Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"Welcome back, you are watching the live broadcast of the second day of the PUBG National Elite Tournament, which is exclusively titled by God of War live..."

There was a 10-minute intermission, and immediately after the end there was another thrilling master competition.

After a day of confrontation, whether it is the audience sitting in the venue or the e-sports fans watching the live broadcast in any unknown location, they all have to re-examine the SOD team.

Looking at their style of play as a whole, it should be described in four words: extremely fierce.

Whether it is the tactics or the presentation effect of the gun, it is adding points to the excitement of the game.

There are many fans who are not SOD, and they all hope that the director can give more pictures to SOD.

SOD played steadily on the first day, with two games in the TPP game and two games in the FPP game, and the data of the game without the game is also gorgeous, not inferior to the game team.

The second day's competition was based on the first day's data, so the pressure Zhao Qichen and the others faced now was relatively small compared to the last three.

It is also because of this that today's SOD style of play is even more aggressive than yesterday.

Coupled with the fact that there are only four professional teams left today, there are four more non-professional teams in the game than yesterday.

SOD is even more handy, in simple terms, it is waves!Just do it!
"Captain, I feel like we are back to the time when we used to play KD like crazy... Is this my illusion?"

Ma Hou teased softly in the voice of the team.

"Don't even mention it, I also think... what kind of moth is this organizer doing to bring in so many non-professional people?"

Xiaopang also felt that this kind of competition was not as enjoyable as playing in the national competition, so he quickly agreed.

"I feel like the captain's eyes are red..." Even Lao Lang, who had always been quiet on the field, couldn't help but speak out.

Zhao Qichen had no choice but to finish these four games quickly, and then go out to eat alone with Lin Qiuran.

Jianglin District is relatively large, and the Mars home stadium is located in the bustling city center, while Lin Qiuran's villa is located near the outer ring of Jianglin. Due to yesterday's eight games, the time stretched to the whole day, Lin Qiuran After thinking about it, I decided to book a hotel for a few people.

Three days and two nights, one big bed room and two standard rooms, just lived five of them.

The distribution is very reasonable.

But Zhao Qichen was very reluctant.

Because it was not Lin Qiuran who lived in the standard room with him, but Xiaopang.

Leaving aside the possibility that Zhao Qichen would like to share a room with Lin Qiuran, but sharing a room with Xiaopang is really unbearable.

Zhao Qichen took a shower after Xiaopang yesterday, and Xiaopang fell asleep on his bed when he got out of the bathroom door.

So much so that Zhao Qichen was tortured by his heavy breathing until midnight before he gradually fell asleep.

After waking up this morning, he was immediately rushed into the stadium to start the competition. Zhao Qichen was full of bitterness and hadn't had time to complain to Lin Qiuran.

Fortunately, today's four games will be over in the morning. What Zhao Qichen thinks of now is to end the game quickly and discuss with Lin Qiuran about the reallocation of houses.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Qichen's operations became even more extreme.

"The picture shows SOD's sunshine player—shocked! As expected of the MVP player in the national competition, this wave of pedicure operation is almost wet—"

There was an uproar in the arena. Just now, when Sunshine was one-on-one against one team, he directly shot and exploded the accelerator of the locomotive, and the four of them formed a box in an instant.

Wanting to hit the accelerator of a car that continues to move at high speed, the superb marksmanship can't help but make one's scalp tingle.

"Boss is so fast, rush to the bridal chamber..."

The trio couldn't help but click tut.

Under such high-efficiency operation, the game that was expected to last for a whole morning was completely over an hour and a half earlier.

Four rounds of duel, SOD wins all the chickens!

In this way, the already high points position instantly widened the gap with No.2.

SOD has four games, which also means that the other three professional teams have zero wins today.

Although Mars' state has improved compared to yesterday, and the kill data is a little better, but it is still not equal to yesterday's point difference with HG, and missed the final.

Unsurprisingly, the topic of "SOD All Wins", which was supposed to be an absolute hit, was once again squeezed out by the topic of "Mars upset".

At the dinner table, Lin Qiuran took out her mobile phone and shared these conversations with the members with great interest.

"This trending search is indeed somewhat true."

Ma Hou took Lin Qiuran's phone, flipped through all the topics on the real-time trending list, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Even the topic of "the price of coriander has risen to 50 yuan" is ranked before "SOD wins all".

"We are not even as good as coriander..."

Xiaopang stuffed food into his mouth while wiping away bitter tears.

At this moment, a newly updated Weibo popped up on Lin Qiuran's homepage. The source was Mars' official account:

"Just now, we reluctantly bid farewell to the game with 945 points. The coaching team will carefully analyze the mistakes in the game to avoid arrogance and impetuosity. Please continue to supervise the Martians and give newcomers more opportunities to grow."

Fatty took a closer look, and asked in a daze, "Martian supervisor? What kind of joke is this?"

"The title of a Mars fan..."

The horse monkey also came over and added a sentence.

"What do you know? I didn't ask you, I asked Sister Ran Ran." Xiaopang was full of disgust, and moved away from Mahou's body.

"Mahou is right, it's Mars' fan name..."

Lin Qiuran told Xiaopang with a smile that she learned this when she was browsing the official Mars blog last night.

"Shocked! How did you know?!"

Xiaopang turned his head abruptly, looked at the horse monkey and asked.

"Mars means Mars, isn't it easy to guess?"

Fatty didn't know what Martian's English was, so he turned his head awkwardly and tried to change the subject.

"Why don't we have fan names? The difference is too big..."

Lin Qiuran happened to be thinking about this question these days, so she asked tentatively:
"How about we also register an official blog?"

"Do we have such a thing as fans?"

From the very beginning, when Lin Qiuran's attention was all on his hands, Zhao Qichen felt very uncomfortable. Hearing Lin Qiuran's proposal, he finally couldn't help but speak sullenly.

"Who said there is no such thing, I still have a thousand-person fan group in my Penguin account."

Zhao Qichen turned his head away, the phone will be returned to them after the game anyway, let him stay in the door for a while...

"Why don't you try to register your personal Weibo first?"

To apply for the official Weibo, you need to submit certain supporting materials. Taking advantage of the popularity of the elite competition, you first register the personal Weibo of the players, which will also facilitate the promotion of the official blog.

Otherwise, even if the official blog is successfully registered, it will not look good if the number of followers is too small.

Of course Ma Xiaopang raised his hands in favor, and Ma Hou and Lao Lang also nodded in agreement.

All eyes were on Zhao Qichen.