Xiao Yuan listened to Liu Jiangqing's tirade about Lu Yunqian with interest, and after listening to it, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile, and said teasingly: "I found that whenever you talk about Qianqian, your words will be a hundred times more than usual, and every sentence is very accurate. It seems that you do know her better and care more about her. Well, I take back my previous judgment on this 1V1 Lissi and agree with your point of view. ”

Liu Jiangqing was slightly stunned, and his eyes unconsciously took back from Xiao Yuan, but he still calmly retorted: "Even if I live with a cat for a year, I can understand the attributes of that cat, and I don't care." And it's about the development of the team, you are the boss and coach, I need to tell you. ”

"Uh-huh, I understand."

Seeing his embarrassed look, Xiao Yuan already knew it, and stopped the topic with a smile. The two continued to watch the game in the picture quietly, and soon, Xiao Yuan noticed that Lu Yunqian's technique had changed strangely.

"Have you noticed that Sissi doesn't seem to have used the Sword to Sweep Heaven and Earth and the Sword of Heavenly Punishment, and has been using small skills?" Xiao Yuan asked Liu Jiangqing.

"Well, because there is a delay in the Sword Sweeping Heaven and Earth and the Sword of Heavenly Punishment, it will interrupt the coherence in the feel. Her hand speed is at least 600 now, and once interrupted, it will be difficult to get back to the top again. Liu Jiangqing said, "Zhou Ke can't keep up with Qianqian's speed, as long as it drags on for a while, it will completely collapse and become a headwind." However, he still has an equipment advantage, which is also his only chance to turn the tables, and Sissi can't relax yet. ”

"How much longer do you think she'll hold out?" Xiao Yuan asked.

Liu Jiangqing stared at the big screen, and a time popped out of his mouth: "Five minutes." ”

Xiao Yuan paused, when he heard this time, he thought he had heard it wrong, but with Liu Jiangqing's rigorous character, he would definitely not talk nonsense about a time, and there must be a basis behind it to support the so-called "five minutes". As for the basis, it may have something to do with the "passive slack".

"Why five minutes?" Xiao Yuan remained silent and continued to ask.

"Because ......" Liu Jiangqing suddenly stopped as soon as she opened her mouth, as if she realized that she was about to say something, so she began to remain silent.

"Because you and that guy have been helping Sissi train privately, so that she can deal with Zhou Ke's duel." Xiao Yuan answered for Liu Jiangqing, but he didn't embarrass him, just looked at the screen and sighed helplessly, "Don't get me wrong, I don't object to your private training, but you should say hello to me first in the future, and that one is the same." ”

“……”

Liu Jiangqing continued to remain silent, the real purpose of training Qian Qian with Hengdao and a sword was not for Zhou Ke, but to find out a tactic for Mingyue Pavilion to win against Xiang Fei. Zhou Ke is just a small test in training. But this kind of thing naturally can't be said to Xiao Yuan, who is the boss, so he straightened his face, and turned into the same appearance as before when he didn't pay attention to anyone, and only watched the game.

Zhou Ke sat in front of the computer with a pale face, typing the keyboard desperately with his left hand, and the mouse in his right hand was covered with sweat stains on his palm, but he didn't bother to wipe it at all. In the game, Heng Dao Yijian is frantically chasing and killing, every move is aggressive, fast, accurate, and deadly, without any flaws, just like a tireless killing machine.

Gradually, mental anger began to be replaced by physical pain, and even breathing became a little difficult. Zhou Ke became irritable, gritted his teeth and desperately resisted the tiredness in his body, but he couldn't stop thinking in his heart.

- How long have I been playing this game? Ten minutes? Or fifteen minutes? How it feels like an hour has passed, so tired!

Call...... Why, why is that girl still fighting, isn't she tired? Is she crazy? No one can play like that even in the NFL! How much hand speed does she have?!

Grass, my hands are so sore, how long can I hold on? Can...... Won?

Can't keep up, can't keep up, my hands ...... Started to freeze!

After the high outbreak, the load on the hands immediately increased, and the feeling of soreness and tiredness hit one after another. Zhou Ke's expression was extremely distorted, and the keyboard was pounding heavier and heavier each time, as if he was venting the anger in his heart. The loud sound of tapping on the keyboard was terrifying, but it could be heard from the sound of these heavy and messy keys that he was starting to panic, and his hand speed was dropping sharply, and he was completely reduced to a headwind, and he was being pressed to the ground by Heng Dao's sword and rubbed hard.

……

Lost.

At the end of the game, Heng Dao Yijian still had 53% of his blood left, and he perfectly turned the game around, and played a beautiful record with his amazing hand speed for the promise of victory.

Looking at the settlement of this game on the screen, Zhou Ke unexpectedly did not feel much sadness, but was relieved. He understands that he has played at a normal level in this game, and it can even be said that he has shown the state he used to play in the bloody world, so he lives up to the game and his teammates.

But he still lost, and he lost quite badly.

Sixty-three headshots, or 70% of the injuries he suffered, a figure that was ironic for a former professional assassin. If you take it to the NFL arena, you will definitely be sprayed by a group of netizens again, "I beat him better with my feet". However, Zhou Ke knew very well that the other party was indeed above him, and this one, even if it was resting on the NFL, few people could bear it, so he was quite calm at the moment, much calmer than during the game just now.

"It's okay, it's just a losing round, we still have a chance later." The Black Blade Dysprosium Shooter looked at the captain with concern and comforted gently.

"Well, I'll take a break and wait for 5V5 to call me." There was no frustration in Zhou Ke's voice, and he moved his wrist to relax his entire body. There was a fifteen-minute break between each two rounds, and just as he was about to leave his seat and go out to breathe, he noticed a sentence in the arena chat box.

Heng Dao Yijian: "Good fight, Z-shaped double slash you adjusted the angle and expanded the damage range, which is much better than before." Next time, add some auxiliary moves before hitting the Z double slash, otherwise it will be easy to be seen through. ”

“……”

Zhou Ke opened his mouth slightly, looking at the words in a daze, as if he heard Lu Daoheng pointing by his side. His heart moved, and the ghost replied with a sentence: "I can't hold on to the speed of the hand, I lost." ”

"Hahaha, you're an assassin, why don't you fight fast, it's better to fight your skills. If I were you, I wouldn't be quick to slap other people's guns, and I'll be stunned first. Heng Dao said confidently.

"Hey, Captain, how are you pointing at the enemy!" The spicy jumping frog saw that Heng Dao Yijian and Ying Hao began to chat, and he was anxious, and he also sent jargon in the arena to protest, but forgot that Lu Yunqian was sitting next to him.

"You little fellow, what enemy is not an enemy, he is our former brother, don't shout." Heng Dao slashed a sword with a look of contempt, but it made Lu Yunqian's face full of black lines.

"Well, he is indeed our former brother, a brother who turned around and left." Late Tianyue took this sentence coldly, and her words were full of disgust for Ying Hao.