FOG

In the first game, Free used a super fast tactic to quickly win the game in 17 minutes, giving all domestic players watching the game a dose of reassurance.

Three wins in five innings, and the first win in the competition, in fact, does not represent a big advantage, but the operation of the Free four in the first inning is really repressive, the rhythm is too fast, and the game time is compressed by half an hour. During these seventeen minutes, the commentary couldn't keep up with the operation of several people. After the game ended, Shi Luo and Chen Huo's finger joints were slightly tingling.

Chen Huo grabbed the hand of the data analyst and pressed it on his chest. He said, "Listen, this heart is about to jump out of the way? I now suspect that you were engaging in us when you set this tactic. Your mother's heart was broken." Who is responsible for the illness ?! "

The data analyst smiled non-stop, "We didn't expect that you can operate so well in actual combat, so powerful, and you have worked hard."

"Do you want to change tactics in the end?" Old Joe asked Yu Yong, "They are too tired, and your brain is too tight to command, so you keep fighting, I'm afraid you can't stand it, do you want to slow down?"

Yu Yong and the staff discussed a fever sticker, took it in his hand, and rubbed it slightly. After pulling Shi Luo's hand, he pressed it on the back bone of Shi Luo's hand and shook his head. "No."

There was not much time for the halftime break, there were all people around, and I had to discuss the tactics with the coaching staff. When there was no time to pull, Luo avoided the people to say anything. Yu Yong was the owner of the lounge, including the staff of the competition. There is, rubbing Shi Luo's hands with hot posts, "Does it hurt?"

Shi Luo nodded, "It's a little ... but it won't affect the next play, no problem."

Chen Huo also suffered from pain. The commando had a greater operational intensity than other occupations. Playing this tactic completely used him and Shi Luodang as a farm animal. Chen Huo looked at Yu Yong with his teeth, and deliberately arched the fire, " Let me first say that there is no need to change the routine, and then ask if it hurts. Shi Luo wants to say that it hurts. Do you want to change the routine? "

The referee came in and asked Yu Yong to sign to confirm the result of the last game. Yu Yong still held Shi Luo in one hand, took the pen in one hand and opened the cap, signed his ID quickly, and said, "Do not change."

Chen Huo took the hot post Puppy handed him and covered his hand, tweeting, "Shishen, look at what you find a peerless good man."

Shi Luo raised his eyes and looked at Yu Yong, whispering, "I'm just looking for a scum man ... I've known it for a long time?"

"Hey, the two are half a catty. What good person is Shi Luo?" Puppy said coolly. "Playing with Yu Yong's feelings ... Sleeping Yu Yong ... Yu Yu is not allowed to disclose their relationship. Really, you put Whisper was replaced by an ordinary person. Did Shi Luo get scumbag? "

Knowing that the player is adjusting the atmosphere of tension, several staff members around the player laughed, and the data analyst rushed to explain the problems that occurred in the previous game and the problems that may still be encountered in the next game. , Yu Yong held Shi Luo's hand from beginning to end.

Zhou Huo stood on the side, competing for the report of the stitches, "I just went to the Holy Sword Lounge for a turn, a group of Sima faces! That arrogant arrogance is gone, I don't understand German, I am definitely cursing anyway, Everyone will work harder. "

"Don't drift away from the enemy first." Lao Qiao was afraid of poisonous milk and desperately stretched his face. "The next game continues, and the other side is not vegetarian. Just now we were completely stunned by us. Yu Yong, now the pressure is on you. The tactics of racing against time and seconds. If you withdraw early, you will lose. If you withdraw later, you will overturn your car. It is your life and death ... "

Old Joe paused, "No way, this job can only be done by people who have never made mistakes, Yu Shen ... Life and death are all on you, can you bear it?"

Yu Yong nodded, "You don't need to give me psychological counseling, tell Chen Huo the last question I just hit."

Just before the game ended, Chen Huo didn't hold back and made a small mistake. Old Joe nodded and went to join Chen Huo to emphasize his consistent positioning problem.

Yu Yong took a deep breath and put her hands in Shi Luo's hands, rubbing.

The referee reminded everyone that the second game was about to begin, everyone nodded, and finally drank and went out. No one paid attention to the others. Only the old Joe who walked at the end noticed that Yu Yong bowed his head and kissed at Shi Luo. Shi Luo was released.

Straight man like old Joe, looking at the back of Yu Yong and Shi Luo, his heart suddenly sour.

Yu Zhannan is not distressed.

That was his Shi Luo. After a game, Shi Luo's two hands were shaking because of overuse. How could he not be distressed?

Zhou Huo looked back at Lao Qiao and followed Lao Qiao's gaze--

The back of Shi Luo's fair-skinned hands was burnt with a few red spots by hot posts. Look at it again ... Yu Yong's right palm was also hot and red.

Lao Qiao inadvertently looked at Zhou Huo, smiled, and shook his head in a natural tone. "What is this, how painful can it be? Not so tired every day ..."

With that being said, Lao Qiao's face was also deeper than before, and the corner of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

I wonder if it was infected by the sky lights before the game started, and old Joe is more sensitive than ever.

Lao Qiao sent four players out of the lounge and waited for a few smiles at several data analysts and Zhou Huo after everyone was gone. "Hey, if you want to win, you have to suffer more than others, thinking you are a genius. Don't have to endure hardships? That's also ... "

The follower brother in the lounge turned his camera to Lao Qiao. Lao Qiao said embarrassedly, waved his hand, and sat down.

How to train in the past, in order to hide how the tactical players practice on the base with their people on their backs, everyone in this room knows clearly, it is needless to say.

Zhou Huo always protects the calves, knowing not to blame the coaching staff's decision-making, but still forced a sentence, "In fact, this kind of trick can be waited for the third and fourth innings ..."

"Cut in." The data analyst said weakly, "When the eight finalists drew the lottery, when discussing tactics ... It was Evil's own proposal, and the opening game directly hid the long-term killing tricks, directly to the holy sword. Now. "

Zhou Huoyusai, there is nothing to say.

Players do not need to take a break during the intermission, and there will be a gap during the intermission. There will be a player video recorded in advance in the competition venue.

At this time, the giant screen of the outfield is showing the blessing video recorded by the holy sword family to the holy sword players.

Lao Qiao frowned at the live video interface Saint Jian family blessing video, "Have you uploaded all these before the game? Is there anything better to put it again ..."

There is no parent of any player in this team, so Lao Qiao is too lazy to watch.

Zhou Huo glanced up and looked dumbfounded, "It's okay, let them go, as if we didn't have it."

Old Joe looked at Zhou Huo unexpectedly, "Where are we from?"

"Don't care, we have anyway." Zhou Huo said firmly, "This time let them go, let us go on the next intermission."

Old Joe frowned, "You ... did you contact their family members?"

"In a team, the two rich and the second generation, one in the family is better than another, who can I contact?" Zhou Huo couldn't help but smile, "No, don't ask, you can see it in the end ... Dare not disturb The members of their family, the players must not let, anyway ... "

Zhou Huo whispered, "... No matter what, our players are always self-reliant and should be used to it."

Old Joe was silent for a moment, and grinned reluctantly, "I don't know if it's because of the calf protection, why do I always feel ... no matter what, we have to be harder than others?"

"What are the same players, and they don't earn more than other professional players of the same level. Why do our players take a few more detours and suffer more?"

Zhou Huo suffocated and waved his hand, "Don't be sensational, please, I have to wait for the end of the final stream, yes, today is the final, let's say ..."

Zhou Huo got up, adjusted his clothes, and said softly, "How can it be so easy to become a god?"

"Not to mention ..." the data analyst interjected weakly. "Today's tactics are the first to be proposed by Evil, and the remaining three people agree."

The data analyst looked at the younger brother with less momentum, and he did n’t have enough confidence. "After the post game, the voice came out. I was sprayed by fans. I can also learn from Manager Zhou and ask our video brother to give me this nameless. Is it a short shot? "

Zhou Huo was angrily laughed, "What do you learn from me? Just do whatever you like, just shoot."

Zhou Huo silently thought: Anyway, how to edit it in the later stage, I will give you a cut without leaving all, and you ca n’t help it.

After shooting the younger brother, he turned the camera lens on the data analyst and signaled that it was OK.

The data analyst looked at the camera and humbly said: "Fans, if the player you like after the game is overworked ... For example, Whisper used too much brain, or Evil Chenhuo used too much force to work accidentally, do n’t blame our coaching staff The tactics we developed with the players are good, but it is up to the players themselves to decide how to run the entire BO5. As for why it is so decided ... "

The data analyst swallowed. "After the game is over, if the result of the game is satisfactory to the players, they should say it in the post-match interview."

In the soundproof room in the front field of the game, Shi Luo moved his hands with red bones at the lower bones and looked at the IDs of the holy swords opposite the game.

"I'd rather have my hand broken, but I also want the Holy Sword to get no points in the quarterfinals."