Rise Chapter 1911: 3 consecutive victories

? Han Shihao was brought to the front of the young chief supervisor of the club by the head coach.

And Lin Feng followed No.5 to her and No.1's room.

Then the two guides both left first, leaving a space of solitude.

Park Canyeol looked at Han Shihao, with a beautiful smile that seemed harmless as before:

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Number One looked at Lin Feng, raised his eyebrows, and the words that he opened entered the subject more directly:

"It's the fourth day, right?"

This question, of course, is not about how long the finals have been going on.

Lin Feng froze for a moment, scratched his hair, and finally nodded honestly:

"Hmm."

"Tonight is the fifth day."

Park Canyeol nodded slightly, looking with interest at the central singles captain of the club’s core ace in front of him:

"It's the same sentence, I just ask and interfere with your affairs, and don't ask about the specific situation."

"But after all, there are still a lot of reactions and opinions given to me below. Everyone in the club is worried... Therefore, I, the chief supervisor, always have to give the people below some peace of mind."

Han Shihao frowned: "What do you want to say?"

No. One smiled playfully and looked at Lin Feng in front of him, until he saw someone uncomfortably and his scalp was numb, and then he spoke in a leisurely tone:

"It's nothing."

"Speaking of which, have we not played against each other in a long time?"

Huh?

Lin Feng listened for a while again.

While Park Chanyeol looked at Han Shihao, he still smiled and gave his own solution:

"Of course, the best way is to try solo with you, which is the most direct and intuitive-but this kind of thing is still too difficult for me."

"So, if you don't mind, let me see you solo in a game."

……

So a solo confrontation and a solo row of passersby started in two rooms on different floors of the hotel.

Two laptops are placed face to face.

The expression on No.1's face is relaxed and composed:

"Let go of the fight."

"How did you fight these days? Just let me go."

"It's been a while, let me take a good look at how much your kid has grown now."

Park Canyeol took a notepad, pulled a chair and sat behind Han Shihao, leisurely and calmly raised his legs and put the notepad on his lap, then looked up at Han Shihao and smiled:

"It's been a while, right?"

"The two of us are doing analysis and evaluation individually one-on-one."

"The last time I did this kind of thing, it was years ago."

Han Shihao still gave an answer with an indifferent expression on his face:

"Four years."

Park Chanyeol nodded, as if feeling a little emotional: "Time flies so fast-the memory of those days was a little fuzzy, but in retrospect, it should be very fulfilling, isn't it?"

In exchange, it was only a cold response from Han Shihao:

"It's just that you don't continue to be an analyst and coach now."

"I haven't done it in a few years, how much vision and ability can I have?"

The tone was unabashedly mocking and slightly provocative.

At the same time in the room on the other floor, Lin Feng eagerly looked at Senior One sitting across from him:

"Senior, then I'm welcome--"

Park Chanyeol laughed:

"Don't worry, it's just that I haven't done it in a few years. I'm not unfamiliar with this ability."

The corner of No.1's mouth raised slightly:

"Smelly boy--"

"If there is nothing to please me, you can just wait to suffer."

……

End a single row.

Solo fought three rounds.

The respective results seem to be insufficient.

And Han Shihao's expression remained indifferent.

Someone is cheeky and doesn't change color.

Park Chanyeol looked down at his notepad, which was filled with a whole page, and No.1 looked thoughtfully at the screen of the computer in front of him.

Then the latter two raised their heads:

"Continue."

"Come again."

It's a solo game again.

Three solo rounds again.

The response received remains the same, continue and come again.

After more than an hour, Park Canyeol finally put away his notepad, and No.1 also released the mouse and keyboard in front of him with both hands.

Han Shihao raised his eyes to the chief supervisor in front of him:

"Enough?"

The young superintendent thought for a moment, then laughed:

"Enough."

Lin Feng looked at the senior sitting opposite:

"Senior, are you almost done?"

Number One waved his hand casually as if to catch a fly:

"Okay, let's go."

Han Shihao got up and pushed the door to leave. Someone came to the door and carefully glanced at his senior, then gently closed the door and left.

In different rooms on the two floors of the hotel, the atmosphere is quiet.

After a while, Park Canyeol read it through his notepad again, as if carefully examining the content of the analysis record that he had just memorized a few pages, took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.

An indifferent and majestic voice came from the earpiece:

"How is it?"

Park Chanyeol smiled: "Let Shihao play three solo games for me."

"So, your opinion is—"

Park Chanyeol paused slightly, his tone seemed to give an easy answer:

"Yes."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while, the voice came slowly again:

"If you judge this way, then let him continue."

Number One got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room.

I don’t know when the door was gently pushed open again, No.5 walked in and looked at his fiance in front of the French window:

"So, what about the result?"

Number One looked at the night view outside the window, leisurely and casually:

"Not bad."

No.5 laughed: "Yesterday, when facing No.2 and No.3, it seemed to be very confident. Now it seems that some people are not completely confident in their hearts."

It's rare to joke about my fiancé's jokes.

Number One turned to look at his beautiful fiancee, and laughed:

"After all, I still have to confirm it personally to rest assured."

"Now that's the case...it's a bottom line."

"The rest, let these two little guys play by themselves."

……

Late night.

The training room lights on the sixth floor of the hotel are on again.

It's just that it's a bit late compared to the previous few days.

The two who arrived in the training room looked at each other. There was still no more communication, and no one planned to mention the reason for being late. They still ended the conversation with a simple word:

"On."

The group stage came to the fifth day.

In the morning, the two games in Group C took the lead in kicking off today's game program.

Hayami finally confronted MLG.

After a thrilling battle, the game time was locked in the 35th minute. The Hayami team of the Blue Army regrettably lost, which attracted a sigh of sighs from the Chinese players in the audience.

Sure enough.

As the No. 3 seed in the LPL Division, it is the first time to participate in the World Finals this year. Hayami's strength is still inferior to MLG, which is the top seed in the European Division this year.

Wait until the end of the second game with the Thunder over the wild card.

Group D begins~IndoMTL.com~ Today's first game is God and Fate.

36 minutes.

The game is over.

There was a fryer-like sensation in the audience, and the screams, whistles and applause almost overwhelmed the ceiling of the gymnasium.

God-God defeats Fate.

Won the third win in the group stage.

Three consecutive victories!

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