SIS is like a completely abandonment style of play, which makes everyone puzzled.

Knowing what his problems are and not changing his playing style and routine, it is not obvious that he has no confidence in himself, so he has given up on himself.

Offstage.

Ni Tiantian hugged the SIS light sign in her arms tightly, she originally wanted to hold the SIS light sign, but later she was afraid that she would be killed by Qiao Qiao, so after thinking about it, it was safer to hold the SIS light sign.

A few mythical fans next to him are discussing without hesitation.

"It's really laughing at me, I still see what I see on Weibo that SIS can beat myths, and I don't pee and look like myself."

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect the backstage of the new club to be quite strong, it's really a water army everywhere."

"A pheasant team that came out of nowhere, and still wants to compare with the old clubs, what do you rely on, your appearance?"

A girl trembled and said, "But I think they are really good-looking, I, I still like mythology the most." ”

"It's not necessarily natural, you see that their club is so rich, maybe they will be sent to South Korea before their debut."

Ni Tiantian: "......"

Speechless.

A group of foolish and brainless fans.

She hugged the light sign in her hand tightly, and looked nervously at the battle situation on the screen, although she was not proficient, she was also a half-ass, and she could barely understand it.

"Look, the girl is still holding the SIS sign."

Yes, I don't look for trouble, but things come to the door.

Ni Tiantian has an explosive temper, just like Qiao Weitang, although she is alone, she glares back without any intimidation,

"With whom do you fix that expression? I owe you a loan that's due or what? ”

The girl's face changed instantly, "Are you sick?" ”

Ni Tiantian can't do anything else, just talk about kung fu,

"Don't keep opening your mouth and closing your mouth, it's your father and your mother, why don't you go home and stay here if you are so filial, and you will harm people."

“……”

Manager Robb drank too much water and went to the toilet, when he heard the backstage staff running to the infield noisily.

"Come on, come on, the audience is fighting."

"What's going on? Two waves of fans fighting? ”

"No, a group of people fight one!"

"Don't let it get too big, get over it."

Rob couldn't help but sigh, "The fight on stage is in full swing, but I didn't expect this audience to be outdone." ”

He pushed open the door to the lounge, and Coach Potato was still staring nervously at the screen, staring intently.

Unexpectedly, the coach who is usually the most careless is now even more nervous than they are on the field.

"Potato, don't be so nervous, the gap is too big, it's not a shame to lose, and it's a point system, and the mentality is flat." Manager Robb sat down as he spoke.

"Not necessarily."

"Huh?"

Coach Potato continued to stare at the screen, "Not necessarily losing. ”

Rob glanced at the human head ratio on the screen, 2-8.

The myth has already taken eight heads, SIS is completely at a disadvantage, such a large number of heads headwind, it is difficult to pull it back, especially the professional players are operating at the limit, how can it be so easy to kill one.

"Don't just look at the surface, you look at the economy."

Coach Potato was not so nervous, and leaned back a little relaxed.

Manager Robb, who didn't know why, looked over.

Total Economy:

SIS：4.7W

Myth: 4.3W

Manager Rob exclaimed,

"Damn, the myth is obviously six heads more than us, why is the economy not as high as ours?!"