The King’s Moment

Zhang Chenghao's side sent a bunch of festive expressions. Zhou Mo was not in the mood. This schedule is by no means good news for him. Zhang Chenghao's Imperial Squad, judging from the results of the last two semesters, are both in the top eight teams, and are quite powerful teams. All five teammates came together in freshman year. The formation was stable and tacit, much better than a five-player team made up of any five Kings players.

Zhou Mo has participated in four inter-school leagues with Gao Song, to what extent he can basically play. You don't have to have a team like the dynasty with a set of tracks. It's just a bunch of players in the five kings position. Wave 7 is especially difficult to win. The teammates around them are basically even numbers, and often take up positions of excellence in foams and singing.

This semester wave 7 finally had more encounters, although new, but different from the average newcomer white. Whether the theory is solid, the game is fast, if you don't deliberately make yourself difficult, strength is already very trustworthy. Zhou Mo's heart was filled with anticipation as he continued to progress while participating in the competition. This is a mood he was in for two years of school and had never been in the Interschool League four times. The previous four competitions were all three even teammates, feeling their attitude of “casual play”. Zhou Mo was just waiting for the day of “inability to move”. To be honest, it was still quite a fire.

This time it was finally well, it was worth looking forward to, but the first round was about to meet the dynasty. That's the opponent Zhou Mo looks forward to defeating in the future, and it's a little too early to meet the firm.

The inter-school league is simple, but cruel. If you lose a game, it will be eliminated directly. The inter-school league will be irrelevant to them for the entire semester - although there are no particularly strict rules and regulations, you can't allow people to lose and then fight another team and then lose and change teams!

At the start of the tournament, he saw with his own eyes that the Wave 7 team and the Dynasty team did indeed break the last little fantasy of Zhou Mo's mind after the first encounter. He also expected that this was Zhang Hao Cheng's disgusting prank!

Ignoring the new news that kept jumping, Zhou Mo fell on the desk and was surrounded by despair. After a while, he picked up his phone and sent the opposing screenshots of the Wave 7 and Dynasty teams to the Wave 7 group, and then dropped his phone and stayed down.

The slump lasted until the end of the afternoon lesson. Next, we should go and meet and train with Ko Song. Zhou Mo finally sat upright and made himself look a little excited.

Though it's cool in my heart, this kind of negative emotional bubble feels like it can't be brought to my teammates. The opponent is strong enough that he feels completely ineffective, but that doesn't mean he'll just give up.

At the moment after the lesson bell rang, Zhou Mo ran up and walked out of the classroom with a big, righteous look.

It is not possible to lend their offices to them on a daily basis, and it is clear that the libraries, study rooms and other places are not suitable for them to play games in piles. As a hand trip, of course, anywhere and anytime there is a signal. But it's just so casual to stand on the side of the road and practise, and it doesn't seem like a ritual. Eventually, the Blue Mountain Cafe outside the North Gate became a training ground they often went to. The environment and coffee are very average, but the consumption is low, and most importantly, the WIFI signal is particularly good.

Weekly Tuesday Wave 7 trains here. The late end of the week foam class on this day is naturally the latest. Just out of the north door of the school, you can see what happened in the cafe window across the street and the high song sitting face to face in their usual seating position, two people holding their arms, one holding their cheeks, not looking at each other, one in the cold war. Just look at it like it's a couple of gambling couples.

Zhou Momoto wanted to know what it was like to know after the tournament, and when the phone wanted to see the group on the way, it turned out that the battery was dead. At this point, looking at both of them without expression, I could only remind myself to cheer up again and then walk to the cafe.

Smile!

Zhou Mo smiled and walked toward the position. The high song facing the door saw him first and said hello when he got high. When the other side realized, he turned his head and raised his hand to greet him.

“A latte, please, and a power bank for me.” Zhou Mo said to his waiter, looking very relaxed.

Looking at him, he smiled and sat down and asked, “Are you panicking? ”

“Panic? Panic for what?” Zhou Mo's acting was seriously inappropriate, and he was immediately stumbled in a high song and disguised in panic.

“Dynasty in the first round, don't you panic?” Gao said.

“What's the use of panic?” Zhou Mo said in passing.

“Just understand.” Gao said.

Zhou Mo looked at the two of them, but they still looked like they had no expression. Most of them have been like this since that day when they trained. There is nothing special about them today, so he can't see the minds of the two of them. Zhou Mo hurriedly took out his phone and shook it and said: “The battery is dead, I'll charge it first. ”

Quickly plug in the charging cable, turn it on immediately, and go into the WeChat group. He wants to see the conversation between the two of them and see how they react to the smoking dynasty.

Open the group and see a screenshot of the course you sent in. There are only two messages down there, one high song, and one encounter.

The high song said, "Oh.

How to say: Roger.

“That's it?” Zhou Mo spoke out.

They looked at him together.

“What's gone?” Ask the high song.

“The talk fee, the talk fee is gone...” Zhou Fo concealed.

“There's a network failure here today, no wifi, we have to use 4G.” Why did you say to Zhou Fo?

“Oh, oh." Zhou Mo answered casually and then saw where he was staring at his phone.

“Why?” Zhou Mo wondered.

“But you have nothing to say...” How can you say that?

“Oh, right away.” Zhou Mo hastily raised his phone and operated it in a fake manner, mainly because he couldn't see the phone interface. Isn't that poked through?

The high song across the street looked at him deeply and said nothing.

“How long have you been here?” Zhou Mo asked.

“For a while now.” How can you say that?

Zhou Mo looked sympathetically at the two of them. Without him, the atmosphere alone should be awkward enough to explode, right? Who knows the song goes on: “I've finished introducing the Dynasty Squad. ”

“I think their captain, Zhang Chenghao, will be our breakthrough.” What happened to the way to go.

“Give Luna to him, he'll definitely take it.” Gao said.

“Then we'll do some routines for Langdo.” Why not?

“Not only did he not get Blue, but he tried to crush Luna when he was weak in his early combat skills.” Gao said.

“So you need to get some heroes with more combat skills in the early stages.” How can you say that?

“I assisted in preparing to use Surrey, or the Eastern Emperor.” Gao said.

“The Eastern Emperor left at least a handful of restrictions on Luna, considering the possibility that we might not have a very sequential plan.” Why not?

“On the other side of the order, how is your Yang Qian doing now? If possible, choose to replace BAN and remove Zhou Mutong's Yang Qian.” Gao said.

“But with regard to this opening, I have a suggestion that we come up and change the line first. I'll go up and defend the road, and you go down and cooperate with the Blue Zone attack. What do you think?” What happened?

Then they looked at Zhou Fo together and waited for his answer.

“I just got in and haven't had coffee yet. Why don't... you two talk again?” Zhou Mo stunned.