On the screen, Ying Hao, who was dressed in orange, was beaten back frequently, obviously struggling. In order to keep up with the speed of Heng Dao Yijian, he also began to speed up constantly. When he was finally forced into a corner, the cold killing intent suddenly shot out from under the black hood, and Chiyue Feng connected to the swordsman in front of him one after another, so fast that only various sword light and sword shadow effects could be seen between the two of them, and nothing else could be seen.

He had long forgotten that the person behind the game character was Lu Daoheng's sister.

He had long forgotten that this was a 1v1 points match in the qualifiers.

He even forgot that he was the captain of the new team [Black Blade].

He only knew that he wanted to win, he wanted to prove his strength to Heng Dao, to prove that his edge had never been blunted, and to prove that he was still as good as before.

He wanted to hear that familiar compliment, he wanted to see the surprised and bright smile on the other side, and he wanted to go back to the old days when everyone played the NFL together.

- I want to be again, the black blade in your hand!

The more he thought about it, the more rapid Ying Hao's movements became, like a sharp weapon that had been unsealed, completely bursting out with all its power, and fighting heartily. However, people outside the stadium couldn't see anything clearly except for a glare of light, and could only lament when the live broadcast could also have a slow-down function, so that they could enjoy this wonderful speedy battle.

"Zhou Ke is already full of firepower, I don't know if Sister Qianqian can hold it. Ah, that reverse sword hit is so beautiful! Sister Sissi can catch up with this blood volume by making up a few more knives, on!! Go around it! Hurry up and don't give him a chance!! Li Siyang jumped up from his seat several times excitedly, yelling and screaming at the big screen, as if he was watching a wonderful NFL game. provoked Liu Jiangqing and Qingchuan next to him to frown frequently, but they didn't expect that the person who looked quite rational in the game would be so noisy in reality.

"Backhand magnification, handsome! Blow him up, blow him up! ”

"He's about to jump off the wall, but Sissi stops him! Give him thunder! ”

"Damn, stealth! If it's a man, come out! Hide a P body with a girl! ”

……

The entire conference room was filled with Li Siyang's half-narrating and half-shouting voices, Liu Jiangqing couldn't stand the bombardment of this loudspeaker in his ears, so he had to get up and prepare to change seats. As soon as he stood up, Li Siyang mistakenly thought that he was going to cheer together, and hugged his neck and shouted affectionately: "The great god is coming, let's cheer for Sister Sissi together, let her beat Zhou Ke directly!" ”

"Don't pull me." Liu Jiangqing used his left hand to block Li Siyang's neck hug and replied coldly.

After being pushed away by Liu Jiangqing, Li Siyang realized that this guy didn't want to cheer together, but annoyed himself. He already knew Liu Jiangqing's temperament, and said with a smile: "Great God, don't you want to cheer for our captain?" ”

"She won't have to work hard to win this game." After Liu Jiangqing finished speaking, he walked towards the seat in the back, without giving Li Siyang any face. 89 Literature Network

Li Siyang, who was left behind, shrugged his shoulders in the same way as Ino, feeling helpless at this guy's strange temper. Suddenly, he found that he had missed a lot of wonderful shots of the game after only chatting for a while, and hurriedly stared at the big screen again while beeping loudly, his mouth was like a river, and his thinking was quick, and he was not lost to the shouter at all.

Qingchuan next to him frowned slightly, but did not leave his seat like Liu Jiangqing, and still sat there politely, becoming the only listener of Li Siyang's commentator.

The chairs in the conference room are now arranged around the long table in the middle to the big screen, and there are seven rows in total, with more than 20 chairs. Liu Jiangqing glanced at the chairs behind him, and found that Xiao Yuan sat in the right-side seat in the penultimate row at some point, with a look of no one else on his face, supporting his chin with his hand for a while, touching his nose for a while, his eyes never left the big screen, and his expression was solemn as if he was thinking about some major event.

Liu Jiangqing's heart moved, and she sat silently on the other side of the same row across the table, as if she had something to say to Xiao Yuan.

"Alas...... It's time to end, Zhou Ke can't hold it anymore. ”

Suddenly, Xiao Yuan stretched out a long waist and slowly spit out a concluding sentence.

"Well, he's slowed down, and it's only a matter of time before he wins." Liu Jiangqing glanced at the picture on the big screen, Heng Dao and one sword had already equaled the blood volume of the two of them, but Ying Hao's reaction was obviously not as good as just now. Between the words, he was hit by another move, and changed to Streamer Flying Snow, and was picked up by Heng Dao and flew into the air with a sword, killing a piece of blood red.

Hearing Liu Jiangqing's answer, Xiao Yuan turned his head and leaned on the table, looked at him with interest and asked, "Xiao Liu, do you think that Qianqian played a very different game today?" ”

"Nope." Liu Jiangqing replied against her will, and her body couldn't help but change her sitting posture, as if she was hiding her uneasiness.

In fact, for this game, Liu Jiangqing was no less surprised than anyone present, but he was afraid that the origin of this incident was related to himself, so he wanted to behave as calm as usual. However, it is precisely because he is too calm that he seems a little unusual, and his behavior is very eye-catching.

Xiao Yuan suddenly caught his uneasy move to move his sitting posture, and he also had seven or eight points of answer in his heart, so he asked: "I have seen the training records of Sissi on the simulated battle platform, are you designing additional training tasks?" ”

"Nope." Liu Jiangqing is still the answer just now.

"If it weren't for you, it should have been the passive slacking design." Xiao Yuan sighed softly and turned to look at the screen, "I know that Sissi has enough potential to improve her hand speed, but this simple way of pulling seedlings is not very good. Now it seems that she has enough advantages to play head-to-head confrontation, but this outburst is physically and mentally exhausted, which will have a serious impact on the subsequent 5v5. It's a pity to lose the chance of winning 5v5 just to fight for a game and Zhou Ke's 1V1. ”

Liu Jiangqing's heart sank, she shook her head after thinking for a moment, and said calmly: "I don't think this is the best way to lift the seedlings, but to lift her confinement." You would say this, just to prove that you don't know Lu Yunqian well enough. ”

"What's the explanation?" Xiao Yuan hurriedly asked.

Liu Jiangqing pulled up the chair, put the injured right hand on the conference table, and said with a solemn expression: "I have had many private discussions with Qianqian, and she reacts quickly, even if her hand speed has reached the professional level before she is trained by the team. But every time she operates, she will miss the best opportunity to shoot because of her inner infirmity, and many people are emphasizing to her to pay attention to tactics, and over time, she ignores the hand speed advantage she is best at, and instead spends a lot of energy learning tactics and team command. ”

"A person is not omnipotent, like Lu Daoheng, he is a great god, and there are too few geniuses who can bring others into great gods and are good at tactical command. Even Xiang Fei couldn't cultivate the entire Kazama laugh, so he could only choose the solo kill route. This extra training will indeed bring a burden to Sissi, but you don't see that her desperate look of fighting hard is a hundred times happier than when she commands, that is the real Lu Yunqian. ”