[Han Zhang] One thought

48.

The offseason of the ninth season is destined to be uneventful—Excellent Era has disintegrated, but it has not completely disappeared. A local entrepreneur in City H has acquired the "wreckage" of Excellent Era, and is about to reorganize the country and challenge again game.However, Xiao Shiqin, a group of old players from Excellent Era, returned to Thunderclap and took away the pastor Zhang Jiaxing; The rumored team won with a strange offer of 172 million...

What attracted the most attention was that Su Mucheng, who had been playing for Excellent Era since the fourth season, joined Team Happy with the god-level account card "Mu Yu Cheng Feng"—yes, after a year of challenges in the Challenger League, she joined Team Happy. After the ups and downs, Ye Xiu led Xingxin, a grass-roots team, back to the league, and was about to challenge the defending champion Samsara at the opening ceremony.

As for his former owner, Excellent Era, there was only an empty shell left at this moment. The one who signed up for the Challenger League under the name of "Excellent Era" was just a "big belly" team built around a 19-year-old boy.

But Tyranny didn't have much time to lament about this old enemy. It was Xingxin's last deal before the start of the season that surprised them—first, they bought Team Linhai's qigong master for 550 million." Boundless Sea", Immediately afterwards, Fang Rui of Team Wind Howl transferred to Xingxin and announced his transformation into a Qigong master.

"What stimulated the wretched party?" Zhang Jiale was dumbfounded for a while while holding the new issue of "E-Sports House".

"Whistling is now determined to transform and completely get rid of the influence of obscenities. Fang Rui has become a burden to them and must be thrown away." Lin Jingyan took a sip of tea from his teacup and sighed in a low voice.

"I see." Zhang Jiale threw the magazine aside, nodded thoughtfully, "The Lin Feng they just bought is a combat thief—oh no, there's no need for Fang Rui to go to Happy. Still transitioning? Is he afraid that no established team will accept him?"

"I don't know." Lin Jingyan put down his glass and spread his hands.

"You haven't contacted?"

"No."

Zhang Jiale didn't say anything anymore, everyone didn't want to reveal the past, and he himself was a fallen man, so there was nothing he could do except keep silent.

In fact, at this moment, he doesn't care who his future opponent is. The entire Tyranny team seems to have been infected with Han Wenqing's "whoever he is, let's fight" momentum. It's just a "come on" to each other.

As for Zhang Jiale's own state, it seems that Tyranny doesn't need anyone else to worry about him.Like this team, he is moving forward steadily. Tyranny has formed a "trinity" structure on the offensive end, and on the defensive end, he has also formed a defensive fortress built around the stone. The fledgling Song Qiying and the second-year Sheng Qin Muyun was also perfectly integrated into the tactical system, as if everything was moving in the ideal direction.

But the more this time, the more they dare not relax their vigilance.

Sun Xiang has also perfectly integrated into Samsara's tactical system, and the "Double One" combination stands out; Tiny Herb still has an "undefeated team"; although Blue Rain suffers from the competition system, their tactical system is flexible enough to use Mobility suppressed most of the alliance's teams; under the leadership of Xiao Shiqin, Thunder showed their fangs with various tactics of sword and slant; Hundred Blossoms finally found a style of play that suits them, and slowly entered On the right track... Even Xingxin, who was once considered a "grass team", staggered into the playoffs. Ye Xiu even set a record of 37 consecutive victories in the individual competition...

As for Tyranny's journey, every step was extremely heavy, and every journey was full of sorrow and joy.

From the disastrous defeat against Samsara at the beginning of the season to the determination and change of the rotation lineup, the three veterans Han Wenqing, Zhang Jiale, and Lin Jingyan played less and less times, and Tyranny's record was also stuck on the edge of the playoffs.

Some people were already crying for them, and some people questioned that Tyranny's idea of ​​building a team of "veterans teaming up together" was just a desperate move.

"In a sense, it's true to say that, if you are still in your prime, you probably won't be willing to accept Zhang Jiale and Lin Jingyan; similarly, if their condition doesn't decline, I'm afraid you won't be willing either. Allied with rivals..."

"So?" Han Wenqing frowned and looked at Zhang Xinjie, "Are you troubled by this?"

"No," the other party just shook his head calmly, "I'm just thinking about what kind of style of play to adopt in the next game, which is most suitable for your current state."

Han Wenqing didn't speak any more. He knew very well that Zhang Xinjie was not a sentimental person in the first place, and there was no need to feint on this kind of issue at this moment.

He stood behind Zhang Xinjie, reached over his shoulder, and snatched the mouse from his hand.

"You like browsing forums so much?"

"Just take a look." Zhang Xinjie handed over the mouse obediently, and watched Han Wenqing close the webpage. "Some points of view are quite instructive."

"For example, our point of view of jumping over the wall in a hurry?"

"You care about this?" Zhang Xinjie turned his head and looked at Han Wenqing. Their faces were so close that their chins could almost touch each other.

"I think you're wasting your time."

Zhang Xinjie nodded knowingly, raised his right hand, put it on Han Wenqing's cheek, and gently stroked it twice: "We have already reached this point, why not be more patient?"

"My time is running out."

Zhang Xinjie nodded, cupped Han Wenqing's face with both hands, and gently kissed the corner of his lips: "I'm trying to buy you time."

The meaning of Zhang Xinjie's words was very clear - at Han Wenqing's age, every game he played and every skill he used on the field was "fighting" against fate.

The decline in physical fitness, the decline in hand speed...all signs are urging him to leave the field as soon as possible, but he is still not reconciled, he still wants to try again.

"I don't know if it was the right decision...but so what if it's wrong?"

This sentence was said to his mother, who, like all parents in the world, urged him to "almost go home and forget it".It is enough to have a champion, and the fun of contentment is also worth enjoying.

But he was reluctant and wanted to try his best to grasp this last glimmer of hope.

"Unless I can't even fight the last match, I will continue to fight for Tyranny."

"The first round of [-], what do you think?"

"It's time to do our best." Zhang Xinjie replied calmly, as if he knew that Han Wenqing was looking forward to such an answer.

"We'll win."

"I'll do my best."

"Everyone is the same."

In the end, in the first game of the first round of the playoffs, Team Tyranny beat 11 with a score of 5 to [-], winning the first game.

The veteran Team Tyranny finally showed their fangs, and those who reacted quickly realized that this team had completely "changed".Not only did the veterans plan to move later, and reserve their strength to strike later, even the priest Zhang Xinjie showed a bloodthirsty edge.

"Obviously, Tyranny's current positional warfare mode is the most suitable style of play for Zhang Xinjie. In the past, he sacrificed a lot in order to integrate into Tyranny's offensive end. Now he can let go of his hands and feet and plan the tactical system he is best at. It can be said that the current Tyranny is gradually becoming Zhang Xinjie's team..."

Zhang Xinjie browsed the webpage in a hurry, put the cursor on this sentence, and turned to look at Han Wenqing: "Could this be Senior Ji Leng's vest again?"

"Who knows..." Han Wenqing was a little confused by his question, "Is he important?"

Zhang Xinjie shook his head: "I'm just curious... Maybe those seniors who left Tyranny are still watching us silently from somewhere."

"You really..."

"What happened to me?"

"You like forums so much, did you learn from Ji Leng?"

"Someone has to keep an eye out for you where you can't see."

"The forum counts?" Han Wenqing frowned, and felt dizzy when he thought that he was being "supervised" by the two vice-captains in every detail.

"I'm just making an analogy - I like to read forums just for personal interest, but in the team, if I want to be safe, I have to pay attention to those places that you can't notice, whether there are potential loopholes in our tactical system , Can the newly debuted players withstand the pressure of public opinion, will the seniors have emotional fluctuations due to the ups and downs of their records... If you need to worry about these things, then you are too tired. "

Han Wenqing remained silent. He stared at the webpage in front of him. After a while, he raised his hand and gently pinched the back of Zhang Xinjie's neck.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhang Xinjie didn't talk to him. While closing the webpage, he put his other hand behind his head, fumbled for Han Wenqing's hand, and squeezed it lightly.

"The next match... everything will be the same," he said calmly. "There is no need to adjust our tactical system. It is more than enough to limit [-]'s offensive—as long as there is no tragedy like being hit by a tree and losing half of its blood."

Han Wenqing froze for a second, then laughed out loud.

"Even you are mocking Huang Shaotian?"

"It's not a taunt," Zhang Xinjie replied calmly, apparently not intending to save face for Huang Shaotian, a player of the same period. "I must take into account any accidents that may happen on the field."

In fact, such a nonsensical "accident" did not happen. In the second round of the playoffs, Tyranny once again scored 11 to 6 against [-] and eliminated the opponent.

Tyranny, who advanced to the second round of the playoffs after Samsara, seemed to have relaxed a lot. The whole team gathered in front of the TV in the lounge, watching Xingxin's away game against Blue Rain, commenting on the two from time to time. sentence.

"Shall we make a bet and bet on the opponent in the next round?" Zhang Jiale suggested, rubbing his hands excitedly.

"Who do you hope your opponent will be in the next round?" Lin Jingyan guessed through his little thoughts.

"It's the same for anyone." Han Wenqing answered first.

"There is still a difference." Lin Jingyan glanced at Zhang Xinjie tentatively, "At least we have to adjust our tactics according to the opponent."

Zhang Xinjie was staring intently at the unimaginable "one-on-one" between Jun Moxiao and Suokesar on the screen at the moment, but he also caught Lin Jingyan's eyes, turned his head, and replied solemnly: "It's hard to say... From a tactical point of view, both of them are difficult to deal with, but if you consider the practical level, Xingxin is more uncertain than Blue Rain."

"So you want to play Blue Rain in the next round?" Zhang Jiale regained his energy and looked at Zhang Xinjie eagerly.

The other party just shook his head, and said to himself, "It's the same when you hit anyone."

"You two are really..." Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes, then turned his head and began thinking about the young player Song Qiying, "What about you? Who do you want to fight in the next round?"

"I think...they are all the same." Song Qiying replied with a serious face, obviously after a lot of deliberation.

"What's the matter with the three of you! We've discussed it, right?" Zhang Jiale slumped into the sofa with a face full of grief and indignation, "What did you say? It's not that the family doesn't enter the house..."

The entire lounge fell into an eerie silence, only the skill sound effects on the TV and Li Yibo's unassuming commentary were left.Bai Yanfei asked with a malicious smile, "Brother Le, are you...is the Chinese teacher still alive?"

"Get out!" Zhang Jiale picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it on Bai Yanfei's head, "What I want to say is that like attracts like and divides like like!"

TBC