［Full-time］Fenghuo Liancheng

The results of the competition three days later were generally within everyone's expectations——

It seems that the result will exceed expectations.There are only two teams in total, and both have the possibility of winning the championship.Tyranny is mature and prudent, and Samsara is young and vigorous. It is a matter of course for any team to win the championship.

But competitive games are so cruel—no matter how hard you work, no matter how much you put in, there can only be one winner in the end—and the one who loses will be entrusted with supreme regret and—sympathy.

pity.hehe.Thinking this way, Han Wenqing felt that this word was really ridiculous.The screen was full of "Famous generals are like beautiful women, and the world is not allowed to see gray heads"... I don't know that unscrupulous media has a bit of literary skills, and they came up with such a nondescript sentence-hehe, the world is not allowed to see gray heads?Why am I that old?

He blocked the professional group in annoyance—yes, even professional players were not immune, although 90% of them had worse results this season than him.The whole screen feels sorry for Zhang Jiale's screen swiping, and they don't even look to see if they have entered the finals even once...

"Although it is a pity, there is only one champion." He said this, and he also thought this way-the regret in his heart is undeniable, but this does not mean that he needs sympathy.

——Also, he is not someone who would leave time for regrets.Since he will have plenty of time to lick his wounds in the future, his eyes can only look forward at this moment.

He does feel old - funny, isn't it? At the age of 27, you can be called a young man everywhere-but this is already called an old age in the circle.His heart is still young, his will is still strong, and his experience has only grown stronger with the passage of time.but--

No one understood that pain better than he did.His concentration is distracted, his reflexes are sluggish, his operation is rigid-will can help him persist, but it is not enough to win the game.He needs peak, perfect play...

Yes, perfect play.Blue Rain's young man seems to be a perfectionist—maybe he'll get along with Xinjie.Thanks to him, every player on the field is well aware of their own and opponent's possible flaws-it's just a matter of how much you can grasp.

He really felt the tide of the times.Generations of young people springing up like fountains.They are talented, gifted, and creative.The theory of the professional circle is constantly being updated. Even for Ye Xiu, 'Glory Textbook' is more of an honorary title.New tactics and new skills are formed in the vigorous discussions every moment.

This is an era of great development.Everyone is trapped by the tide and can only keep moving forward - some people are left behind, but Han Wenqing is definitely not among them.

He glanced at Song Qiying who was straightening his back and looking at him reverently——

This is the club and the team—mainly Zhang Xinjie, the heir chosen for him after careful consideration, will use the account of 'Long River Sunset' next season.He has the unique drive of young people, his eyes are bright, and he is full of expectations and visions for the future.Moreover, his talent and hard work will definitely bring him a bright future——

Han Wenqing saw in him the shadows of many young people in the league.Perhaps it included his own youth as well.This kid was lucky to be born at the best time. The young people of his generation are all shining brightly, and quite a few of them have already become popular.He'll be fighting in the league instead of himself, and he'll get a lifelong enemy -- and a friend.

He remembered when he was young.The same high-spirited - then, he met that person.The two have been at each other's throats for a full decade - but apparently the other doesn't feel old.He experienced land reclamation once again, and returned to the professional circle again, sharpening his sword, planning to give young people a good look!

Thinking of it this way, Wei Wei's original, rather uncomfortable Han Wenqing's melancholy was left behind by him.A sense of arrogance burst from his chest—in fact, he was already full of arrogance.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, but they want to slap me to death on the beach, boy, you are still a little tender!

The author has something to say:

Although the number of words is not enough, it seems strange to write any more... After all, the meaning has already arrived.

Although I promised to give a chapter to Mr. Chuchangchang today, but...the result is not even 1500.

I really want to write more!But... my head is full of... simulation, simulation, simulation!

The key is not to imitate it!I think I must be an angel with a face on the ground... and the wings are fucking Orleans.

see you tomorrow.Bye-Bye.

———————I will try to write another chapter at dinner.After all, the bad state is my own problem, so I can't break my promise.But don't expect too much... You can come and see it after nine o'clock, if you don't have it, forget it.