God Yan anchor has been sealed again

At the same time, the German headquarters of the European team.

The villa has been around for a long time, but it is still as exquisite as new.In front of the fireplace, knife came over with a pot of black tea, and saw the poet staring at the live broadcast of the Chinese national team training on the projection screen.

It wasn't until he put down the teapot that the poet regained consciousness and thanked him softly.

Knife asked, "Can I sit next to you?" The poet looked away, stood up, took out a chair for him, and asked him to sit down.

"They played very well, but they are still far behind your previous lineup." Knife took a piece of gingerbread and put it in his mouth. His Chinese has improved rapidly, but because he is not a mother tongue, the pronunciation of some sentences is still very difficult. It was stiff, and there was no obvious emotion in the voice.

The poet nodded: "Yes. But their team as a whole obviously lacks some cooperation, and it will be better in the future. Wen Man's picks will not make mistakes."

"Like you?" Knife's face was solemn, and his words were somewhat tentative.

The poet didn't reply to him, he was still focused on the screen, and then asked in a low voice: "Can I call other games of Now?"

Knife leaned over: "It's in the next video."

He adjusted the player settings for him and popped another piece of gingerbread in his mouth.

What appeared on the screen was last week's regular game that Xuewei had just finished playing. Since it was a regular game of the tournament group, it was naturally not the same as this live broadcast.From the entry of the players to the BP link of the players, the shots are very clear.

The picture freezes, Wen Man and Xue Wei stop very close, they are walking in the passage to the backstage, they don't know what they are talking about, but their expressions are very happy and relaxed.

Through them, he seemed to see the years of four years ago.At that time, Xuewei was still Douding, she hadn't opened her eyes, she always had a little childish look in her eyes, she was silent and cold, she didn't like to talk, and she followed Wen Man when she went out.

"He has grown up." The poet said softly.

"You're like a mother when you say that, you must love that little boy the most," Knife said.

The poet corrected his wording: "I am quite used to him, but Wenman is the most used to him."

He didn't watch the content of the game in detail, but just stopped there, watching with ecstasy, with a nostalgic expression on his face.

Knife answered a phone call, hung up and said to him: "Now I will send your information and agreement to be entered into effect. If you regret it, there is still time to leave now."

His eyes are also very sincere, revealing a kind of rational caution, as if he is also examining and thinking.This man has many facets, he is eager and enthusiastic when you invite him, but he can still reveal this kind of reason and coldness inadvertently.

The poet shook his head: "I will not regret it. If you can really keep your promise."

"I will." Knife stood still, his figure and tone were unquestionable, contrary to his usual loose appearance.

The poet looked at him with a gentle tone: "Someone tried to contact me before, wanting to buy more information about the player Pretty, or more information about their tactics... Our professional league was not mature back then, and there was no confidentiality agreement, but It is also difficult for me to reveal to others, and now that Now has also joined the team, whether it is due to professional ethics or personal feelings, I...you...understand?"

Knife showed a slightly annoyed look—not directed at him, just a little annoyed that a matter that had been concluded was brought up repeatedly: "I know. I don't need it."

"Their composition is the only countermeasure to the four-man tactics this season."

The poet seemed to have finally gotten a little interested, he leaned forward and asked, "Aren't you worried?"

Most of his impressions of Dao Shen are still four years ago-the one he blew up. After the game, he came to him crying and asked for his autograph, and told him that he would learn Chinese and write poetry.

"I'm not worried." Knife held the document between his hands, reached out and twisted the doorknob, and then closed it for him, his eyes sharp as a knife, "The four free men system with me is the only way to counter it."

The poet was slightly taken aback.

Live broadcast of the national team training match.

The third round begins.

Group B obviously discussed tactics urgently-after trying and failing in the first two rounds, they chose ECO.

Although they were defeated unarmed and saved some economic losses for them, they still couldn't escape the sweeping tactics of Wen Man and Xue Wei.

The third round was over after only 40 seconds.

Even the netizens couldn't sit still: "Is Group B acting? This is unreasonable! We know that in the open training match, it is impossible to really play hard, but Group B is not serious at all, right?"

"Pandora is really in trouble. The sniper is responsible for 50% of the output in the team. So far, his effective DPS is still 0."

Many professional players watching the live broadcast did not dare to speak.

On the contrary, after observing the battle situation, Li Zhi objectively commented: "I really can't blame them, the position of Pandora is too targeted, especially the opposite Libero is his teacher, and the two assaulters in the team are definitely not Weak, this style of play...Actually, I think Team A released it in the training match, which is incredible, and I wonder what changes will be made to the national team in the new season?"

"Behind this style of play, are there more parts that can be upgraded?" Li Zhi said, "The World Championship and the World Championship haven't started yet, should I start giving milk?"

The vast e-sports audience in the live broadcast room screamed: "Quick milk!!!"

Compared with many professional commentators who are famous for poisonous milk, Lizhi can definitely be regarded as fresh milk, but she doesn't often make predictions.

"Just the national team won the first place in the World Championships this season!!! We want to win the championship!!!"

"Is this the prototype of the new configuration and new team!! Gentlemen, I'm so excited!!!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, the M82A1 sniper core style of play is tired, is the national team ready to use AWM now?"

"For the popular science upstairs, Now, the lone wolf player, he is famous for playing AWM. It doesn't matter whether it is enabled or not, he is as fierce as M82A1. Do you know about CZ in the regular season?"

"Oh oh oh my god, he's the one wearing four!"

"Let's also learn about donkey meat fire and extinct BP!! It's definitely not a loss to invest in Little Lone Wolf!!!"

At the end of this round of the game, even Lizhi can't explain anything new - Team A's tactics can't be countered, so they have been using this tactic, and they are playing faster and faster, and the rhythm is getting more and more fierce. In the end, Wen Man and Xue Wei took 90% of the heads.

For each round of 2-minute games, Group A usually ends in less than 1 minute.Originally, the mentality of the members of Group B didn't collapse, but they collapsed involuntarily when they hit the back - they were like garbage that had been slaughtered and cleaned up, no matter what they did, they couldn't escape Wen Man's sight, nor could they escape Xue Wei's sniping from afar limit.

The effort made them feel like they were a joke.

Especially since this is a public live broadcast, it means that everyone can see that they have been beaten into trash and ashes.

This is the fastest open training match in the past six months. In BO16 games, two out of three games are best, and the theoretical maximum game time is three hours.

They only played for an hour and it was over.

After the whole training match, Group B won a total of five kills, most of which were against Feng Lei and Xiaopang.And every game, they ended up being wiped out by the group.

Group A training room.

At the end of the game, everyone stretched their bodies and stood up from the gaming chairs.

Fenglei was a little worried about the mental state of Group B: "Will we fight too hard?"

"There is a psychological counselor in the team." Wen Man also stood up and stretched, "Who didn't come here like this."

Xiaopang and Fenglei exchanged glances, thinking at least... You definitely didn't come here like this.

"Okay, let's all go to rest. In the past few days, Fenglei and Xuewei will train their cooperation, and Xiaopang will follow." Wen Man said.

"The captain is not leaving? Go eat Mala Tang!" Xiaopang invited.Whenever his team disbanded these days, he would take Xuewei to eat the newly opened Malatang opposite.

"You guys go, I... rest for a while."

Wen Man lowered his head, as if he didn't notice his movements, he unconsciously rubbed the base of his ears.

At this moment, severe pain and severe tinnitus enveloped him, he lowered his head, and the peach blossom eyes under the broken hair showed some indifferent patience.

He slowed down for a while, and then his expression returned to normal.

Xuewei didn't notice the movement on his side, and he was still sitting on the gaming chair. He turned to Xiaopang and said, "Can you bring me a bowl? I want to go back and take a shower first."

"Okay, Mr. Xue, Team Wen, let's go out first!" Xiaopang caught Feng Lei and cooked with him, and rushed out.

The training room fell silent, save for the faint, warm hum of the chassis.There is also the sound of Xuewei typing with headphones on - he is replying to the live broadcast room, he is going to download the broadcast, and will try to make room in the national team's schedule for the live broadcast.

The live broadcast room is still screaming.

"Lone Wolf and Wenshen are newly married!!! Excellent cooperation!!!"

"Lone Wolf, Lone Wolf, let your husband say something again!"

"It's so handsome!!! Go for the new season!!!"

……

Yes, Xuewei tried her best to reply.Including teasing him.

Afterwards, he closed the live broadcast room and turned his head to see that Wen Man was also sitting still, but just changed his direction and was watching him with a peaceful smile in his eyes.

The smile was very gentle and soft, like looking at some small animal in the house, with strong love and tranquility.

Xuewei was burned by his eyes all of a sudden: "You, what are you looking at?"

Wen Man said in a low voice: "Looking at you, I think it's cute."

Xuewei: "."

Xuewei: "?"

He couldn't help but turned back to check whether the radio setting was turned off—fortunately, it was turned off, and he said in a daze, "Why, you're not normal."

"I'm normal." Wen Man still looked at him with that look, "Are you happy playing games today?"

"It's okay." Xuewei avoided his gaze unnaturally, and he changed the subject, "Going back? It's a bit late."

"Well, good." Wen Man stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, and said softly, "I'm playing games today, I'm very happy."

Xuewei was a little unnatural, and choked him: "I must be happy to snatch so many heads from me."

Wen Man laughed again.

The two walked out of the training room one after the other.

The training building and the rest villa are separated by 50 meters, but in the cold winter weather, this 50 meters seems to be an insurmountable obstacle. Xue Wei stepped up to sprint, and was halfway through the sprint when she was suddenly stopped by a black figure in the middle of the road Yes——Pandora was wearing a black down jacket, her eye circles were red, but her expression was a little cold.

Pandora didn't look at him, but at Wenman behind him.

Xuewei faintly smelled the smell of the big melon, he stepped aside and bypassed Pandora, but involuntarily slowed down, wanting to gossip about the conversation between the master and the apprentice.

Wen Man stopped and looked at his watch: "What's the matter?"

"I want to join the special training group." Pandora's voice was obviously crying too, but there was a kind of firmness, "Can I join?"

"No." Wen Man replied so quickly that Xue Wei, who was secretly listening to melons, was shocked.

Wen Man's voice was calm: "Your state is very problematic. Not only can you not enter the special training group, but I also have doubts about whether you can continue to stay in the first team. But because I have left the home team training group, so My words do not constitute a reference."

"As the leader of the special training team, I refuse your joining." Wen Man said.

Pandora's eye circles suddenly became redder: "I don't understand, why did you treat me like this? Are you pretending not to know? You clearly know, I always like—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Man made a stop gesture.

"I don't want to hear irrelevant topics, Pandora." Wen Man said with a stern expression, "You are offside."

Pandora froze.

Wen Man passed him and said softly: "I don't want you to prove it yourself in the end. It was a wrong decision for me to put you up to start the first team. You should go to the training team for a period of time."

He stepped forward, gently clasped Xuewei's wrist, with a calm expression, "Let's go, go back and drive a few more with me."

Xue Wei glared at him—this person just went through a big experience, and he still pretended to be fine.

Xuewei said; "Why?"

"Intimacy." Wen Man lowered his head again, rubbed his ears, and sighed softly, "I want to brush up with you."