"Cough cough ..."

Wenxi, who was drinking water, heard Ling Shuyi's words, and almost sipped water on his face.

It was hard to swallow in the end, but it was choked, and there was a sudden cough.

At this moment, Mo Chen came over and saw Wenxi choked on the water, almost instinctively patting his back: "What's wrong? Drink slowly."

The words are gentle ... His teammates and coach can't help but goose goose bumps, Chen Wei can't bear to sigh-"It is enough, show on the field, show off the field!"

"Okay, let's debug the equipment and go to you." Chen Xiao slapped him on the back. "No matter how they show, at least they helped the team get points. If you dare to give me a box, let their efforts give up their efforts. , You're done! "

"Oh, it hurts! How many times have I said it, tap lightly!" Chen Wei glared at Chen Xiao with dissatisfaction, and then walked around his back, struggling hard to touch the place where the pain was shot, and then said nothing, debug the equipment went.

At this time, the big points above the arena are showing the current points of the major teams.

Since the first game CLM got the most people and ranked the highest, so they finally got more than double the total points than the second place, completely in a crushing attitude, at first glance it is An unsurpassable sense of oppression.

But whether it is Chen Wei or Ling Shuyi, we all know that this ranking is only temporary. The key is to watch the four-row match in the afternoon and the next six days.

Mo Chen and Wen Xi are indeed outrageously strong, but whether CLM can win the final championship depends on the efforts of all the team.

*

Soon, the intermission time ended, and the second double-row match began.

Mo Chen and Wen Xi sat in the player's rest area and watched the game where Ling Shuyi and Chen Wei participated with the audience.

The SGH professional league system stipulates that the same player cannot participate in the single-line and double-line matches of the same day.

Therefore, no matter how he wants to win every game, Mo Chen has to rely on the strength of his teammates.

Wen Xi held his water glass with both hands and took a sip. While Ling Shuyi and Chen Wei were away, he tentatively asked Mo Chen: "Can I ask you a question?"

Mo Chen "huh" said: "I said earlier, as long as I can answer your question, I will try my best to satisfy."

Saying this again ...

Wenxi sighed helplessly: "I wanted to ask you a long time ago ... You clearly want to win the championship, why not transfer to a stronger team, such as YEY, MQ. With your strength, go anywhere Is there a chance to play? "

Mo Chen froze for a moment and did not answer immediately.

God knows how long he has considered the transfer since the end of the 15th professional league global finals, but in the end he couldn't make up his mind.

"I didn't think so much when I established CLM." He said, "I think it's better to build one instead of joining another team." After a pause, he decided to tell the truth. "In fact, I have considered the transfer, but YEY I ca n’t stand the character of the captain, and MQ ’s style is not suitable for me. In addition, when Chen Xiaogang retired at that time, Lan Yan ’s strength is not as good as it is now ... "

Halfway through, he realized what seemed like a sudden stop, and it took a while

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