gentle captain zheng

Jiang Mingchen held the cup a little bored and drank water.

The Jinshi team has not had a coach for a long time, so it is naturally impossible for the manager to take them to replay and study the game. People like Zhao Liao have no such concepts and habits at all. Here comes the game.

As for Jiang Mingchen, he was only moderately interested in the competition, and with no one to guide him, he couldn't figure out the way to do it, so he felt very bored.If it weren't for Zheng Xuan who occasionally flashed in front of the camera to see more, he would rather go online to farm and feed the dog to collect vegetables.

—— While thinking this way, the camera actually gave Zheng Xuan himself a long shot of more than five seconds during the operation.

Jiang Mingchen's eyes lit up.

Under the camera, Zheng Xuan's behavior is a bit "unsocial"-compared to the enthusiasm and nervousness of ordinary players, he doesn't look like he is in the game.

At this moment, Zheng Xuan was leaning on the back of the chair, with the index finger of his left hand resting on his mouth, while the index finger of his right hand was pressing a keyboard key for a long time, and the viewing angle of the screen was continuously rotating 360°.

The posture is relatively leisurely, but his expression is a bit serious, and his brows are slightly wrinkled.

Suddenly, he let go of his index finger that had been pressing the keyboard for a long time, and the screen camera was laughing loudly at the swordsman holding the knife.

Laughing loudly came here somehow in the time just now—but in fact, the commentator could see clearly that Laughing Loudly was "driven" here by Xiang Nan.

Zheng Xuan held down the keyboard with his left hand, held the mouse with his right hand, and flicked it violently. The assassin rushed out suddenly, holding down the shoulder laughing loudly with one hand, and pulled out the dagger with the other hand - sealing his throat.

Laughing loudly and being cut by a knife, he hurriedly struggled to take a few steps back, raised his big knife and slashed at him.

Zheng Xuan hid behind the shelter again, looked at the half of the health bars that had been lost by laughing loudly, thought for a while, couldn't move, resumed the previous posture, and continued to turn the screen to play.

The barrage on the live broadcast was already in a ball, and Hei Tu took this opportunity to scold Zheng Xuan for being cowardly, not daring to confront him directly, and even wandered off during the game to play with the screen.

Fans of Zheng Xuan had no choice but to explain that assassins are just like this, it's black for black's sake.

Black Spray shifted the topic from Zheng Xuan alone to the entire Cangshui team, scolding Cangshui team for something wrong, and making two assassins who can't be the main damage output as the core trump card combination is simply grandstanding. Water hits are very bad.

In the end, the duo match ended with the victory of Zhou Li and Fang Ninghai's swordsman and genius doctor combination.

Using their own way to deal with their own body, the Cangshui team likes to rely on milk to sustain their lives, so as to drag the opponent to death. and Xiang Nan.

Jiang Mingchen was a little lost, and saw Zheng Xuan being scanned by the camera.

Zheng Xuan's expression was dim for a moment, but he turned around in the next second, and when he turned around again, his expression was still gentle as usual, as if it was an illusion before.

The subsequent team competition fell into a tug-of-war once again, and the black spray against the Cangshui team also reached a climax on the barrage.

In the end, the Cangshui team won the victory, which made Cangshui's fans regain face and regained the barrage.No matter what the strategy is, winning is the reason, and if you have the ability, you can win by grinding.

After Jiang Mingchen finished watching the game, he took out his phone and stared at the screen for 15 minutes, but he couldn't think of anything to send.

The entertainment component of the exhibition match is particularly heavy. After the match, there is also an interaction with fans. It took a long time before the end. The two teams finally returned to the backstage.After all, there are usually a bunch of gamers training at the base, and they rarely tidy up like this for themselves.Although it is just a natural light makeup, but once the complexion looks good and the dark circles are covered, I don't feel like myself!

The manager said that they can't leave for the time being. After the follow-up activities on the field, everyone has to go to the hotel to have dinner with the sponsors. It will take about an hour to wait.

Everyone didn't care, and they played with their mobile phones and dismissed it.

However, Xiang Nan was really not in good spirits. He had played three games in a row, and he was still the main force. Now his hands were trembling a little, so he found an empty lounge, collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

Falling asleep, Xiang Nan felt something sticking to her face, opened her eyes, took the hot milk tea, and smiled at the person who came: "How did you buy it?"

"Go out and buy."

"You call it defection, Mother Hai." Xiang Nan stuck the straw into the lid with a smile, took a sip, and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

The person who came was the vice-captain of the Qingping team, Fang Ninghai, a sweet mandarin.

Fang Ninghai didn't answer Xiang Nan's words, just squatted down, gently pinched Xiang Nan's arm and stretched it out, seeing that the little arm was obviously still trembling uncontrollably physiologically.

Holding the cup of milk tea with one hand, Xiang Nan took another sip, jokingly said: "It's all your captain's fault. I didn't want to fight in the individual competition. I'll fight you. You won't let any water go. He can't catch a good one." The lottery? Last time I suggested him to follow the Pingan team to grab the New Year's Buddha head incense sticks, did he go? Good luck, how come the young people nowadays don't listen to each other?"

"If I don't release the water, you win too." Fang Ninghai said without raising his head.

Xiang Nan laughed: "That's right, I can see what you want to do with my eyes closed, so Qingping is lucky E. If I change to another milk, I may not be able to get it so smoothly."

Fang Ninghai asked: "Then do you know what I want to do now?"

Xiang Nan bit the straw and looked at him, blinked, and asked innocently, "Me?"

Zheng Xuangang bought a can of coffee from the vending machine at the end of the corridor, and while walking back while pulling the pull tab, he suddenly heard the slight sound of locking the door next to him, so he turned his head and glanced.

Almost at the same moment, someone called him: "Team Zheng!"

Zheng Xuan turned around and saw the team manager trotting towards him, asking, "What's the matter?"

"That's—hey, don't talk about it here." The manager stretched out his hand to twist the door of the lounge next to him, and said, "Go in and find someone who is alone—hey? How is this door locked?"

The manager twisted it a few times but didn't unscrew it, and didn't force it, "Go find a room over there and talk."

Zheng Xuan followed the manager into an empty lounge, and passed the coffee over: "Drink?"

The manager waved his hand: "No drink. By the way, I just want to tell you that President Qian just called and someone asked him for Shengling."

Zheng Xuan asked: "Which Sheng Ling?"

Sheng Ling is the miraculous doctor in the team, that seventeen-year-old girl, her role was brought into the team by herself, also called Sheng Ling.There are usually two ways to go to another team in the past, one is to change the player himself, and the other is to change the character.

The manager said: "The other party only wants players, but Sheng Ling's character itself is not very good, so Mr. Qian wants to sell it and pack it."

Zheng Xuan didn't speak.

The manager looked at his expression and sighed: "I also found it strange, so I asked Mr. Qian, Sister Sheng Ling has only been in the team for a year, and her performance is so-so, why did someone ask? Just——ah."

Just rely on the face.

This is also the reason why the club owner forced Sheng Ling to be included in the official selection team.

Zheng Xuan took a sip of coffee and asked, "So why did you come to ask me? I'm not responsible for the question of whether the team members will go or stay."

"Oh, I tried it out, and Sheng Ling didn't want to transfer." The manager laughed dryly, "She told Brother Nan—you know, she listened to Brother Nan very much."

Zheng Xuan nodded: "Sheng Ling is a fan of Xiang Nan, and signed up for the youth training camp in Cangshui for Xiang Nan."

Sheng Ling didn't make this point public every day, but he didn't cover it up either. The registration form almost stated that he came to Jinshuiloutai to chase Nan.

In fact, she is very average in terms of hand speed, reaction, strategic awareness, overall situation view and many other aspects. Zheng Xuan and Xiang Nan did not pass her when they screened the youth trainees, but she was beaten by her appearance in the photo. Man, just like that was taken by the boss.

Zheng Xuan didn't tell Sheng Ling about this, and he guessed that Xiang Nan didn't let Sheng Ling know about it either.

Although Sheng Ling's personality is too lively, he is equally assiduous, he trains very seriously, and his enthusiasm for the competition is not lost to anyone.Of course, in her own words, it was bad motives.Her motivation is probably to be able to fight side by side with Xiang Nan, and it is best to develop a deeper relationship.

Everyone has never broken it, muddling along, and rarely being confused.