The King’s Moment

Anyway, Mom and Dad finally passed this level. But what made him happier was that he clearly recognized the attitude of his parents, which made his mood easier.

Victory, championship, of course, is important to professional players, but not at all to the parents of professional players, at least to their brothers. So my brother used to try so hard to win and win to tell his parents that it was good, don't worry, it was wrong. Mom and Dad don't need him to prove anything, they just need to see you good enough.

Winning and losing is important for pro players.

But for Ho Liang and Ho's parents, they would rather their son had no such ambition. Because winning and losing in the professional world is so naked, winning and losing is too much and too much to bear.

But I can handle it myself!

When you learn about your parents' hearts, you become more confident than just relaxed. He quickly shared what his family had agreed to with two small partners who were going to create a career.

“Oh.” The song was bland, after all, she didn't even think of it as a problem.

“So soon.” Zhou Mo was very envious. Although he had a great deal to sing about, after all, it was a big deal in his life. Could Mom and Dad please pass it through his heart?

“What did you say?” Zhou Mo actively learns from experience.

“Because my parents knew the industry pretty well before my brother, they mainly felt that the competition in the professional world was too intense and cruel, so they didn't really want us to invest.” Why not?

“That's good.” It did not seem to care about the high song, and I replied coldly.

“It's good. So I thought it would be nice for them to see me, to be happy, so they wouldn't have to worry anymore.” How can you say that?

“Is that so? @ Gosing do you think my parents would think that?” Zhou Mo turned around and Et his old friend.

“Is that your parents or my parents?” High song rehearsal.

“I don't think they know much.” Zhou Fo said.

“I agree.” Gao said.

“Then I think I'll have to step by step. Though Teacher He said it would be difficult to play the game without handling it properly beforehand, I think I should be okay.” Zhou Fo said.

“That's right, you have no pressure to drag mud with water.” Gao said.

“That's right, I'm not like you.” Instead of objecting, Zhou Mo instead endorsed the claim of the high song.

They fought each other a few more sentences. Why did they look silent? The situation varies from person to person, naturally in different ways, and there is no need to impose the same formula. Gao is far more familiar with Zhou Fo and his family than he is with him. Neither does Zhou Fo think it would be inappropriate to take a step like this, nor does he naturally need his advice.

Drop your phone and see your brother He Liang just came out of the bathroom after washing. Why did he get a victorious gesture against him?

He Liang smiled.

He knew what was going on would not be forcibly stopped by his parents, just hoping that they would have a benign communication. He heard all the conversations at the table, and he was emotional. My brother is much more mature than he was. There's probably really no need to worry too much about having such a mature mind to go into the profession.

“Time to sign up!” Why are you hesitating to say something to Ho Liang?

“Not yet.” He Liang said.

“Ah?”

“Do you know exactly where you're going to hit?” He Liang asked.

“Ah… this…” Why do you get headaches at all times?

He doesn't really know where to define himself right now. During the rush to the summit, he was trained as a full-fledged alternate master, and his favorite was to grab a hero in the front row, drop himself on the fifth floor, and then make the most appropriate choice after a thorough reading of the two sides' line-up, which turned out pretty well in action. Especially in high segments, the players' technology gap is getting smaller and smaller, and the impact of the formation becomes greater. Choosing your best hero is not always as comfortable as choosing the best one. What happened to Gandang Patch was to try out the sweet spot of this excellent choice, so that he can't really tell where he is right now, including the auxiliary seats he's been focusing on.

“Just fill in the all-powerful bit, okay?” Why not?

“Previously in the youth competition, there was no shortage of such confident masters, and the final results were not very good. Professional circles also don't advocate athletes like Magnolia, who want to focus on a position.” He Liang said.

“Then I'm still...” Why do you want to say or choose your auxiliary position when you go out, but it's interrupted quickly by He Liang's voice: “But I think you can try it. ”

Ah?

“The all-powerful patch, you might be able to do well.” He Liang said.

“Brother, you think so? ”

“Because you must be a contestant by consciousness, not by manipulation.” He Liang said.

“Brother, what are you implying?” Why the muddled voices?

“You know that yourself, don't you? You see, which of these heroes do you have more in mind right now?” He Liang said.

“Isn't that because my operation needs to be improved?” Why not?

“The problem is that it is no longer necessary and you have now found the right direction for you. The operation is just a means, neither a quick nor a show is an end, the purpose is to carry out the intent you want to achieve, do you think your current operation is not enough?” He Liang said.

“Sometimes. A little bit...” he said.

“Is that a missed action, or is your reaction missed?” He Liang said.

When I suddenly remembered Zhoujin's comment on him last night, what he said was that he needed to react faster and didn't mention the word "operation" at all.

“Understood.” Why nodded.

He Liangxiao.

“So now it's time to sign up?” How can you say that?

“Come on.” He Liang said nothing more.

“Let's go!” Why suddenly get up and look like a master expedition.

“Why don't you take the bowl after dinner!” The restaurant sends a reprimand from Ho Ma.

“Coming, coming.” Why rush all the way there, pack up the chopsticks, and actively grab the wash? He Ma didn't know what he was thinking, so she gave him this opportunity to dedicate herself, standing beside him and directing him. When she met her hands and feet, she strived for perfection. After washing the dishes and washing the chopsticks, she wiped the kitchen table all over again. When she turned around, she invited her kung fu, but saw that she had returned to the restaurant to greet her eldest son for breakfast.

“Mom, I'm done.” Why did you walk out of the kitchen and say.

“Don't wash your hands first, and your brother's.” He Ma said.

“Oh.” Why didn't you dare object, looked at Ho Liang's meal schedule, just had a few bites of porridge, half a slice of fried buns, and still hasn't moved the fried eggs, eh, how come there's a small plate of sauced beef? I didn't eat it myself before!

“What's going on here?” Why are you asking?

He replied that his mother looked at his eldest son's compassionate eyes and that He Liang pinched a piece of beef and sent it to his mouth comfortably.

“Really? Just a profession. Did you pick it up?” What happened was grievance.