Report, coaches produce and sell themselves [e-sports]

Although they entered the semi-finals, the players' interest was not high.Song Yu was afraid that Shanglu would get angry, so he kept silently paying attention to the situation, ready to stop people at any time.

Everyone sat in their seats to eat, and no one said a word after the meal, even Meng Xing and Lin Yu, who were the most active on weekdays, remained silent.

"There will be no replay tonight, you guys go to bed early." After Shang Lu finished speaking, he got up and left the dining table, and went back to his room.

Seeing that Shang Lu really left, Song Yu said in a low voice: "No matter what happens, the game is over now, and no matter how much you struggle, you can't make up for it. You are tired today, just listen to your coach and have a good rest at night! "

After finishing speaking, Song Yu signaled Lian Mu to say a few words, Lian Mu understood, sighed and said: "There are still five days until the semi-finals, if you don't want to compete in today's state, go back and rest."

Hearing this, Meng Xing patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Don't blame yourself, let's go!"

Meng He lowered his head and made no statement, but followed his brother out of the hotel restaurant and into the elevator.Meng Xing personally sent Meng He to the door of the room, but did not dare to send anyone in.

"Brother, if the coach says something serious later, you will come to see brother if you are really sad!" He really regretted letting his brother live with the coach. The coach must be angry today. The old man is angry, and the younger brother will suffer!

Lian Mu has been following the two of them, seeing that Meng Xing still hasn't left, he stepped forward and pulled him away, saying, "The matter must be resolved."

He said, looked at Meng He, and said slowly: "Meng He, tonight we all have to think about why we lost. It doesn't matter if we lose. The team can afford it. But the semi-finals are coming soon. Is it you?" The bet is more important, or the team is more important?"

After all, Lian Mu took Meng Xing back to his room, leaving Meng He standing alone at the door of the room, hesitating whether to enter or not.

"If you make a mistake, you have to admit it. Avoiding it will only disappoint more people." Meng He took a deep breath and opened the door with his room card.

I saw that the lights in the room were not turned on, and there seemed to be no one in the room.

Meng He looked into the room suspiciously, and reached out to touch the switch to turn on the light, but the door was closed suddenly, and the room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

"So, you care more about what others think?" Shang Lu leaned against the door, groping the wall with his hands, trying to find the switch.

As soon as he closed the door, he regretted it. He only wanted to trap the little guy and let him explain it well, but he forgot that he was afraid of the dark.

Meng He lowered his head. He couldn't see where the coach was, so he could only lower his head to the approximate location of the sound source in front of him, and said weakly, "Yes, I care."

He not only cares about himself, but also cares about the coach.Now he's with the coach, and if he gets too bad grades, he doesn't deserve the coach.

In the darkness, Shang Lu finally touched the switch and turned on the small light at the door. Seeing the connection, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two faced each other under the shroud of dim light, and if Meng He took a step back, he would leave the light.

Shang Lu stepped forward to hold Meng He, sighed, hugged him in his arms, and said in a low voice, "You said yourself that you like this game. Since you like it, you shouldn't have so many distracting thoughts."

"I belong to you, no matter what your ranking is, it won't change the fact, so you don't have to worry about it at all. But ACD lost, it's not your fault alone."

Meng He leaned on the coach's shoulder, his eyes were hot, and he said in a muffled voice: "Coach, I know I was wrong."

When Shang Lu heard the cry of the child, his legs became weak. He had saved a few words of education, but now they were all in vain. He asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be emotional, I shouldn't bet."

Shang Lu shook his head and pointed out: "It's not just because of this."

Meng He looked up at the coach, and quickly asked, "What else? I'll change it!" He really admitted his mistake, and he will find a way to make up for what happened today.

Shang Lu touched the back of Meng He's neck, turned on the light in the room, and led Meng He inside.He picked up the phone on the bed and opened a photo.

The photo was taken secretly by him.In the photo, four people gathered in front of a computer to discuss tactics. Meng He was always taking notes, his eyes full of seriousness.

"You want to win, and the players also want to win. No one wants to lose in this game. I know that your skills in single row and single four row are very good. No matter who is selected in the team, you may not be able to play well. You. Everyone has seen today's game, if you have enough money, it may not be the American team that gets the chicken in the end."

Shanglu said, pointed at the photo again, and asked back: "But do you remember that you have a team? Your teammates can not only help you up when you fall down, they can help you a lot."

"Meng Xinglin has blocked many bullets for you, helped you investigate countless points, and cooperated with all your reasonable tactics."

"When Lian Mu is playing forward, the camera will look at you from time to time to help you cover and clear obstacles."

"As for you, you are in charge of being the striker and helping the team find the way. This team can obviously help each other! Your mistake today is that you don't trust your teammates. Can you win PGC alone?"

"Meng He, let me ask you now, do you prefer to fight alone or fight side by side with your teammates?" Shang Lu said, seeing the phone in Meng He's palm, let him look at it carefully.

Meng He looked at the coach, looked down slowly, and looked at the phone screen, his eyes gradually became firmer, as if he had figured it out.

"Coach, I understand! I'm going out for a while." After Meng He finished speaking, he returned the phone to the coach and ran out of the room.

Shanglu looked down at the photos on his phone, and smiled lightly. His children are still sensible.

Meng He trotted to the room of his brother and the captain, knocked tentatively on the door, and asked, "Brother, captain, can I have a word with you?"

Lian Mu, who was reviewing the video in the room, was a little puzzled, but he opened the door anyway.

"Your brother is in the bathroom." Lian Mu saw that Meng He looked much better now than before. It should be that what Master said was effective.

Hearing the sound, Meng Xing poked his head out of the bathroom with foam on his head and asked, "Xiaohe, what's the matter!"

Afterwards, he had a bad feeling in his heart, returned to the bathroom and immediately rinsed it, then came out wrapped in a towel, and quickly asked, "Did the coach really scold you?"

Lian Mu took a look at Meng Xing, and silently took a nightgown from the room and handed it to him.

Meng Xing took it and muttered, "My brother is not an outsider."

"Come in and talk?" Lian Mu turned sideways, making way for Meng He to come in through the aisle.

Meng He waved his hand and explained his purpose of coming: "I'll just say a few words, and then I'll leave!"

Afterwards, Meng He bowed to the two and apologized, "I'm sorry!"

"I will work hard in the next game, let's play together!"

Lian Mu probably knew what Master and Meng He said, nodded and said, "Your bet with others..."

Meng He shook his head and said: "This is my own business, but I know that I have to build the team well first, and today's mistakes will not happen again!"

Lian Mu laughed and explained: "I mean, your bet, as your teammates, we will help you. What you have to do is to trust us and believe that ACD will not lose."

Meng He clenched his fists tightly, protecting the emotion in his heart, bowed to the captain again, and said seriously: "Thank you, captain! I'm fine, good night, captain and brother!"

Seeing his younger brother knocking on Lin Yu's room again, Meng Xing was stunned because he still hadn't figured out what his younger brother said just now.

Seeing him in a daze, Lian Mu shook his head helplessly, pointed at the foam on Meng Xing's hair with some disgust and said: "There is still foam, go back and wash it again."

When Lin Yu heard the knock on the door, he thought it was the takeaway he hadn't eaten just now. When he opened the door, he saw the little brother standing at the door. He was a little surprised.After looking at the coach's room and then at the captain's room, he immediately imagined a big scene.

"The coach scolded you? You wanted to go to the captain's room, but they were busy, so you didn't have the nerve to stay, so you came to my place?"

Meng He shook his head and explained, "I'm here to apologize!"

Lin Yu stopped immediately, "Stop!"

He stepped forward and patted Meng He on the shoulder, and comforted him: "I know, you think you made a mistake today, but to be honest, I was also at fault. At that time, I didn't report in time, and I didn't even get flanked Realized, so you don't have to apologize to me!"

Meng He still felt sorry, but he was not that hypocritical, so he said: "Okay! Then I won't apologize. I will be serious in the next game. Let's work hard together!"

"That's right!" Lin Yu nodded with a smile, took the little brother's hand, and forcibly gave him a high five.

When Meng He returned to the room, the coach had already taken a shower and sat on the bed.

Shanglu just came out and answered the phone before drying his hair. It was the domestic club who asked about Meng He's situation. He could only put down the hair dryer and roughly wiped his hair.

"He's fine, I believe in him. We can handle the next game."

"Old Shang, can you have some basic trust between people? What's more, he is the son's favorite, and she is your future daughter-in-law!"

Meng He didn't know who the coach was talking to at first, but the more the coach talked, the more he went too far, and he was choking on water while drinking.

Seeing that the coach's hair was wet and dripping water, Meng He took a clean towel and quietly walked behind the coach, trying to dry his hair.

Looking at the coach's shoulder-length hair, Meng He remembered that the coach seemed to like his hair longer, or would he have some hair?

"Why is the little guy in a daze?" Shanglu said, took the towel from his hand, shook his eyes with his hand, and said, "Go take a bath quickly, and do some business after washing."

Hearing this, Meng He coughed twice, wondering, "Is... business?"

He didn't want to think about it too much, but his brother kept mentioning something in his ear, so...but this time it seemed that he was thinking too much.

Seeing the kid's expression, Shanglu suddenly understood something, approached him step by step, and asked in a low voice: "I mean the real thing is to help you review the game first, but you don't seem to think so."

Meng He turned his head away, and immediately argued: "No, I also want to resume."

"Really? I think you are a little disappointed." Shang Lu said, and continued to approach until he pressed Meng He against the closet. "Actually, you want something serious, and I can't..."

"only……"

Seeing the coach getting closer, Meng He closed his eyes nervously, feeling somewhat expectant but more nervous.

But I only heard the coach suddenly laugh, and then a gust of wind blew past his ears.

Shang Lu opened the closet, took out Meng He's clothes, stuffed them into his arms, and said, "Little guy, you have a lot of thoughts. I'll clean you up after the game is over. Now go take a shower and come back to review the game and admit your mistakes. I'm really a coach who doesn't hold grudges." gone?"

Meng He shrank his neck and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and went into the bathroom with his clothes in his arms. He leaned against the bathroom door and panted heavily. He looked at himself in the mirror, blushing frighteningly.

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