FOG [e-sports]

In the first round, Free used ultra-fast tactics to quickly win the game in 7 minutes, giving all domestic players who watched the game a dose of reassurance.

Three wins in five rounds, the first victory in the competition, in fact, does not represent much advantage, but in the first round, the operations of the four players of Free are really suppressive, the rhythm is too fast, and half an hour of game time is squeezed into During these 7 minutes, the commentator couldn't keep up with the operations of the few people. After the game, Shi Luo and Chen Huo's finger joints were slightly tingling.

Chen Huo grabbed the data analyst's hand and pressed it to his chest, gritted his teeth, "Listen, this heart is about to jump out, okay? Now I suspect that when you set up this tactic, you were messing with us. Fucking heart attack!" Who is responsible for the illness?!"

The data analyst couldn't stop laughing, "We didn't expect that you can operate so well in actual combat, it's amazing, you've worked hard."

"Do you want to change your tactics in the end?" Old Qiao asked Yu Sui, "The two of them are too tired, and your brain is too tense when you command. If you keep fighting like this, I'm afraid you can't stand it. Do you want to slow down?"

Yu Sui asked the staff for a heating sticker, took it in his hand and rubbed it vigorously, then pulled Shi Luo's hand and pressed it on the joints of the back of Shi Luo's hand, shaking his head, "No need."

There is not much time for the intermission, there are people around, and they have to discuss tactics with the coaching staff, so there is no time to pull Shi Luo away from people and say something, Yu Sui is everyone in the waiting room, including the staff of the competition team. Existence, rubbing Shi Luo's hands with hot stickers, "Does it hurt?"

Shi Luo nodded, "A bit...but it won't affect the next performance, no problem."

Chen Huo's hand also hurts, the Assaulter's operating intensity is higher than other professions, playing this kind of tactic is completely using him and Shi Luo as livestock, Chen Huo gritted his teeth and took a look at Yu Sui, deliberately pushing the fire, " Say first that you don’t need to change the routine, and then ask if it hurts, Shi Luo wants to say it’s very painful, do you want to change the routine?”

The referee team came in and asked Yu Sui to sign to confirm the result of the last game. Yu Sui still held Shi Luo with one hand, took the pen and bit off the cap of the pen with the other hand, quickly signed his ID, and said, "No change."

Chen Huo took the hot post that Puppy handed him and covered his hands, "Shishen, let's see what a peerless scumbag you found."

Shi Luo raised his eyes and looked at Yu Sui, and said in a low voice, "The guy I'm looking at is a scumbag... Didn't you already know?"

"Hey, the two of you are not the same, what kind of a good person is Shi Luo?" Puppy said coolly from the side, "Playing with Yu Sui's feelings...sleeping Yu Sui...not allowing Yu Sui to disclose their relationship, really, you two Whisper is replaced by an ordinary person, is Shi Luo a scumbag?"

Knowing that the player was adjusting the tense atmosphere, several staff members around the player laughed, and the data analyst rushed to explain the problems they had in the previous game and the problems they might encounter if they continued to use this tactic in the next game , Yu Sui held Shi Luo's hand from the beginning to the end.

Zhou Huo stood at the very edge, racing against time to report the situation, "I went around the holy sword lounge just now, a bunch of Sima faces! That arrogant arrogance is gone, I can't understand German, I must be swearing anyway, Keep up the good work, everyone."

"Don't underestimate the enemy." Old Qiao was afraid of the poisonous milk, and tried his best to hold his face. "The next game will continue, and the opponent is not a vegetarian. He was completely stunned by us just now. In the next game, you will see what you are doing. Yu Sui, the pressure is on you now, the tactic of racing against time, if you withdraw earlier, you will lose money, if you withdraw later, you will overturn, life or death is entirely up to you..."

Old Qiao paused, "There is no way, this job can only be done by someone who never makes mistakes, Yu Shen... life and death are all on you, can you handle it?"

Yu Sui nodded, "You don't need to give me psychological counseling, just talk to Chen Huo about the last question."

Just now when Chen Huo didn't hold back and made a small mistake at the end of the round, Old Qiao nodded and hurriedly emphasized to Chen Huo about his usual positioning problem.

Yu Sui took a deep breath, put his hands together on Shi Luo's, and rubbed them.

The referee reminded everyone that the second round was about to start. Everyone nodded, and finally took a drink and walked out. No one paid attention to others. Let go of Shi Luo.

A straight man like old Qiao, looking at the backs of Yu Sui and Shi Luo, his heart suddenly felt sore.

It's not that Yu Scumbag doesn't feel distressed.

That was his Shi Luo. After a game, Shi Luo's hands were trembling due to overuse. How could he not feel distressed?

Zhou Huo looked back at Old Qiao, and followed his gaze——

The back of Shi Luo's fair hand was scalded with a few red spots, and looking closely... the palm of Yu Sui's right hand was also burned red.

Old Qiao inadvertently looked at Zhou Huo, smiled coquettishly, shook his head and said in an unnatural tone, "What is this, how painful can it be? It's not like you're so tired every day..."

Having said that, Old Qiao's face became darker than before, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

I don't know if he was infected by the lights all over the sky before the start of the game, but Old Joe is more sensitive than before.

Old Qiao watched the four players leave the waiting room, and after everyone had left, he forced a smile at the data analysts and Zhou Huo, "Hey, if you want to win, you have to suffer more than others. Don't you have to suffer? That's also..."

The camera follower in the lounge turned the camera to Old Qiao. Old Qiao was embarrassed to continue, waved his hand, and sat down.

Everyone in this room knows how to train in the past, how the players practiced behind their backs at the base for hidden tactics, so there is no need to say more.

Zhou Huo has always been protective of the calf. He knew in his heart that he didn't blame the coaching staff for his decision-making, so he insisted, "In fact, this ultimate move can be used in the third and fourth rounds..."

"Cut me in." The data analyst said weakly, "On the day after the draw for the quarterfinals, when discussing tactics... Evil himself proposed it. He directly released the killer move that he had hidden for a long time at the beginning, and directly ignored the Holy Sword. gone."

Zhou Huo was at a loss for words, so there was nothing to say.

Players have a halftime break, and the audience outside the stadium does not need to rest. It is inevitable that there will be gaps during the halftime break. The pre-recorded player videos will be played in the competition venue.

At the moment, the blessing video recorded by Shengjian's family for the Shengjian players is being played on the giant screen in the outfield.

Old Qiao frowned as he looked at the blessing video of Holy Sword's family members on the live broadcast interface, "Haven't these been uploaded before the game? Is there anything to play again..."

None of the players' parents in his own team participated in this session, so Old Qiao didn't even bother to watch.

Zhou Huo raised his eyes and glanced, with no sullen expression on his face, "It's okay, let them let it go, as if we don't have it."

Old Qiao looked at Zhou Huo unexpectedly, "Where did we come from?"

"Don't worry about it, we have it anyway." Zhou Huo said firmly, "Let them go this time, and let us go at halftime."

Old Qiao frowned, "You...you contacted their family to record?"

"In a team, there are two rich second generations, and one of the family is better than the other, who can I contact?" Zhou Huo smiled helplessly, "No, don't ask, you will see it in the end...don't bother Their family members and contestants will definitely not let them, anyway..."

Zhou Huo said in a low voice, "...our players have always been self-reliant no matter what they do, so they should be used to it."

Old Qiao was silent for a moment, and forced a smile, "I don't know if it's because of protecting the calf, why do I always feel... no matter what, we are more difficult than others?"

"They are all the same players, and they don't earn more than other professional players of the same level. Why do our players always take a few more detours and suffer more?"

Zhou Huo choked up, and waved his hand, "Don't be sensational, please, I have to wait for the final to shed tears, yes, today is the final, let's talk..."

Zhou Huo got up, adjusted his clothes, and said softly, "How can the road to becoming a god be so easy?"

"Not to mention..." the data analyst interjected weakly, "Evil was the first to propose the tactic today, and the remaining three agreed."

The data analyst looked at the follower brother with a lack of momentum, and said without confidence, "I will be criticized by fans when the voice comes out after the game. I can also learn from Manager Zhou and ask our camera brother to give me this nameless A short shot?"

Zhou Huo laughed angrily, "What do you learn from me? Whatever you want, you can shoot as you like."

Zhou Huo thought silently: Anyway, how to edit in the later stage is up to me, and I will cut it all for you without leaving a knife, and you have nothing to do.

The follower brother worked hard and turned on the camera lens to point at the data analyst, indicating that it was all right.

The data analyst looked at the camera and said humbly: "Fans, if your favorite player is overworked after the game...for example, Whisper used his brain too much, or Evil Chenhuo used his hands too hard and got work-related injuries, don't blame our coaching staff, this Tactics are well developed by us in cooperation with the players, but how to operate and arrange the entire BO5 is decided by the players themselves, as for why they decide like this..."

The data analyst swallowed, "After the game is over, if the result of the game satisfies the players, they should say it in the post-match interview."

In the soundproof room in front of the arena, Shi Luo moved his hands with red joints, looked at the IDs of the Holy Sword on the opposite side of the game, and said coldly, "Because I want to get zero seals, shave my head, and want to 3-0."

"I'd rather have my hand broken than not get a single point for Holy Sword in the quarter-finals."