The King’s Moment

Youth training competitions are just a dial-up mechanism, not a real event in pursuit of rank. So there is no point ranking either, the scoring system used in the competition group is internal and will not be published directly to the public. So theoretically, only they know how much a player wins every day.

Why do the three people have some communication after each day? In the first two days, the weekly foam won a lot, the high song didn't go so smoothly, but finally, what else did the mattress encounter? But today, when a foreign army burst out, it won by a wave, let alone a small group of three, no one in the entire 300 warriors can do better than him. In this way, Gorgon became the worst of the three people. At this time, care can easily be inserted into the knife. After not daring to ask a good question, the group suddenly calmed down.

End of topic?

He also held the phone and other people's high song and guarded it for a while, and found that no one had ever put up another sentence, so he couldn't help but say something. Whatever happened to Yoo Yoo Yoo adding friends everywhere, or when all wins today, how do you think the topic started? How come they're both gone all of a sudden? Especially when all wins such a proud battle, the high song estimates that they can keep blowing without shouting for a pause. What's wrong with you today, you're so convergent?

“Where are the people?” Gossip asked in a small group.

“Yes, yes, yes.” When I saw Gao Song speak voluntarily, why did he hasten to respond?

“How was your day?” Why didn't you dare ask? Zhou Mo asked directly. The same question, even if the style of the text, can come out of Zhou Fo, why do you feel that there is a very sincere concern, there is no threat of insertion at all.

“Still not good.” Gao said.

Why did you notice the word "or” used in the high song? Since the first day, Gao has been dissatisfied with her performance. Today is the third day, after dozens of games, it is clear that she has not been able to solve the problem effectively.

“Do you have a video of the contest? Do you want to take a look at the analysis?” Why say it?

“Oh, don't bother, I got it in my heart.” Gao said.

“All right then.” Seeing Gao say that, it's not good to insist on anything. Then Zhou Mo said a few words of chicken soup style encouragement, and got a more indifferent response from the high song.

“Why don't you tell me all about your victories?” Gao is concerned about him instead.

“Accidents, accidents…” he said.

“One more wave tomorrow would be no surprise.” Zhou Fo said.

“Too hard, too hard.” Why not?

“Have you met any good people today?” Zhou Mo asked.

“There are still some…” The desire for sharing has finally been activated, and it starts rambling from the first impressive game of the morning. Zhou Mo couldn't help but express his astonishment, it was an excellent tribute, and the high song inserted a sentence or two from time to time, but gradually, her mind was nowhere near the details of the game.

She was somewhat envious of what happened.

In the first two days, what happened was not as good as her. Although she showed some frustration in the small group, there was no panic in the conversation. Although regretting the poor performance of the previous two days, she appeared to be bamboo in her chest, feeling like waiting for a moment.

And then, today, the third day of the game, he seemed to be waiting for the right time, and then he took one and won it all.

Twenty games, all wins!

Any king honor player should know how difficult this is. Especially since they are still playing a very high level of youth training, the high songs here feel very difficult every time they win. What's harder is that she doesn't know where her chances are, even though it's a bad start. And her?

The high song sighed slightly and threw the phone aside, looking up at the big poster on the wall behind the desk.

This is a poster of Zhuge Liang, a magician hero in the king's glory. Zhuge Liang held a mechanical feather fan in the painting and waved it in a starry sky. He surrounded himself with a slight engraving. Behind him was a series of shadows, the direction of the feather fan shook gently. A eastern wind burst out, while the other hand gathered a metal air bomb.

The hero's skill competition in the game is presented in this painting, making Zhuge Liang more heroic, and the only thing he has to conquer is the starry sky in front of him.

Gao likes this hero and the way he shows up against the backdrop of the stars. With the same confidence and courage, she embarked on the path of a professional player, which resulted in a slight setback, and in just three days she found that the gap between ideal and reality was greater than she thought.

She was never afraid of failure, but what frustrated her now was the kind of powerlessness she felt from failure.

She saved every game these days, especially if she failed, and she went to a serious replica. She declined to come along to analyze the game because she knew what her problem was on the first replica. Because someone has already told her.

Zhoujin, he once said that the songs were not played correctly by Zhuge Liang.

Gao was listening, and he was very clever, and he didn't just get to know Zhuge Liang as a hero. What she learned from Zhoujin's understanding of Zhuge Liang's hero was the professional athlete's understanding of and need for this position alone.

She was about to break into a professional circle, and of course the demands on herself could not be just about how to win a ranking match or a peak match.

She tries to fix herself, but finds herself a little overwhelmed in the threshold of her career as a youth contender. She tried to correct the way she did, and she didn't take advantage of it, and her usual squatting routine, as Zhoujin had judged, was probably not going to squat anybody.

This makes Gog feel like he's in a position to go back and forth into the Valley. It is true that this higher level of competition can no longer be dealt with in its own customary way, but further amendments can be achieved without its own subjective ideas. Why does she even feel herself nurturing this relatively passive squatting? It's not that she subjectively doesn't know how to hit the middle road to get the most out of the team, but that she doesn't get the best results, so over time, it's the way she's most used to now.

So, I actually touched the bottleneck a long time ago, so I retreated for a second improvement?

When I think about it, I can't help but be scared.

Because she really knows herself, and when she encounters bottlenecks, she retreats and begs for a second, which is not her personality.

She will be saved by such a curve, which must have left her helpless and helpless. It is a situation in which she has worked for a long time, but still has no choice but to change.

This condition is not called bottleneck.

This condition is called the ceiling.

Have you… reached the upper limit of your ability?

Looking at the starry sky that Zhuge brightened his foot on, the high song was extremely painful.