The King’s Moment

“It's up to him.” He Liang did not show great anticipation and enthusiasm for the suggestions made by Yang Mengqi. Though he knew that whether Yang Mengqi set up the game himself or just used their Weichen team resources, it was a very rare opportunity. But after all, it depends on the will, and his brother doesn't want to make random decisions for his brother, especially when it comes to making decisions he doesn't think he's smart.

“All right, if you need anything, just say it.” Yang Mengqi replied.

“Thank you.” He Lianghui.

The conversation seemed to be over. He Liang turned around and was ready to go to work. After a few minutes, Yang Mengqi suddenly sent another message: “How are you? ”

“It's good.” He Liang is not busy at hand, not to mention it is a weekend, in theory it is his own break, talk about the freedom of WeChat or some.

“To be honest, when I first received your invitation, I thought you had new plans.” Yang Mengqi said.

“You think too much.” He Liang replied, feeling slightly bitter.

“Is this the exact number your brother uses?” Yang Monqi asked.

“Sort of.” He Liang said.

“But he's just been playing for over a month.” Yang Mengqi said.

He Liang looked at the news and knew that Yang Mengqi was reacting. It's been more than a month since the King was played, and of course it's not the "good wind fortunate" that used to be online every now and then. And these, Jan Monkey, seem to have noticed.

After he retired from service, he had little contact with his old friends in these professional circles, but the game still showed how they were doing. Especially for professional athletes, the state of the game can be said to be the state of their lives and careers. Fortunately, his wind has largely stopped since the day of his discharge, and these old friends have been watching and noticing his accidental onboarding. Will someone else come in silently to watch the game while he's at the station?

“I use it occasionally, too, with colleagues.” He Liang replied to Jan Monkey.

“Oh.”

Yang Mengqi, who usually talks the most, simply replied to this word.

“Work on it, talk to you later.” He Liang replied.

This time Yang Mengqi didn't even have a word, just returned a diligent and painstaking look. But he can guess as much as he wants to say without saying anything.

In the professional world, the most anticipated genius fought wild, and the end result was just a good score? The word "oh” in Yang Mengqi was a grievance and dissatisfaction for He Liang, but it was hard to say to stimulate him.

In fact, these moods, he Liang today can be very openly accepted. Even at this moment, when he suddenly reconnects with the past, it is not his regrets, but the current state of his old friends that he is more concerned about.

KPL competition has intensified this season. Yang Mengqi's Weichen team has not performed very well so far, and Yang Mengqi's age has not left him much time in his career. In order not to leave unfortunately, rest weekends may be used for training. But even so, seeing the invitation issued by his account, he still came to play a game for no reason, which was full of human flavors, he Liang realized clearly.

He Liang was about to put down his phone, but saw a message that had not yet been answered. How did it happen when he talked to Yang Mengqi?

“Am I disturbing them? A little embarrassed.” Why?

“Now that it's accepted, it shouldn't have much impact, don't worry about it.” He Liang replied so. In fact, he knows a lot about the habits of these players in the professional world. Matches or rankings in everyday games, they are as inaccessible as possible. After all, to this extent, the understanding and control of the game is already another side. Especially the holistic nature of the professional squad, which is the biggest difference between them and the average player. Too much rhythm and habitual contact in daily games can interfere with them. While no one can quantify precisely the extent of this impact, it is a strict requirement for one to avoid, if one is aware of its existence.

So even when private numbers go live, most of them are fighting with teammates, or friends in the professional world, to open a room for a dozen. So the pace of the professional grades has at least been maintained, but everyone is less ambitious and more relaxed.

“Oh, oh.” Why do you pay attention to KPL, but you don't know these private habits and details of professional athletes, and when you hear Ho Liang say that, you only get to know him. He didn't want to bother anybody, but he was just angry with Cai Ning. As a result, three professional players came to the Zhou Foam platform, but Zhou Fom did not make good use of it. Each of the three men was brilliant, but Zhou Mo was still his usual way of fighting. Problem is, the three of you just came up and hit the other side, defense? Pressure resistant, wired? Cheng Bingjin in this situation doesn't need to do his usual work anymore. He can follow the waves much better than what Zhou Foo finally got.

As a result, he finally came up with a data that had nothing to do with the output and nothing to hurt KDA, and it was even more obvious to lie down and win. Cai Ning said Zhou Mo can win all because Zhou Mo's teammates are strong enough. Frankly, you want to answer him everywhere: You're right. He really seemed to know how to hit him if he was singing.

“What did your brother say?” None of this bothered Zhou Foam. At this time, as at any other time, I wondered if it disturbed the great gods.

“Nothing, my brother said that since it was accepted, it shouldn't have had any effect.” How come?

“Can we invite them often?” Zhou Mo's eyes shine.

“Invite them and let you lie down again?” Why didn't you say so?

Zhou Mo scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: “How can that be... it's just this round, with them here, winning Cai Ning doesn't mean anything? Who is eligible to be the main player in the Academy of Information Sciences? I'll let him know at the pageant in our Academy! ”

At the end of the day, even the reflection of the glasses seemed to be much sharper as soon as Zhou Mo swept the look of Weino most of the day.

Why did you get stunned for a while before you realized that Zhou Mo wasn't having a hard time seeing the idol? It was a pleasure for him to compete with Yang Mengqi and others, not something to show off. For games, he has his own stubbornness, and here he is stubborn.

“Well...” he nodded somewhat ashamed, still slightly despising the foam.

Zhou Mo didn't hear what he had to say. He just answered a phone call and said that without two words, he had already shouted with both eyes: “Do you know who I played with today? ”