Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

The second round begins.

"Can SOD continue to be the strongest team in the league and win the first place in this friendly match? We will wait and see."

SOD-maoyu knocked down Mars xiaoyu with 98k.

"The two teams, Mars and SOD, are really in love with each other, but SOD seems to have regained their status in this round, and the rankings have jumped to No.3!"

DS-pokerK knocked out SOD-mahou with M416.

"Oh! I didn't expect that SOD hadn't healed from the last war, and DS followed closely!"

DS-pokerJ used M416 to knock down SOD-laolang.

"SOD has lost two generals in a row, and the position is extremely unfavorable, so it is difficult to save them. Now it is facing a four-on-two situation. It can be said that there are more bad luck than good luck."

In the end, after DS lost two players, the entire SOD team was wiped out, ranking No.9 in a single game and ranking fourth in total points.

Zhao Qichen looked at Mao Yu's nervous face in front of the screen, and secretly sighed.

If he knew it earlier, he would have to participate in the competition. Putting so much pressure on Maoyu is also his problem.

At the end of the three rounds of friendly matches, the SOD team ranked fourth overall, DS ranked first, and won the Little Gold Cup.

The audience chanted the name of DS, and at the same time some radical fans left the venue angrily, Mao Yu became the target of public criticism for a while.

Team members refused post-match interviews, but fortunately, the reporters did not force them.

Everyone was carrying peripheral bags, and they were silent all the way. After returning to rest, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point. Wen Zhouxing's face was also black and white, which was ugly.

After putting down the peripheral bag, Mao Yu kept his head down, and Ma Hou didn't dare to say anything more. The old wolf wanted to go forward to comfort him, but was stopped by Ma Hou.

"In his current situation, no one can go forward to persuade him, but it will have a counterproductive effect. Let him be alone."

Wen Zhouxing said lightly, to be honest, he thought that the result would be unsatisfactory, but he didn't expect the result to be so bad, but this is not the fault of Maoyu, after all, strong strength does not mean that he can control the command position perfectly.

After a long silence, Wen Zhouxing went out to make a phone call with Xiaohong, and after discussing the PR, he posted a Weibo on the official blog to appease the fans to the greatest extent.

After returning to the lounge, Mao Yu suddenly looked up at him, Wen Zhouxing was taken aback, and the other party had already stood up and walked in front of everyone.

The others looked at him in surprise, and Mao Yu clasped his hands together, pursed his lips, and bowed instantly.

"I'm sorry everyone, this time it's because of my problem that I got such an unsatisfactory result. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he bowed again, Ma Hou took a look at Xiaopang, smiled awkwardly, and jokingly said: "No, no, we are also responsible. After all, you don't have much experience, and we have always relied on you. On the contrary, we are also responsible for putting you under so much pressure."

It was rare for Ma Hou to say a serious word, and Lao Lang nodded in satisfaction.

Maoyu picked at her fingers, her voice muffled.

"No, when the captain led us, there was never such a situation. Being surrounded by two teams, and even isolating a weak point like the horse monkey, is all a matter of my formation. I'm really sorry."

Mahou curled his lips, expressing that he was fine, but he didn't know what to say.

Wen Zhouxing looked at their atmosphere, heaved a sigh of relief, stood up, and walked in front of Mao Yu, who looked up at him with red eyes.

"Do you know that your strength is still a long way off?"

Maoyu nodded.

"Very good, so you have to practice hard. It's not enough just to fight hard enough, or the gun is stable and accurate. In fact, I discovered this problem in the last game. I just hope you can understand it in practice. It’s more effective if I tell you directly.”

Mao Yu pursed his lips and nodded, feeling wronged, Wen Zhouxing was too embarrassed to scold him, so he simply patted him on the shoulder.

While several people were talking, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and the loud noise attracted several people to look over.

Yu Xintian's complexion was very bad, panting heavily, looked at several people for a few seconds, and then began to speak angrily.

"What's going on with you? I have been given such a big problem as soon as I started working. Do you know what the company scolded me for? Did you do it on purpose? You don't need to use your own if you want to drive me away." Fame is a joke!"

As soon as they entered the door, they were questioned a series of times. The men panicked, and Yu Xintian's face flushed red with anger.

This was the first time she led a team, but she didn't expect that she would be the one to take the lead. The first battle after taking up the post was to change the main force, and her strength plummeted.

Coupled with the fact that several people were obviously dissatisfied with her some time ago, and missed the former manager even more, it is natural to think that these people deliberately wanted to drive her away, so they did not perform well.

The second monk Wenzhou Xingzhang couldn't figure it out, and Mao Yu looked at the embarrassment of several people, so he hurried forward to admit his mistake.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. My lack of ability caused the team's performance to plummet. I'm really sorry, and I will take responsibility."

Seeing his appearance, Yu Xintian became annoyed, and chuckled lightly, her tone full of sarcasm.

"Responsible? How are you responsible? Why don't you quit the team now, I can report your situation to the company, if you are not strong enough to be expelled from the team, it's normal."

Hearing this sentence, the others stood up abruptly and looked at Yu Xintian in disbelief. Ma Hou said first, "What do you mean? Mao Yu is going to be fired because of a bad performance in a friendly match? Why do you have it?"

Yu Xintian crossed his arms and looked at him coldly.

"As I am the manager, I have the final say."

The others looked at her fiercely and said something wrong with her in a few words. Mao Yu was frightened, bowed her head and said nothing, her hands were entangled.

Wen Zhouxing couldn't bear to see such a scene, walked up to Yu Xintian, and stared at her closely: "Whatever you say doesn't matter, I'm the coach, and if I say Maoyu is fine, you can't fire him."

Yu Xintian stared at her closely, gasped slightly, his eyes were red, he was so wronged that the others didn't dare to speak.

Immediately afterwards, she looked at a few people, glared fiercely, turned around and slammed the door and left.

Maoyu stood where he was, and Mahou hugged him and said, "It's okay, I won't fire you, don't worry, this manager has a really bad temper, and he got so angry when he came."

Xiaopang nodded, and then comforted Maoyu.

Looking at the mess, Wenzhouxing sighed silently, but thought in his heart why Lin Qiuran resigned, left such a large group of people to himself, and brought in such a hard-to-serve manager.

After a few flashes outside the door, the reporter put away the camera in satisfaction, and with a slight smile, he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Editor-in-Chief, I have caught a piece of news here, which will definitely satisfy you."

"Okay, okay, absolutely sure, I will work hard, as long as you give me this chance!"

"it is good!"

With that said, the reporter hung up the phone, glanced at the group of people in the lounge, took a few more photos silently, looked around, turned around and left in silence.