"Then... we can only persist and perfect this style of play." Zhang Xinjie perfected this possibility based on the premise proposed by Han Wenqing.
So everyone was silent. As for why they couldn't try, this is a question that the gossip party must be concerned about. But as Xingxin's opponents, this may not be important. What they need to pay attention to is the result: Why will Mo Fan grow?
What kind of player.
"Go back and take a closer look at this player's game video!" Zhang Xinjie said.
In the end, Mo Fan won the game. As soon as it ended, Song Qiying rushed out of the competition seat and walked quickly towards Xingxin's competition seat.
"Is this little guy still so obsessed with playing after the game? This is even more extreme than Zhang Xinjie!" Fang Rui said.
"Do you think Mo Fan will pay attention to him?" Wei Chen asked.
"Well...it depends on whether Mo Fan can understand his intention. If he does, he won't refuse, right?" Fang Rui said.
As soon as he said these words, Mo Fan also walked out of the Xingxin competition booth. He looked at the other end and walked straight towards the steps to the exit.
"Hey!" Song Yingqi called out when he saw this, and simply ran away, finally catching up with Mo Fan.
Mo Fan looked at him strangely, confused.
Song Yingqi's physique seemed to be quite average. He ran a few steps and was breathing heavily.
"I said...how could you fight like this?" Song Yingqi said.
Mo Fan frowned, obviously not understanding what Song Yingqi was going to say, so he ignored him and turned around to continue walking.
Song Yingqi didn't try to stop him, and walked quickly to Song Yingqi's side while panting heavily: "How can you have such an attacking rhythm? Why don't you continue the offensive in one go? With your skills, isn't that more powerful?" Song Yingqi said.
With.
This time, Mo Fan understood what he said. Without stopping, he turned to look at Song Yingqi and said, "I can't."
"Why not?" Song Yingqi asked.
Why not?
This question made Mo Fan think about it for a while, but he still couldn't organize it into a clear description. Finally, he gave Song Yingqi a maddening answer: "Because I can't."
"What do you mean because you can't! Hey, everything should have a reason, right? Do you have to do this rhythm? What makes you insist on this rhythm?" Song Yingqi was still asking.
Mo Fan frowned deeper and deeper, but he just didn't know how to answer. He just wanted to get rid of the annoying guy next to him quickly, so he couldn't help but walk a little faster.
"Why aren't you talking? Oh, is this your secret? Well, if we are opponents, then I really shouldn't ask so many questions, but I think there are still many things worth correcting in your playing style!" Song Yingqi called
road.
When he said this, he had already arrived at Xingxin's player bench. Mo Fan speeded up and walked to his seat again. Song Yingqi followed him here and knew that he could not get into Xingxin's player bench. He could only sit there.
His face was helpless. And his last words, Xingxin
Everyone here and everyone heard it, and they all looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. They still thought that Song Yingqi was chasing Mo Fan just to touch his hand, and they were still laughing at him for being more rigid and stubborn than Zhang Xinjie! How could they have thought that this guy was going all the way?
Are you pestering Mo Fan to tell him this?
"Kid." Ye Xiu started to speak, "You are right, there are indeed many areas for improvement in his playing style. But so do you, you also have many areas that need to be improved."
"I will try my best, but he..." Song Yingqi looked unwilling.
"He will also work hard. I look forward to the next showdown between you two." Ye Xiu smiled.
"Thank you, senior, for your advice." Song Yingqi actually bowed to Ye Xiu.
"Don't be like this..." Ye Xiu hurriedly tried to stop him, but he couldn't do it in time. Suddenly, the whole audience burst into an uproar, with various boos and whistles.
"Look... I told you not to!" Ye Xiu said helplessly. Song Yingqi actually bowed to Ye Xiu. No matter what the reason was, Tyranny fans would be extremely unhappy!
"It should be." Song Yingqi insisted stubbornly. The reaction of the audience did not seem to make him feel regretful. After saying this, he returned to their Tyranny player bench. On the contrary, Tyranny's veterans felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
.
"What's going on? What did Ye Xiu tell you?" Zhang Xinjie asked.
"Don't take anything that guy said to heart. It's all rubbish, you know?" Zhang Jiale said very seriously.
"He just said that I still have a lot to improve," Song Yingqi said.
"Hey, does it sound like a human saying?" Zhang Jiale was confused and glanced in Xingxin's direction, only to see Ye Xiu looking towards him. When he saw Zhang Jiale looking over, he smiled and waved.
Zhang Jiale decisively turned his head back and said with a sullen face: "Try to have as little contact with him as possible, you know? Look at how cunning his smile is."
Song Yingqi looked back and was confused. Why couldn't he see the treachery in that smile?
"Okay, go and have a rest. Don't worry too much about the outcome." Zhang Xinjie said to Song Yingqi.
Song Yingqi nodded and sat back in his seat, but his mind was still thinking about the game just now. Why must we use such a rhythm? Song Yingqi became curious about this issue.
At this time, the third team players of both sides' individual competition have already appeared. Happy is still Su Mucheng and her Orange Rain and Wind, while Tyranny is actually Zhang Jiale and his Dazzling Hundred Blossoms.
"It's time for us to score a point!" As Zhang Jiale's message flooded, the two gun-type professions started to fight. In the end, Zhang Jiale completed his scoring declaration and defeated Su Mucheng, finally helping Tyranny win the individual competition.
Got 1 point.
Then, in the arena competition, Xingxin sent Fang Rui, Baozi and Tang Rou. Tyranny's lineup was Qin Muyun, Bai Yanfei and Han Wenqing. The two sides went back and forth and fought until the fifth round. In the end, Tyranny won.
victory.
"This Bao Rongxing's instability is really a headache! When it's good, it's magical, but when it's bad, it's like sleepwalking." Everyone can see that Baozi is the match point for the group competition.
Her performance after coming on the field was not very good, and she was easily defeated by Bai Yanfei. Facing an opponent with more than one player, Tang Rou failed to counterattack in the end, and Tyranny gained another 2 points.
At this point, the single player match is over, with Tyranny leading 3 to 2. The team match will determine today's winner.
"You should pay more attention to Zhang Xinjie's playing style in the team competition. If I remember correctly, he is your idol, right?" Ye Xiu said to An Wenyi before getting ready to go on the court.
This young man at the forefront of the storm is still holding Happy's lifeline game after game. Although Happy defeated the opponent 10-0 in the last round, the team competition mainly relied on powerful attacks. As a healer on the defensive end, An Wenyi was on
In the last game, my performance was limited. Now, it’s time to fight a tough battle again.
At that time, Tyranny... An Wenyi turned out to be a fan of this team. But after joining Happy, he gradually developed a sense of belonging to Happy, and his feeling towards Tyranny became a little indifferent. In the first half of the league
The first time he was his opponent, An Wenyi felt a little strange, but this time he was very calm.
Zhang Xinjie? An Wenyi glanced at the Tyranny player seat. Zhang Xinjie was sitting upright in his seat with his eyes closed and concentrating.
"I've watched his games a lot better," An Wenyi said. If you want to improve, you want to make progress, how could you not think of this method of learning from a great master? An Wenyi is already very familiar with watching Zhang Xinjie's games to learn from him.
"Watching videos and understanding from actual combat are very different, so pay more attention!" Ye Xiu said.
"I will." An Wenyi, he cannot grow into a super healer overnight. He will not miss any way and opportunity to improve. Feeling the level of Zhang Xinjie, the first priest, in actual combat, this
This kind of opportunity is indeed rare, there are only two in a season.
Soon, it was time to show up.
On Xingxin's side, there was Ye Xiu, Su Mucheng, Fang Rui, Qiao Yifan and An Wenyi, Tang Rou's sixth player, the same lineup as in the reincarnation.
On Tyranny's side, there are Han Wenqing, Lin Jingyan, Bai Yanfei, Qin Muyun, Zhang Xinjie, and Song Qiying as the sixth person.
"Tyranny still adheres to their rotation policy. Zhang Jiale only played in the individual competition and did not appear in the team competition lineup." Pan Lin said after seeing Tyranny's lineup. Tyranny this season, even Han Wenqing is no longer a
The unbeatable main force. He, Lin Jingyan, and Zhang Jiale, the three veterans, have not appeared together in a team competition for a long time.
The rotations of other teams are all targeted adjustments based on the opponents. But Tyranny's rotation seems more like rotation for the sake of rotation. This system has lasted for half a season. When the initial record was not good, it also had
After being questioned. But after the results gradually stabilized, the doubters
The voices have finally decreased a lot. But even so, Tyranny's record this season is far less strong than last season. And this kind of rotation is not a tactical need, but more like older players reducing competition consumption to maintain their condition. Understand this
After one o'clock, all people were left with was a sigh of relief.
In the team competition, Team Tyranny finally won.
Although Zhang Jiale did not play, their lineup was sophisticated enough. Xingxin An Wenyi's shortcomings were immediately magnified when encountering a strong team. Especially in this game, Tyranny had the No. 1 Priest of Glory in charge. The technical statistics of the two Priests were directly compared.
In comparison, An Wenyi failed miserably.
"Alas..." An Wenyi sighed. He was almost numb to failure. In this direct conversation with Zhang Xinjie, the other party's performance made An Wenyi madly think that "it can't be done."
After the game, the players from both sides shook hands and greeted each other. An Wenyi kept his head hanging low. Now there are reasons why Happy loses every team match. He estimates that in the eyes of his opponents, he is probably that "pig-like teammate"
, he didn’t want to face such a look.
"The timing is perfect." Until he heard someone say this while shaking hands with him, he raised his head.
"I finally understand why Xingxin insisted on choosing you." Zhang Xinjie, the first priest he had admired for a long time, was speaking to him in front of him.
