【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

152.

The insect master's words were quickly forgotten.

A group of heartless guys, remember to have ghosts.

In the end, she didn't understand what she said out of face, so she couldn't expect others to take it to heart—her worries came true.

On the day of the first game of the playoffs, Yimulian was woken up by the sound of the coach slamming the door.

The alarm clock didn't go off.

In other words, it is "not ringing yet".

This is really rare, the coach rarely wakes up earlier than him, and there is no reason why there is nothing to disturb people's dreams.

The coach only glanced at the civet cat who was still sleeping soundly, and rushed in with a dead mother's face, looking around in a panic, so frightened that he thought it was a burglar in the hotel.

"Have you read Weibo?"

Yimulian just woke up, his mind was in a mess, and he shook his head.

The coach said again: "That's fine, don't watch it today."

After speaking, the coach rushed out of the room, seeming to trust him that he would not be cheap, went straight to the opposite room, knocked twice, and the ghost of Qingxing Lantern sounded in the room: "What are you doing, where are you in the early morning?" The monsters and ghosts are disturbing my beauty sleep!"

The coach waited for her to crawl out of the room and said the same thing.

Qingxingdeng is not like Yimulian, he is a dead star who does not check Weibo for a day, and his expression is very weird: "Ah? Why?"

The coach didn't care about explaining, so he could only coax and deceive him: "Listen to me, you are right, big beauty, listen to me this time, I don't have time to tell you!"

Yimulian took a step back to make way for him, and he turned around to knock on another door.

No matter how much the coach cried and howled, Huang didn't open the door for him. According to past experience, it was probably because he went to morning exercise.

Qing Xingdeng was standing in the hallway wearing a big plush pajamas, looking at the back of coach Wei An, and asked in puzzlement, "What's the matter? It took so much trouble... What happened on Weibo? Another navy army took advantage of the chaos to attack us Can’t make the official blog? Hey, what’s the matter, there are every season, I’m used to it!”

"It's more exaggerated than that." The coach wanted to cry, but turned around and asked Yimulian, "Do you still remember the girl who came to you in Q City?"

Yimu was stunned: "I remember."

"Did you send her the address where we played the training match?"

"Of course...not."

He wouldn't just do such a messy thing. He hasn't been in touch with him for a few years, so it would be too strange to suddenly share his location.

Of course, it would be even more strange if the other party came to him suddenly and asked for the address.

He thought it was "fate"?

No, it seems not, she came here with stinky tofu, obviously prepared...

The coach nodded knowingly, "Nimma, I should have found out a long time ago, this group of little lolita chasing stars has gone wrong, either someone is selling our whereabouts information, or someone is following us... let's not talk anymore , Play well today, and deal with these shitty things after the game!"

Before leaving, he held him back and reminded him: "Director Lian, you won't be cheap, right?"

With a solemn face, Yimulian has never seen a coach with such a sense of crisis.

Things don't look good.

Yimulian returned to the room, and sat back on the bed to the sound of the civet cat's purring, but he didn't feel sleepy anymore.

His thinking is clear.

The coach didn't wake up Tanuki and Shuten, saying that "this matter" had nothing to do with them.

Qing Xingdeng is a woman with a more sensitive heart. Regardless of whether it is related or not, the coach may remind her-in any case, he and Huang are the parties involved in "this matter", so this is not gone.

He had a bad feeling.

Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for the gymnasium's lounge monitoring to be turned on when there is no game, but...

What if?

Sweat dripped from the palm of his hand. He picked up the phone, and the screen of the Android phone, which had been through vicissitudes, slowly lit up. It showed 25:[-] in the center, and it was [-] minutes before his alarm time.

His fingers stayed on the Weibo icon for a while, and finally moved away.

He didn't agree to the coach, he didn't promise the coach's request swearingly, he didn't say "I won't", there was no promise to keep, there was no moral constraint, as long as he wanted, he could "go back on it" at any time.

But he dared not.

There is no excuse.

Even if you are charged with the crime of "dare to act but not to act"——

There is no way to justify it, not daring is not daring.

153.

Today QUQ played against a moderately strong team.

The OLOs in Group B have already played in the round-robin competition of the AB Division. The level is above average, and they are on the standard line that they can win with "normal performance".

Hit casually, hit with your feet!

— If this had happened before their three-game losing streak, morale wouldn't be as low as it is now.

However, after their self-confidence has been beaten, or even destroyed, there is no way to let your guard down on any team.

The playoffs are BO5, a best-of-five game system, which tests the player's mentality more than ordinary BO3 (the average time per game is 42 minutes, and it also has a greater test on the bladder). Played BO5 once, was dragged aside by the coach and spent a long time doing pre-match psychological counseling.

Psychological counseling is not enough. Registering the starting lineup before the game, the coach repeatedly confirmed: "Are you sure you can play and don't wither on the court later?"

Huang slashed at him with one eye: "Ah?"

"Dad, I mean, your hands don't hurt, right?" The coach froze for a second.

"You can hit."

Huang pointed, and the personal doctor was accompanying him, who was sitting in the corner of the lounge at this moment, waiting to be used at any time.

"It's fine if you say yes, anyway, it's useless for me to persuade you, but..." The coach is obviously very worried, "Brother, I know you seldom go on Weibo, so you haven't read Weibo today, have you?"

"No."

"Really? I see that your seal is very dark, and I always wonder if you are cheap."

The air froze for a moment.

"real."

Huang turned his head and put the mobile phone on the table. With a bang, the coach's scalp went numb, his eyelids twitched, and his heart thumped. The heartbeat of being blown by a ghost from behind.

The glass table was shaken three times, and the coach seemed to hear the sound of money rushing away.

Your mother, how can you not look at this!

154.

The screams of the playoffs were louder than usual.

Among these little girls, many of them traveled all the way to City F in order to come to the scene to cheer and cheer. .

Instructors wear headphones and walk behind empty seats with booklets of notes.

"Don't be reckless in the top lane, don't give up in the bottom lane, and don't be cowardly in the middle and wild—"

He needs to be in charge of the BP link in the team, to gain the maximum benefits in this link as much as possible, routines and anti-routines... Although the gang of brats in the team always call him stupid, he still has to guide the mental activities of BP.

From his position, he could clearly see every move of the five contestants, and he could also see the enthusiastic gazes of the girls in the audience.

His eyes drifted around, and he realized the difference today faster than everyone else.

The number of girls holding the "Huanglian" sign has disappeared, and more single fans have replaced them.

Too bad.

But there is no way around this, the coach thought, he even suspected that some people did it deliberately by saving the events of a few days ago until today to expose them, in order to affect the mentality of the players—whether it was tracking or selling information, it should have been just A way of exchanging information among fan groups, but now it is "bought" by malicious people to create public opinion...

After all, they are just a club for playing games, not an agency company in the entertainment industry. They have no experience in the face of such crazy actions, and they would not have thought that the schedule would be kept secret to such an extent.

The most damning thing is that he is afraid that this news will affect their jungler mentality.

Damn dog man man, really jb troublesome.

God knows why Yimulian went to the mobile phone store with Qing Xingdeng, God knows why someone took a picture of him, God knows how the photo looks like a date...not to mention that there is no reason to ask a girl to pay the bill these days, there is a high probability that Qing Xingdeng posted on Weibo that the newly purchased Sao Red 8plus was also given away at a glance...

Damn it.

The coach believes that there is something inside this. After all, their ad is insidious and cunning. What if they are willing to gamble and admit defeat?

But this must not let the jungler know!

Who knows if the one released is a mad dog or a stray dog!

He lowered his head, Huang was no different than usual, he still looked like he wanted to kill someone, he was frowning and doing debugging, he didn't say a word, but he would still glance at him respectfully when he spoke .

No no, there is a difference. I don’t usually want to kill people that much. At most, I just want to be a jungler quality inspector.

Eighty percent of this is known...

The coach squinted in pain, Ban/Pick started, it was a matter of life or death.

Ah, I dare not look at it, hot eyes.

155.

Winning the first game was inexplicable.

Lost in the second round was also very inexplicable.

Inexplicably, the front and back feet of the upper, middle and lower towers fell off, the dragon couldn't get it, and the group couldn't fight. After 24 minutes, he was hit on the high ground and struggled for a while. Only one ad who was protected like a jewel in the palm survived, and the group was destroyed. There is no difference.

Highland defense towers explode, crystals explode, and bases explode.

The coach waited in the waiting room for the five people who came back to rest, and asked, "Did you find anything wrong with this game?"

The answers of the five people were all different, the coach nodded: "It's right that they are different, there is something wrong with me."

"There's something wrong with you."

"Bastard, if you don't talk back, you will die?" The coach said viciously, "The problem lies in the BP. Our previous style of play has been thoroughly studied, and we have to change our thinking in the next game."

The coach's "change of thinking" is actually just one sentence.

In the early stage, the jungler transformed again.

It's not anti-wild, it's not four meats, one is guaranteed, but a vocabulary that everyone is relatively unfamiliar with.

"Hunger strike jungler".

There are not a few junglers in the league who are known for their hunger strikes, but they all happened several versions ago-why didn't they do it later?Because the difficulty was too high and the requirements for testing the players' personal abilities were too high, after the first few ancestors retired, few people did this in the game.

The test is not only the jungler, but also the three-line pressure, knife pressure technology, and the team's operational technology. How to make the snowball bigger and bigger is the difficulty of this style of play.

"Jungle, are you okay?"

The coach asked, only to get a look of disdain for his nonsense.

"Mid laner, are you okay?"

The coach turned his head and looked at Yimulian solemnly.

Generally speaking, the jungler is responsible for the command of the early gank and the distribution of wild monsters in the late stage, and the mid laner directs the team battle and the overall strategy. The pressure on the mid laner is by no means less than that of the jungler.

Without hesitation, Yimulian said solemnly: "Yes."

What is a hunger strike jungler?

Take the red buff at the first level, grab it directly at the second level, don't eat any wild monsters, just stare at the three roads to catch.

——I don't want to eat the economy, but you don't want to eat it with peace of mind.

Such a simple concept is much more fierce than anti-jungle. If it is crazy, this style of play is even crazier.

Anyway, I didn't hide it. Instead of being scared, it's better to make good use of their wild temper, which is rare to explode. The coach thought maliciously, if the one released is not a stray dog, isn't it a blood profit?

156.

The coach's tactical arrangement played a big role.

The second level directly caught it, and was caught off guard. The civet cat sold itself and successfully helped Qing Xingdeng and Huang get the kills in the bottom lane. Halfway through, Huang still couldn't hold back and went to the opposite wild area to grab some gold, and soon rushed back. Going down the road, grabbing the opponent twice in a row, the early stage economy began to be one-sided.

This round ended even faster. In 22 minutes, the opponent's base was directly flattened, as if everyone had revenge for killing their father.

QUQ got the match point first.

However, successful tactics often cannot be implemented a second time. In the fourth game point, Huang was targeted on the BP - the opponent directly counterpicked two heroes at the end, and took the initiative to change lanes on the top and bottom lanes, saving two rounds.

The aftermath of the "hunger strike" came quickly, and the economy couldn't keep up. The enemy jungler prepared in advance to fight against the jungle, snatched a few small wild monsters, and took away the blue buff belonging to Yimulian.

Started against the wind, did not find a wave of team battles to come back, so it was cool.

The two sides entered the match point.

157.

In the double match point game of the playoffs, a special BGM will be played at the venue.

The cadenced tone, combined with the impassioned commentary on the spot, made people feel irritable.

Five people sat in the waiting room, waiting for the coach to curse passionately.

The coach gave no comfort, only a heartfelt greeting: "What expression do you have, have you been selected to fight in Syria? Or Iraq?"

Only Jiuten answered him seriously: "No, we just came back from visiting your grave."

coach:"……"

Holding the paper coffee cup in his hand, Yimulian began to reflect on why he was still so calm.

Suddenly a hand spread out in front of him.

Huang didn't speak, but Yimulian understood the meaning of this small gesture, he freed up a hand to feel in the coat pocket, and slapped the iron box in Huang's hand.

Take blueberry xylitol as a quick-acting heart-relief pill or something...

It was just a joke at first, and it was naive to say, after all, real medicine should not be taken indiscriminately, but in the end it really became a habit.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Huang didn't eat, so he held the small box and tossed it over and over again: "Have you ever thought about what will happen to the team if you lose the game?"

That's a really good question.

"Then we're going to change coaches." The coach is going back to his hometown to get married.

"The Qingxingdeng contract is about to expire."

"She should, won't go."

"She won't go, it doesn't mean the club won't sign a new striker."

"That's... there's nothing I can do about it."

"Haven't thought about playing the intercontinental game?"

"Only the champion, runner-up and third runner-up can enter. It's too far away. I never thought about it... Do you want to fight?"

Huang paused for a while: "A little bit."

It's not frank, Yi Mu Lian said in his heart, although this is Huang's most real appearance, keep a line in what he says, don't say what he says, face is worth three lives, generally speaking it is arrogant.Last year, when he was still in the running-in period, he couldn't stand it. How could there be a jungler who said you should work hard while squatting in the grass, which surprised him as a teammate and didn't react. ?

"Win this game, and the day after tomorrow will be the No. [-] ODO in District B..."

"It's not that far after thinking about it, is it?"

Yes, compared to last year's winter split, they were very lucky. They have never been so close to the championship and runner-up battle-they encountered relatively weak teams from Division B, instead of the death group-like OWO and QXQ.

Huang handed the tin box back, and ran his fingertips across his palm, inadvertently pretentious.

"you……"

His eyes turned white.

Huang's hands were shaking.

This little detail could not be hidden from his eyes, Huang didn't say anything, even the coach didn't notice the problem.

"It's only one game away, let's talk after the game."

"No..."

"Yimulian," Huang interrupted him, saying forcefully, "I want to win."

"..."

He let go of his hand, and saw Huang scoop up the unfinished coffee with his trembling right hand, and drank it down in one gulp.This scene seemed familiar. He had already seen the repeated routines before. He didn't have the deer plop like last time. His mentality was both peaceful and not peaceful, and he wanted to inform the coach.

Huang's voice echoed in his mind for a long time.

Finally, he closed his eyes and took back the small iron box calmly.

158.

"what?"

Sitting in the car, Yimulian finally got the coach's permission to open Weibo to take a look.

Countless strangers @, the original blog is the same.

"Suspected Team Romance Exposure?The League's No. [-] Female ADC Goes Out on a Date with the Mid Laner of the Same Team".

The uneasiness that resurfaced in his heart immediately after the game receded like a tide, and the thing he was most worried about did not happen. This kind of entertainment news is almost forgotten by everyone after reading it. He doesn't care, and Qing Xingdeng probably won't either. I don't care, he doesn't know the existence of the so-called CP fans, and if it really counts, there will only be one person who cares...

Huang sat in the last row of the van with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief, Huang didn't seem to know yet.

This is just a misunderstanding that can be easily dispelled, and the coach quickly focused on keeping the future schedule secret.

"Obviously someone is going to mess with us today. Although we won by a narrow margin, it is basic morality to learn from a fall in a trap! Do you understand! Don't reveal your itinerary on any social platforms in the future. The girls are happy to see it, but the team with a lot of followers There are a lot of black people, so keep a low profile if you can, this time it was just secretly photographed, who knows what the next time will be..."

Qing Xinglun watched the gossip and smiled quickly: "They actually said that the sister's 8plus was you sent hahahahahaha, did you start your conscience?"

After thinking about it carefully at a glance, I suddenly understood why I was misunderstood.

He bought a new mobile phone, but he disliked that the system was not used to it and he hadn't used it yet. From this point of view, he did buy it with Qing Xingdeng...

Jiu Tun let out a "cut", and said disdainfully: "Why do you think it's happening, you actually hide it from me?"

The coach retorted: "Stupid or not, when I said don't read Weibo, I didn't mean to tell you not to read this news, but to tell you not to read the comments made by the crowd, otherwise you will be pissed off!"

"Who is so bored to watch?"

"Sister, I'm a little ready to move—"

"Hold me, I'm going to play ODO the day after tomorrow. If you dare to die, I will dare to terminate the contract. I think I will get married in the second half of the year and forget about things, right? It is still possible to terminate your contract before terminating the contract. Don't you have a B number for the number of your black fans?"

"I was wrong, your lord has a lot..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yimulian's mouth.

He gradually forgot the pain he had accumulated when UVU was squeezed out and ignored. He only felt that the team in front of him had a good relationship and a relaxed atmosphere. A person whose interests go far away, and he is also very naive. If it is possible, he thinks it is okay to go on like this...

He hasn't had fantasies about the future yet, because the one he was once didn't need to.

Now it's getting closer step by step. Everyone in this small car has the same daydream, to win the division championship and go to the intercontinental competition. Everyone is waiting for him, and he might be able to get it on tiptoe.

They also won QXQ and OWO in the training match. These teams that are both friends and enemies are actually not that difficult to beat.

He suddenly looked forward to the future Huang talked about.

"hiss!"

The laughter of the whole car stopped.

Yimulian turned his head slowly, Huang pinched his stiff right hand, his pale face was dripping with sweat.

159.

Yimulian can foresee many things.

Ever since the coach announced that Huang would not be able to play, he could foresee the ending.

Or earlier, when Huang had to be taken to the hospital by a private doctor for treatment, it was not difficult to see the ending.

It may be too hurtful to say this, but he can't help but think this way-it is not an ordinary team that can enter the playoffs, and they may not win even if they try their best, let alone lacking a mainstay...

The jungler was caught, the big dragon and the ancient dragon were taken away by the opponent's one-stop service, Jiu Tun couldn't bear the damage, the civet cat was sold, and the double C stood alone under the tower, failing to clear the wave after wave of nightmares The super soldier, Yimulian and Qing Xingdeng desperately attacked the enemy's shooter who was not moving carefully. Qing Xingdeng's resurrection armor was triggered, and finally replaced the shooter with the fastest tower pushing speed before dying again.

But this is of no use.

It was too easy for four people to beat one person, Yimulian was stuck in front of the spring and couldn't get out.

On the three-way high ground, super soldiers from all directions rushed up and gathered in front of the base, he knew there was nothing to struggle for.

The substitute jungler who died first was resurrected. He thought this was an opportunity to slightly limit the enemy's tower push. In any case, let's drive people out of the base first...

He thought that such a simple truth could easily reach a consensus, so he didn't say anything, but the substitute jungler didn't understand his intention, and rushed straight up into the crowd of four, as if he had given up on treatment.

Jiu Tun scolded: "Are you fucking sick!?"

Yimulian has no choice but to send the substitute jungler to send him off. He can only bite the bullet and keep up with the output. It is best to be able to change one, and it is best to delay it until Jiu Tun is resurrected...

What is the dying struggle for?

After falling from the three-way high ground, it is impossible to come back.Why do you have to work so hard, is it so difficult to accept the reality of losing?

It's not that difficult, Yimulian doesn't feel that he has any obsession with victory, maybe it's because he heard Qing Xingdeng's uncontrollable whimpers infected him.

But he really couldn't swallow it.

He couldn't help thinking the same thing when he fell in front of the crystal.

If it's Huang, then he won't make low-level mistakes. After all, Huang has made this kind of mistake many times during qualifying. Last year, when he was just running in, he was caught doubting his life. Since then, he has been very careful about his position... …Even if you commit a crime, you will never give up resistance before the LOSS sign lights up.

That's disrespect to the game.

It is also disrespectful to teammates.

When the winning team came to shake hands, his mind was blank except for one question.

What would Huang think?

Anger, pity, remorse?Or bite the bullet and comfort him?

After all, none of them are good.

160.

He did understand Huang, at least one of them was guessed right.

"Wouldn't you go to the opposite side to change the field if you were turned against the field? Have you ever heard of it? You should be in charge of the jungler in the early stage to fight dragons. Don't you understand such a simple truth? If you can't make it, you can't make it. , What kind of group is not in double c? Wisdom?

"How wise is it to look into the grass? Don't you understand how important a punishment is when there is a big dragon?

"The big dragon regiment will always fight 4 against 5. Make sure that your punishment is not for you to take advantage of the chaos. If you don't fight the regiment or cut the back row, super soldiers are more effective than you.

"Never played games? Silver knows how to play, you bronze? Didn't the youth trainers teach you?"

He had never seen Huang being so enraged, nor had he seen Huang taking the initiative to blame others. Huang preferred to blame himself rather than others, and if he wanted to lose his temper, he would lose his temper to Huang himself. Jiu Tun-dou was about to explode at any time. It hasn't exploded yet, and the junglers they didn't play exploded first.

The harmonious atmosphere in the team was broken for the first time, but the person who broke it was not the most irritable Shuten-douji, but Huang who was used to forbearance.

The substitute jungler shrank cowardly into the corner, and from the moment he entered the field, it was destined to be a nightmare for him.

Yimulian is also angry.

However, he was more angry with himself. Knowing that the substitute jungler's vision was not good, he was not particularly vigilant against ganks, and was caught twice. Part of the initial economic gap was due to him.

He should also take the blame.

"Is that the reason you rush to deliver it because you're about to lose?"

Do not……

"I died early and went up to deliver it. Haven't you seen Posanlu come back?"

enough……

"Can you be more responsible to your teammates? Can you show a little respect?"

That's enough, losing is a team thing, it's not just one person's fault, he also has faults, Qingxingdeng also has faults, Shuten-douji has faults, tanuki has faults, they all have faults, and the condemnation should be condemned together with them, and Not entirely to blame for a stressed out bench...

Going on like this is just venting anger.

Huang's voice seemed to be three feet below the ice, and it was so intense that even those familiar with it couldn't help but feel intimidated: "You don't deserve to be called a career candidate..."

"enough!"

He interrupted him, stood up and stepped in front of the substitute jungler.

"Don't say any more..."

His tone was full of pleading.

He met his bloodshot eyes, and didn't want to smooth the wrinkles between his brows as much as he thought. He didn't look so good when he was angry, but he just couldn't move his eyes, he could see How angry he is, he can understand it or not, but in any case, he can't agree.

Huang looked at him with some astonishment, as if he didn't expect him to refute.

They have a tacit understanding, one look at each other, one look, one mouth shape, enough for them to understand each other's thoughts and attitudes.

Huang's frown slowly loosened, he knew that Huang understood what he meant.

……not at all.

"My personality is just so bad, Yimulian." Huang paused for a long time, as if he needed some courage, "Are you disappointed? Just leave if you want to."

This is the lounge, where else can he go.

But he understood.

Isn't it just a matter of kindness and righteousness?

tbc