In the car back to their base from the Saint stadium, the four players rested on their own. For a moment, Lao Qiao had been looking at the mobile phone, and from time to time click and click screenshots. After driving for half an hour, Lao Qiao put down his phone and rubbed it. Rubbing his eyes, he asked, "Can I start?"

Yu Yong opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

Zhou Huogang apologized to fans with Free's official blog, and he said blankly, "What's the beginning?"

"Oh, you don't know." Old Joe swallowed slowly, "Old FS's habit lost the necessary link after the game, and the meeting was divided."

"What pot?" Zhou Huo received a lot of dazzling comments just after he posted on Weibo. He used to be scorching. He was always smooth. He endured the spray for a few hours and listened to it a little, but he was a little stretched. He Try to soften the tone, "Although I don't know how to play this game, I will watch it. If it doesn't work, I'll listen to the explanation. It wouldn't be a great sin to lose a regular season game in this situation today? What happened? ? Can't lose yet? "

The team official Bo is usually under the control of Zhou Huo. Since the first game of the regular season just now, Free has been commenting on the private letter of the official blog when he has a slight disadvantage. Some words can not be seen. No brain spray does not consider Saint ’s possession. Tianke Free's tactical arrangement, regardless of whether the player is a human or a machine, in short, you lose, you have to be sprayed.

The most indispensable part of the league is the brainless spray. Free finally lost a game. Originally, it looked that Free was not good or some individual blackspots of players. Finally, they can have a good year. It's fast.

Zhou Huo thought that fortunately, Guan Bo was in charge of himself and couldn't help himself. At this moment, after listening to Lao Qiao's "separation of pots", the fire that had been held for a long time was finally out of control, and he said, "Yes There are losers in the game, who stipulates that our team ca n’t lose ?! Just lost a game, those who have won in front are all invisible? Ca n’t do it? This is just a regular season! I do n’t understand Now, why do n’t other teams lose the pain, it ’s our turn to be guilty of death? Is our team getting more league money than other teams or what? !!! Who owes something? The player is so good, is the team ’s performance a mistake? Is n’t it possible for such a team to lose? ”

After Zhou Huo finished speaking, the needle drop in the car could be heard.

Zhou Huo has always been seeing people talking about people and talking about ghosts. The first time he was so emotional, everyone in the car was stunned.

"Uh ..." Lao Qiao looked carefully at Zhou Huo and hesitated, "Manager Zhou, we were not very familiar before, and I don't know your resume well, you are ..."

Old Joe asked more carefully, "I asked with a big face, did you run the Super First Team for the first time?"

Zhou Huo: "..."

Zhou Huo sighed, "I used to be a deputy manager at NSN, and the team that is more famous than NSN is gone."

Zhou Huo admitted unwillingly, "I have a general understanding of the game, and my expertise is basically still operating. I really haven't managed the real game."

"I see it." Puppy took off his headphones and stretched his waist. "Welcome to the realm of God. There is a saying that you are right. The team's good performance is your original sin. Do it quickly. point."

Old Joe looked at Shi Luo and then looked at Yu Yong with his advisory eyes. Yu Yong leaned on the backrest and said after a moment of silence, "Read."

Chen Huo took off the headphones and said helplessly, "Come and come."

Zhou Huo was still in complete condition, looking around everyone, "What is it?"

Shi Luo opened the chopper's eyes, gathered his short hair, and looked at Lao Qiao with a bad face.

"Begin, Puppy is the most poisonous, read Puppy first." Lao Qiao looked at the screenshots of his screenshots and read aloud without emotion. "The 666 is not good when the live broadcast is all day. The first game is to let a rookie go to the sniping position. Should I know that I should support it in the first place? Wait for the grave later? "

"Puppy used to have the marksmanship feature that was stable, but now it's getting more and more popular. This is too good. The older you are, the more conservative you play. It feels like Free is a retirement team."

"Puppy has the characteristics of a fart. How many years has it been since you lived impulsively? How many years are you ready to blow? And, who uses him?"

"After being sold to the Holy Sword that year, it was not for no reason that Puppy was listed first. What kind of players will the Holy Sword only keep?

"Puppy is indeed one of Free's most delicious dishes, is there anything wrong? I must say ..."

"Wait." Zhou Huo interrupted Lao Qiao in a dumbfounded voice, "What are you doing ?! Other teams lose the game and let players shield all public platforms and open social software. Don't listen, you are still your own Read it to them ?! Your team ’s mentality?

"Yes." Lao Qiao's face was as usual, and he asked, "Otherwise? Can't bear to see the sudden collapse when they are online? If they are exposed to these before the next match? Who will be responsible for the sudden collapse before the match? "

Zhou Huo was speechless and said for a long while, "That can't be ..."

"You thought ..." Old Joe paused and asked, "Today I encountered such a big accident in the first game, and I lost. In the second game, they can quickly get rid of the negative emotions, how did they do it? ? "

"How do you think the big heart of all our wicked people is practiced?"

Zhou Huo suffocated.

Recalling the early days when the team was built, everyone said that no psychological counselor was needed, and Zhou Huo's throat suddenly tightened.

Old Joe calmly said, "It's a team of veterans, but the oldest one is actually twenty-one, where it is so young and veteran. In the early years, we still have a team of minors, the age of the team The oldest is only 17 years old, and he needs to adapt to any scene as soon as possible.

"How big-hearted?" Old Joe shook the phone in his hand. "Half born, half practiced."

"Are you afraid that they can be brought to the rhythm by the sprayer?" Lao Qiao smiled. "Some players do not have the psychological quality. After being told by a thousand sprayers that he is a vegetable, he has no confidence in himself. Cai Cai, but you can rest assured that the few of them will not be limped by the spray, and can bear it. "

Zhou Huo's throat choked, and he instinctively wanted to protect a few players in his family, but he endured for a moment and didn't speak again.

Zhou Huo is good at the operation of the team. The part that is really related to the game is the layman. As a manager and how to train players, he does not have the right to intervene.

Listening to Lao Qiao's meaning, this is the team's usual training mode, and it can't betrayed.

Zhou Huo gritted his teeth and turned his head against the fire to make a wink for the follower's camera.

Old Joe continued, "Here is Chen Chen ..."

"Chen Huo will only be brainless now? The second game is endless, is the angel sword green for his wife?"

"Although I haven't played the game a few times, I have watched a lot of games. Anyway, I didn't see any tricks in the two games, so I watched the fire **** and rushed."

"In the second game, Free was consuming Saint's economy in the early stage, but I always felt that Chen Huo was at the top, not at all consuming the economy."

"The fart consumes the economy, and Chen Huo has always been impulsive. There must be no one to let him rush, but he is willing to do it himself."

"I didn't win at the end, what's the point? Don't push the pot to the Angel Sword, good luck is a kind of strength?"

"So can Chen Chen be more detailed?"

Old Joe flipped over again and said, "The fire is gone."

Chen Huo chuckled, "This session of spray is not good, there is only one sentence back and forth, and so many curses did not really hit my heart."

"And then Shi Luo's ..." Old Joe paused and looked at Yu Yong again, hesitating, "Read?"

Shi Luo said coldly, "Read."

Yu Yong didn't speak, acquiesced.

Old Joe took a deep breath and said slowly, "I said one thing, is Shi Luo a team cancer? In the second game, he had the worst face."

"Shi Luo's mentality, sure to be able to go to the World Championship? After losing the game, the face is black, I don't see."

"Put his face on to show his fans, otherwise how do the female fans feel distressed? When the cubs are the hearts of the sister fans, since then sold by Whisper, they have absorbed enough female fans, and they rely on the female fans. We feel distressed and popular. "

"Taking advantage of handsome suckers, I don't know how long it can last."

"Although Shi Luo didn't make any mistakes in the second game, who can guarantee that if he has a better mentality, he can't play the show for a long time? He can't show it!"

"The other three people adjusted their emotions quite quickly, but Evil couldn't do it. It wasn't me who was mean, I knew at a glance that he couldn't withstand the World Championship."

"Reasonable analysis, Whisper is buying Evil into the team with old feelings, yes ... yes ..."

Old Joe glanced at Luo when he looked at it, and coughed, "There's nothing below ..."

Shi Luo said, "It's over."

Shi Luo was the youngest and had never experienced this kind of psychological training in FS before. Old Joe still had a soft time for him. When Luo insisted, he continued to gritt his teeth and read, "Whisper is thinking about his old love and buying Evil into the team. Is there any help? "

"Have a fuck! Help him!" Zhou Huo finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Last season's first commando in the national costume, can you tell me if you have any help ?! You tell me! No, I can't help it, you post the screenshot. I'm going to tear him off with a trumpet! Damn it, you give me a screenshot !!! "

"No one said that this was right for the spray." Old Joe was helpless. "Isn't it desensitizing them? Are you more competitive with a brainless spray? I have something even more outrageous here, I do n’t think it ’s necessary to read with Shi Luo. Do you want to listen? ”

Zhou Huo said angrily: "No!"

Shi Luo took a breath.

From the time he got on the train, Shi Luo repeatedly recalled a sentence in his heart:

"This is what Yu Yong has experienced."

I am now eating the suffering he has suffered and suffering the sins he has suffered.

His boyfriend had resisted all this alone long ago.

At that time, Whisper was still very small, alone, no self, no current teammates, only Sima's Ji Yanhan.

What about myself? Several years older than Yu Yongxu at the time, with a habitable team, a trusted teammate, a boyfriend who has been trying to comfort himself ...

What else can't bear?

At his age, his boyfriend was already right with Ji Yanhan.

It ’s too cheap for me to force myself to make things happen.

Thinking about this again and again, Shi Luo has almost eliminated his negative emotions.

It ’s disgusting to listen directly to the **** words of Penzi, but it is really effective for exercising mentality.

My team is a big heart with no heart and no lungs. It is all a metamorphosis that can quickly adjust the state during the game. You can't be worse than others.

Shi Luo was really not afraid of anything at this moment. He looked at Lao Qiao and said, "If you continue reading, you can't bear the grandson."

"No reading!" Zhou Huoqi's face was pale. "I slaughtered this group of stupid things. Why do I scold my players so much ?! The player's salary is not his salary!"

Shi Luo frowned and said in a cold voice, "Read, I listen to something more outrageous."

Old Joe looked back and forth between Zhou Huo and Shi Luo, and finally looked at Yu Yong.

Yu Yong looked down, "Read."

Others do not know the relationship between the two. Zhou Huo is very clear. He is not angry, "Yu Yong! You can! No one has your heart hard!"

Yu Yong spoke, and old Joe didn't care anymore. He flipped through the screenshots and continued to read: "Evil didn't have to make mistakes to stop spraying? What kind of mentality did he have? He couldn't lose like other three people. A little? A smile? A bit of a first-team demeanor? Psychological qualities simply do n’t work. "

"After the second game, Evil's mentality collapsed at first glance, and he couldn't be reassured. The most speechless thing was that he had to keep Whisper waiting for him. What's wrong with him?"

"I was angry when I saw Evil with a sullen face. Whisper looked at him with a worried face in the back. I don't know if anyone noticed. The two have been in eye contact. Shit, I don't know what the **** is doing.

"Anyway, I am now more and more convinced by those female fans. Shi Luo may have been with Yu Yong!"

Shi Luo choked violently. He turned his head to cover his mouth with his back and coughed a few times.

Zhou Huo: "..."

Yu Yong's face also became unnatural for a moment.

Old Joe shook his hand and said frankly, "Do you want to listen to such annoying things? It's completely messed up."

"He was paralyzed ..." Shi Luo's lips moved slightly, and he said to himself silently, "Brush pen, white blind, a pair of eyes that found beauty ..."

Zhou Huo's anger was halved in an instant, and he moved uncomfortably, saying, "Okay, you ... you miss Yu Yu again."

"I was about to read it, wasn't you interrupted?" Old Joe dissatisfied, "Yu Yong's."

"Yu Yong didn't make any obvious mistakes, but he didn't anticipate that Saint had prepared the tactics, and he shouldn't have sprayed? And why didn't he go after the game? Why did he wait for the young master of Luo! !Pooh!"

After reading this, old Joe looked at a few people, his face blank, "You ... aren't you angry anymore?"

Yu Yong, one of the dog males, sincerely said, "The sprayers scolded well, they were well-founded, and I was not angry."

Old Joe nodded and rested a little, "Keep this mentality, OK, I'll get it after hearing it, and I'll be at the base immediately. What should everyone do?"