Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Before the start of the match, Xiaopang made a special phone call.

"Sister Ran Ran, I have officially handed over my game ID to you, please treat it gently."

The tone is called a miserable one.

Lin Qiuran cursed with a smile, but the tension in her heart was relieved a lot.

Although he is a game ID with a chubby face, but after all, it is his first time to set foot on the professional arena.

Hearing the shouts from the auditorium, something called passion came to her heart.

It was the first time she felt this way in such a big age.

"focus."

Zhao Qichen's deep voice came from the headset.

Lin Qiuran regained consciousness slightly.

The game officially begins.

Because of Lin Qiuran's talent for sniping when he was in the fourth row of the training room with a few people before, and the safety factor of the sniper position itself is relatively high, Zhao Qichen had arranged before the game to let Lin Qiuran take the lead in sniping.

He was filling the assault position, and the horse monkey and old wolf remained unchanged.

The warm-up of Quality Square is over, and SOD directly locks on the hillside near P City.

Touching from the hillside bit by bit, the supplies on the way were a bit barren for the four of them.

In less than 5 minutes of development, the two teams met with swords.

The blood bar dropped by half, and Lin Qiuran's hand holding the mouse began to tremble involuntarily.

"The other side is looking at me—"

"Captain, move south 45—"

"Horse monkey, give me a row of five or six bullets—"

The voice in the headset was very chaotic.

Lin Qiuran couldn't adapt to the direct transformation from the usual four-row entertainment to the high-intensity competition.

Communication within the team has become the biggest problem.

"Slow down, don't mess up."

Zhao Qichen pushed the headset forward, with a calming power in his voice.

Several people adjusted their state, and after adapting, they began to cooperate with Lin Qiuran's rhythm.

Lin Qiuran also exhaled lightly, found the bunker to ensure her own safety, and gave herself a bottle of medicine.

Watching the red on the blood bar slowly disappear, the tense nerves relaxed a little.

Although the overall rhythm of the team has been adjusted and everyone's touch is slowly emerging, the opposite Mars is aggressive and does not give them a chance to breathe.

Seeing that SOD was in chaos, he seized the flaw and wiped it out in one fell swoop.

The first game is over.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Lin Qiuran's back, and his muscles trembled involuntarily.

"The next game will be based on the feeling just now."

In the training room, Zhao Qichen instructed the players.

Lin Qiuran sat on a chair with piercing eyes.

She gently massaged the muscles of her two arms, feeling the slight soreness in her arms.

Sure enough, the professional game is no joke.

After a game, the consumption of physical and mental energy is completely incomparable with that of passers-by.

After simply analyzing the mistakes made in the previous game, and making tactical adjustments based on the specific performance of the first game, the 10-minute intermission ended quickly.

Walking back to the competition seat, Lin Qiuran's mood was no longer the same as before.

The steps under her feet reveal a firmness, and her long-standing dazzling and powerful aura.

In fact, the state of the official game is also the same.

When it was announced in the first game that Mars was eating chicken, the audience at the scene more or less felt that SOD's performance was different from usual.

But at the beginning of the second game, this strange feeling disappeared.

Lin Qiuran finally settled down and brought out her own level.

Under the cover of Zhao Qichen and Lao Lang, Lin Qiuran successfully knocked down the two Mars.

In the end, he narrowly beat the chicken, and Lin Qiuran also smiled when he heard the whispers of several people in the headset.

"Nice, sister Ran Ran—"

Ma Hou took off the earphones and praised Lin Qiuran.

The old wolf also cast eyes with the same emotion.

Lin Qiuran smiled, and turned to look at Zhao Qichen.

Zhao Qichen didn't speak, just smiled at her and gave her a slight thumbs up.

……

The fiery state of SOD continued until the start of the fourth round, when Kwon Sung finally couldn't sit still.

The veins on the temples were straight up, and Quan Cheng smashed the water glass in his hand on the ground:
"Who the hell will explain to me what's going on?"

Because before the game is over, no one except the referee will see the scene in the competition area, and the referee has not received the order that Lin Qiuran cannot play, so now, except for a few people from SOD's own team, no one knows that he is now replacing Xiaopang The position will be the manager of the team.

Quan Cheng didn't know either.

He is now in a state of great panic.

In the fourth game, if Mars can't eat chicken, and the data is not gorgeous enough to cause insufficient points, the game may be directly GG.

Residents on several floors near the SOD's movement last night knew that the assault unit was sent to the hospital overnight.

According to Xiao Yu's situation, whether he can get through this period of time safely is a problem.

Why was he able to play again today and play so well?

This kind of panic was not only felt by Quan Cheng in the stands, but also Xiao Yu who was spending 10 minutes in the lounge.

"It doesn't make sense."

Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Yu suddenly cursed.

"What's unreasonable?"

Although everyone was still struggling with the results of the previous three games, when they heard Xiao Yu say such a nonsensical sentence, they all cast suspicious glances.

Xiao Yu naturally wouldn't tell them the truth.

Mao Yu stood alone at the far end of the lounge, with his head down, looking like he was thinking about a problem.

In fact, when he lost the second game, he clearly felt that there was something wrong with Xiao Yu's performance in the third game.

Although there is nothing wrong with each action, it gives people a feeling that he is panicking when arranged together.

As for whether this feeling is right or not, Maoyu doesn't dare to speculate.

In the current battle situation, all the pressure was on his team.

Mao Yu gritted his teeth lightly and turned on the phone screen.

In the text box, there was a letter lying quietly.

"come on."

What a simple word.

Sender, Zang Yue.

With this added, it's not easy.

After confirming that he was still out of contact with the club today, Senior Zang Yue sent himself a cheering text message before the game.

Although Mao Yu was a little silly in these aspects, he also knew that Zang Yue didn't want Quan Cheng to know the existence of this text message.

He didn't explain why he lost contact, and he didn't even explain whether he would come back, just these two words.

It was enough to make the blood dormant in the heart of this young man surge.

"Still in the mood to play with your phone during the game? What an idiot."

Xiaoyu's angry shout interrupted Maoyu's thoughts.

Just adding the halo buff of "Zangyue's hand-picked substitute player", it's hard for Xiao Yu to have a good impression of him.

Mao Yu immediately turned off the lights, followed the team and walked to the competition area.

Where no one saw, Maoyu lightly clenched his fist.

"Senior Cang Yue, I will definitely work hard..."