The eSports King’s Crush

  Chapter 1613 Team Weakness

"Fuck, Hua Xiaoyi, old K is so cruel, how do you black flames live normally, not to mention what qualities to be proud of using tricks? He still has a really beautiful look on his face! "

  Mao Mao Xiong really doesn't want to be dragged down by this guy. After all, the boss’s scheming, he is learning every day, but as a friend, he still reminds a little: “Shut up and record it.”

   Huang Mao coughed and sat up straight.

Feng Nai didn’t even look at this side, as if talking about something irrelevant: “The psychoanalysis of the contestants and their ability to withstand stress must be understood from the details of life. The video recording is for the psychologist. Know everyone’s situation better."

  "Someone thinks it's wrong, you can go to the psychiatrist."

  "But one thing, during this time in Milan, it's best for everyone to keep their bottom line and don't mess up."

  At the last sentence.

  His eyes fell on Suy.

The look in   's eyes is cold without the slightest temperature.

   Suy's eyes were still rolling, his back suddenly cold, and his thoughts were closed again.

  The car is quiet, everyone is resting, as if what just happened hasn’t happened.

  As a team coach, Zhao Sanpang’s face didn’t say so.

  He looked at the young face of this car and thought a lot in his heart.

  Clearly wears the same uniform, but it is different from that time.

  Zhao Sanpang lowered his head and drew a cigarette, his expression a bit ruthless.

  I didn’t come before. I just heard about it, and I can think of the situation of facial paralysis.

  It's really here, and it feels different.

  The people in the car all saw anger on his face.

  Some players finally understood how to converge, and got to the front when they got off the car.

   "Fat, I will help you get it."

  Zhao Sanpang took the bag: "No, your hands are the most delicate now."

As he said, he greeted the back: "You don't need to take things. Enter the door and report the name and get the room card. Single room." When he said this, he paused without hinting, and looked directly at Feng Nai: "Don't cross the room with each other. , Talk to the training room with questions."

  Feng Nai hooked her thin lips and declined to comment.

  Zhao Sanpang clapped his hands: "Everyone, three hours later, there will be a meeting in the training room."

"Yes."

  The players just arrived and all need to rest.

  After all, long-distance flight and jet lag are indeed painful, but the fatal problems that exist in the team before the game has started, so that Zhao Sanpang can't feel at ease.

   "What's wrong with Fat God? I've been sullen since just now."

   "I don't know, ah, I'm exhausted, let's go upstairs first."

"it is good."

  The war is about to start. What is the most terrifying thing is that the enemy may have known your weakness for a long time, but you have not noticed it at all.

  Among this group of players, how many players can actually play the game, Zhao Sanpang has no bottom.

  On the contrary, it was the H country team, with confidence.

  In the black business car, there is such a conversation.

   "Presumably you can see it too, the problem of the Huaxia team."

   "Yes, we have thought about it too much. They can't make it to the top ten at all, let alone playing in the finals. Bey can't play a big role."

  "Are you guys, you still need teammates."

  After saying this, the manager of the H country team smiled.

  No one noticed in the lobby of the hotel. Before Mo Bei went upstairs, he glanced at Zhao Sanpang’s back. His eyes were dark and shallow, like an impenetrable night sea...

  (End of this chapter)