The King’s Moment

This afternoon, the three of us only finished two classes, and the team training was done early. When we arrived at the cafeteria, it was a meal, and it was very lively. But the atmosphere is much cooler than yesterday's cafeteria, where nobody talks.

Zhou Mo was a little anxious, and felt that this was not a long-term plan. But he really doesn't know the scene of Zhang Luo, and he can read it with his eyes closed. Finally, without waiting for him to come up with a way, he had finished eating on this side and stood up with a plate.

“I'll go first.” He said.

“Don't be late tomorrow.” Gao said.

“Hmm.” Then nodded to Zhou Foam and left.

The next afternoon, after class, the high song didn't show up outside their classroom. When they didn't realize it, they noticed it first.

“Why didn't you come to see me today?” A lot of people frowned and asked him. Because of my colleagues, we all basically know the high song, and some students who play the King's Glory heard about the fame of this sister in the King's Circle in the school. At this time, they all thought that this was kicked out of the team, and someone had come together to prepare for comfort.

“I'm familiar with it, no one leads the way.” Why did you answer that way and let everyone stand still?

“Let's go first.” After greeting his classmates, why did he leave? He left a few of the Kings' classmates to face each other together.

“How is it different from legendary? ”

“It's been over ten days...”

Two of them joined the King's Glory Society, and the legends of the high songs heard from there were even more horrifying. They darkly bet to see how long it would take to pull out of the Wave 7 squad, and the vast majority of the data they got from their predecessors fell within a week. Those who can last more than a week are basically drunk, not drunk, but persisted with other attempts. But in the end, it will be blown away by a song, and the end will be the same.

A couple of people scratched their heads and couldn't think of a single one, so in the end, both of the Kings packed their things.

“Let's go.” The two said.

“To where?” The remaining few asked casually, because of the kings' relationship, several of them are now closer together.

“The inter-school league is about to start, and our newcomers are going to help. Let's go.” They left, talking.

“Eh, why don't we put together a team to compete?” One of the others suddenly came and said with joy.

“Let's just forget about it, shall we?” Someone said immediately. Their games are basically together, knowing each other's roots. Still in the five rows of gold and platinum struggle, saying that forming a squad sounds like a joke.

“Then what happened? Why didn't you all go?” It's also very clear what happened to that person, and where that person came from.

“He doesn't have a high singer sister they carry.” Someone said.

“What kind of flowers can you make with him dragging his legs back? It's actually just fun! ”

“Just go, I don't care. ”

“Then go. ”

“Where'd you sign up? ”

“Ask Zhang Lisong and they'll know.” One person said to take out his cell phone.

If they are set up as they please, how many teams play as they please in the Interschool League every semester. Most of it is what they call a state of mind: it doesn't matter, just play around.

However, there are a number of players who seriously want to make some good results, and players in these teams are more powerful, at least they will be more confident than the Kings. Dongjiang University has quite a few teams with such attempts. This semester is a new school year, with old students leaving, new students entering school, and many teams facing old and new alternations. Gao and Zhou Mo, as old students of the third grade, knew all about the strong teams in the school, saw the competition approaching, were talking about the changes in each team, and Schrödinger's cat was hiding in a team when the door came in.

“Coming.” Zhou Mo maintains his constant enthusiasm for what happened. He cherishes this hard-won teammate.

“Hmm.” Why nodded. The three are not in the same class and the curriculum is not consistent. When the timetable is inconsistent, the last arrival will prevail, and today more classes are encountered than ever before.

“Schrödinger's cat didn't show up in the neighborhood at the same time last night.” Why come in and sit down and say.

“You remember!” Zhou Mo was a little excited, to be honest, he worried about the night yesterday, wondering if the awkwardness between what happened and the high song would lead to what happened to him leaving the team. But you can see why you still care about the members of the team, naturally you don't want to go.

“Sure, why?” Why confusion.

“Nothing. We're also asking if the teams have strong people on their side, and we haven't heard of this ID yet.” Zhou Fo said.

“Hope we meet again.” The phone has turned on the game.

“In." The other singer said a word, and her game was open, and the matching rooms were open, inviting Zhou Foo and what happened.

“Here we go?” Zhou Mo looked at the two of them and didn't know what to say. He had to get into the game and the game started immediately.

Familiar atmosphere, familiar rhythm.

Why do we continue the direct communication with Gao Song about things like yesterday, without half a word of extra crap? This attitude also radiates to Zhou Foam, who is ruthless to point out what is wrong with Zhou Foam.

The practice week foam of the day was spent again in awe. Today's battle is not going very well, losing more and winning less. The problem of losing is inevitably more, two people pointed each other out for a while. At the end of the day, when the eyes turned together, Zhou Foam closed his eyes - it should always come, just make the storm harder!

“Cousin Zhou Mo was a little too conservative today. ”

When they saw Zhou Mo like this, they didn't want to let him go, so they started without courtesy. First look in the big direction, then start with the details one by one. Zhou Mo was only accepting of “Mmm-hmm” but gradually couldn't help but start to insert a few sentences, sometimes explaining his thinking, sometimes disagreeing with the two, in short, exchanges and discussions. After the conversation, Zhou Fo discovered that he was really eager to try another round and put everything he had just talked about into action.

Instead of waiting for him to propose, the two of them stood up together.

“That's it for today.” Gao said.

“Go eat.” How can you say that?

The two men stepped out of the meteor, but Zhou Mo was still in a trance, and the room was stunned for another half hour, which helplessly followed.

The next few days were basically spent in this atmosphere. Without a previous mix of energy, the focus on the game has increased. After practicing each other every day, the foam is no longer left to dispose of, and he begins to argue and begin to argue, and he finds that in the process he can exchange ideas and ideas between the two sides, giving him a sense of stripping and bone-changing progress.

This is real training!

Zhou Mo was a little excited and felt that they had finally found the right pace of training. As for the relationship between the encounter and the high song, they didn't feel anything wrong with the way they came down for a few days anyway, and Zhou Mo didn't worry about it. It's a pity Schrödinger's cats didn't find them. There is no such name in the ID of the newcomer that can be heard from Gao and Zhou Mo. In the time that Schrödinger's cat was met, Schrödinger's cat was seen twice in the neighborhood, but both were still in the game, unable to form exchanges.

Another week went by. Registration for the Interschool League ended just this past week. The schedule is easy to generate and is automatically generated when all teams are recorded on your computer. Due to the large number of teams, scheduling and lack of manpower, the system is single-elimination, and winning and losing in one round can be said to be very efficient.

Teams who play as they please don't care much about the games and are mostly involved anyway.

The team was not so relaxed, and the day of the announcement was waiting for news from the Kings. Due to the special size of the team, the bulletin board is not sticky and can only be posted online. Zhou Mo has been painting the public account of the King's Society of Dongjiang University since the day he opened his eyes. Finally, he waited until noon for the announcement of the tournament. Without waiting to go in and check out the wave 7, a private message came from Zhang Chenghao, seven big words: hahahahahahahahaha!

Zhou Mo stunned and had a hunch. Zhang Seung-ho over there also looked impatient, and immediately came back with another screenshot, which was part of the schedule, in the middle of the position, with the names of the two teams in the first round against each other: Wave 7 Team VS Dynasty Team.