Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"We saw people from Mars on the way back just now. I don't know if it's my illusion. I feel that the man in the lead doesn't look very good..."

On the second day of the offseason, the entire SOD team went to an Internet cafe near the hotel for training as originally planned.

Because the results of the second day's competition and the draw of the winning team will be released soon, they didn't stay too long and returned to the hotel early.

As soon as he entered the door, Xiaopang whispered to Lin Qiuran who was watching the live broadcast in the room.

Lin Qiuran was concentrating on the tiebreaker between the two teams in the west of the TV screen, and didn't pay any attention to what Xiaopang said.

Seeing that the team members had returned, Lin Qiuran still didn't leave his eyes.

"You are back... I feel that the two Western teams are not as bad as you said..."

Hearing what Lin Qiuran said, the players' attention was also shifted to the TV screen.

The two teams have reached the moment when they face each other head-on. The two sides exchanged fire, and the battle was fierce.

Zhao Qichen sneered, but did not speak.

This smile made Lin Qiuran a little embarrassed.

Isn't this blatantly despising yourself...

The horse monkey also smiled slightly:

"I understand, I understand, Sister Ran Ran, everyone looks like a god fighting."

Lin Qiuran snorted softly and turned her head away.

"You guys are too inflated, you underestimate the enemy..."

"It's just pecking at each other."

Although Zhao Qichen was a little arrogant in terms of games, he really had no expectations for today's two teams.

Although Zhao Qichen has never been able to understand the domestic competition system, this did not delay the team's display of strength.

When the Western Conference resumed, he refreshed his understanding of the quality of professional games.

When he first entered the room, he cast a casual glance, but it was still too horrible to look at.

Lin Qiuran's face was full of black lines, and he finally chose to mute the TV.

"What did Fatty just say..."

Lin Qiuran changed the subject calmly.

When Xiaopang heard that he was called, he immediately cleared his throat.

"We ran into Mars when we came back just now. Xiaoyu, who was exposed as a grass fan before, seems to have returned to the team today. The man in the team leader doesn't know his identity, and his face is really not very good... I wondered if I was thinking about Xiaoyu. educate."

The horse monkey and the old wolf also nodded thoughtfully.

Although Xiaopang's tone was a little exaggerated, the scene he described was indeed what everyone saw with their own eyes.

Lin Qiuran was not very interested in what Xiaopang said, especially after hearing the name "Xiao Yu".

"Are you hungry? I'll order you something to eat. I'll wait for the result of the lottery to come out and prepare for tomorrow's game at night."

Fatty saw that he didn't get any feedback from Lin Qiuran in his description, and was slightly disappointed.

"Sister Ran Ran, aren't you curious at all?"

Lin Qiuran shook her head, and replied in a flat tone:
"Why should I be curious, is there anything I should be curious about?"

Fatty was speechless.

……

In the room on the same floor as they were in the other direction, all the Mars starting substitutes except Zangetsu were sitting.

The leading man who Xiaopang said was "in a bad mood" was Quan Cheng, who had been having a headache because of Zangyue's loss of contact.

"Manager, can't you contact the captain now?"

A starting player beside him asked cautiously.

Quan Cheng didn't speak, but frowned tightly and smoked.

After a long time, he stubbed out his cigarette and spoke slowly:
"The Western Conference game will be over soon, and the lottery ceremony will begin. I'll wait for him for an hour. If he still doesn't move...Mao Yu, you start."

This result was expected by everyone, but no one wanted to see it happen.

Xiao Yu, who had been silent by the side all this time, smacked his lips and opened his mouth:
"The sniper position can be on the top of Mao Yu, but the captain is not here, what should I do with the in-game commander? Let Mao Yu command?"

The gully between Quan Cheng's brows and eyes deepened.

When Maoyu heard this, he immediately jumped out and waved his hands.

"I can't do it, I can't do it...my command experience competition is far from enough..."

Xiaoyu saw Maoyu's obedient appearance, and sneered mercilessly:
"What are you worried about? Do you really think we're going to give you command?"

Xiao Yu's words were full of disdain for Maoyu. Although Maoyu could feel his malice, he didn't have the slightest retaliation.

Lowering his head silently, Mao Yu clenched his fist in the dark.

Quan Cheng also doesn't have the energy to pay attention to the cynicism between them now, he is now full of worries about the game the day after tomorrow.

He has also seen the strength of SOD. This team has a completely different feeling from last year, and with it, it is full of threats.

He wouldn't allow Mars to rout at his hands.

"Tomorrow we and SOD will defend the winning teams of today's two days respectively. No surprises, we will definitely meet SOD in the final. If Zang Yue doesn't show up in the final, how sure are you of beating them?"

Quan Cheng threw it out, and there was no sound in the room.

It's not so much that they don't want to come out as a leader for the first time, it's better to say that none of the team members has the confidence to be sure.

Seeing the atmosphere in the room, Quan Cheng clenched his teeth.

"When you get into trouble, one or two can't do it. I didn't see you come out to catch your breath at this time..."

When he said this, Quan Cheng cast his eyes on Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu knew that she had done something wrong, so she could only lower her head in a guilty conscience and dare not speak out.

Because of his own affairs some time ago, Quan Cheng spent a lot of energy.

So in the past, Xiao Yu used to dare to shout three times in front of Quan Cheng, but now he has restrained a lot.

"Xiao Yu, I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

Quan Cheng took out another cigarette and lit it lightly.

"Brother, say it."

Hearing what Quan Cheng said, Xiao Yu immediately joined in.

"If SOD enters the finals tomorrow, I have something I need you to do..."

When he said this, Quan Cheng took a sharp puff of cigarette, and his eyes flashed a gloomy coldness.

"What's the matter, as long as I can do it, just tell me."

Quan Cheng didn't rush to answer immediately, but lightly tapped the taro in front of him.

"Zangyue won't come back, you guys take Maoyu to practice your hands first, before you meet SOD, give me a little bit of victory."

Quan Cheng sternly ordered.

As the team manager, he has always been willing to be a hands-off shopkeeper, leaving most of the decision-making power to the players themselves.

All because of the dominance of the players in the country.

Now SOD's comeback really made him feel threatened.

Coupled with the last Weibo incident, the club put pressure on themselves.

If he doesn't do anything to restore the situation, what will happen if he is not a player, but as a manager, he may have to resign and leave.

Quan Cheng would never allow such a thing to happen.

Since this is the case, of course he has to choose, new and old enemies will be counted together.