes and chuckled: "It seems that he is more useful by her side, you think so."
"Me?" Little Devil Bo said slowly, "You seem to have made a mistake. Whether it's you or him, I don't like either of your personalities. After all, we are the same kind. Only sister Bei will eat your methods. Set, pamper you."
Feng Nai liked to hear his last sentence, so he raised his eyebrows.
Little Devil Bo met his eyes: "To Sister Bei, you are just you, no matter who it is, it's just you."
His hands froze in mid-air, Feng Nai smiled slowly: "Choose this time for treatment, Young Master Qin is indeed a good psychologist who has inherited Mr. Qin."
Each of these words is like jumping on the thunder point of the little devil.
However, the next sentence obviously did not make people think.
"I have a fever, don't let the other team members know, find a reason to take me back to the room later." Feng Nai put the little man down: "From today onwards, I will cooperate with your treatment, but if it is cured well, it won't be cured." Well, it depends on your ability."
When the words fell, he didn't stop much.
The little man stood where he was, with a dignified demeanor.
The first and most important step in a psychologist's treatment.
Open the heart knot of the patient and let the patient actively cooperate.
Although it is difficult to cure a patient like Fengchiruanfan.
But sometimes the primary and secondary personalities appear at the same time, which is not necessarily a bad thing...
Maybe this time will be an opportunity.
Little Devil Bo narrowed his eyes, and it was rare for him to put down his body to call the string of numbers he didn't want to call in his life.
Before the fight, the little man comforted himself with a few words: "Everything is for Sister Bei, everything is for Sister Bei."
Who knew, when I called, the call was diverted!
Immediately afterwards, a shadow came over from the other side and whispered: "Young master, Mr. Qin said that you always intentionally disturb him and his wife, so..."
"So I was blocked?" Little Demon Bo snorted, "Why hasn't the Qin family closed down yet?"
The shadow looked at the little shadow that was going away: ... You can't say that, young master, the Qin family is your family...
(end of this chapter)