The King’s Moment

Zhou Mo was helpless.

Sober and rational high songs are like purifying, exonerating all kinds of soup, comforting and encouraging such things she rarely does, and rarely accepts, Zhou Mo can only end up stunned.

Ever since he was a kid, he had been cared for by Gao Song. He wanted to have a chance to take care of Gao Song, but the difficulties encountered by Gao Song always made him weak. This was the case when Dongjiang University formed the Wave 7 team, and now the youth training competition encounters difficulties again. When the formation of the Wave 7 team did not go smoothly, he could at least be the only companion to the high song, but at the moment, he had a good 67.5% chance of winning, but could not contribute even 1% to the high song, he could only stand aside and hurry.

“Sister, what do you mean by the way you look?” Why is this happening in gossip?

“Still to be verified.” Gao said.

“Oh.” Why didn't you ask?

“What do you think my problems are?” Gao said.

“Is that what Zhou Jin said the other day?” How can you say that?

“Didn't you feel that before he said it?” High song asks.

“To be honest, there is no particularly obvious feeling. Perhaps we have fought more together, have found ways and rhythms to adapt to each other, and the authorities are a little obsessed.” How can you say that?

“Yeah, we played too much together.” Gao said.

“Yes, starting with my formal contact with the game, ah no, starting with my hasty first contact with the game, is with you and your brother.” Why not?

“Hmm.” The high song just responded and didn't seem to mean to continue the deep conversation. But from this “um” word, he felt that the high song was thinking about something, and he didn't speak any more, and this “um” word alone ended the conversation this evening.

After dinner, the preparations for the next day's competition began. As his understanding of the players deepened, his readiness grew. Especially after two days of adding a lot of player friends, even communication became much faster after repeated encounters. Heartfelt players have noticed why the game won all in two days. has begun to ask where this is sacred. And the players who have met squadron mates for two days, in exchange, also testify to the feeling of how to compete together, and at the end of the day, the general feeling is two words: smooth.

The overall course of the game was smooth, with occasional slight disadvantages at the beginning and always a quick return to the rhythm, followed by a draining victory once the rhythm was in their hands. That feeling...

“Like a motorcade.” The player summed up the mountain in a moment and spoke to everyone. He was also extremely pleased with his metaphor and immediately opened a window of private conversation with him.

“Do you have my parking space tomorrow? ”

When he was busy, he suddenly received a message that the middle-run player who had cooperated in one inning did not know the mountain, but said something that made him very unknown.

“What parking space?” Why did you come back?

“Everyone's saying now that you're on the team at the youth competition.” I don't know what the mountain said.

“Hahaha, where do we start?” Why did the chat form be modest and hurriedly hit a group of 300 warriors to look and see nothing about him.

“Two days of racing, no losing, this isn't a division. What is it?” I don't know the mountain, "he said.

“I can't believe I took a leave of absence.” Why not?

“So let me ask you, does tomorrow's car have my spot?” I don't know what Mountain said.

“This…”

“Don't you have a schedule?” I don't know what Mountain said.

“Yes, but the problem is... tomorrow we are opponents.” How can you say that?

Then there was the silence for a long time, when the mountain suddenly sent another message when it thought it was no longer ready to speak.

“How did you ask for leave? Is there a punishment?” I don't know what Mountain Ask.

“Are you serious?” What happened to Waterfall Khan.

“Isn't it too obvious?” I don't know the mountain question.

“I don't know.” Why keep sweating. He didn't expect the reward to come so quickly, he just refused to join Liu Liu team on leave today, and soon someone will want to use this technique against himself. I have to say, it's scary what happened to this hand. From the point of view of his own day off, the team's response was to find a replacement for the player in the right position to ensure that the game went smoothly, assuming that there were no other players in that position, he would not know what would happen.

In short, if someone takes time off, the match will be played as much as possible, but at this point the adversary lineup is likely to change. This is, of course, extremely detrimental to targeted thinking and deployment. And this is just one person on leave, but who can be sure that only one person will come up with such a move? If two people across the hall take leave and three take leave, wouldn't the temporary adjustment be a team that is completely non-existent from what they are prepared to target?

That should not be the case.

This kind of leave really needs to happen frequently, the purpose is obvious, the team will notice, it should prevent this shameful way of avoiding the game!

Why ignore this tactic, which you have taken the lead in, has been greatly condemned in your heart. I don't know why Mountain said “I don't know” and then didn't squeak any more. Do you really want to do this trick, so I can pinch the sweat in my heart.

Do you want to see who the alternate will be if he takes time off?

He's not the only one who can handle the schedule. You can actually count which players are not rotated in the same round, so you can see who can rotate if one single player is unable to enter.

But... assuming you're sitting in a row in a rotating seat, do you still think about each and then communicate with your teammates again? When you think about it, why did you abandon this impractical and proactive initiative and put your hopes in the club to preside over justice and detect these people's conspiracy to evade the war?

The other athletes, not knowing why he had been the first to use the big leave method, panicked himself and were discussing the strange player who had made the youth race into a division.

“The temporarily assembled teammate should be a commanding player with a strong sense of the big picture and rhythm. ”

Someone in a small group sums up what happened.

“I've been on his team, talk a lot, arrange it for you everywhere.” Someone should.

“The rhythm is indeed well arranged and will basically take advantage of it and roll quickly. ”

“This is really the same as getting on the train division...”

“Brother Xu, what do you think? You must have fought him too?” Someone named, Eight arrived, is the most senior professional player in this youth competition: Xu Zhoutong. This group, like Xu Zhou Tong, is a former professional player who is temporarily unaccounted for; or the rookies of such teams as Light Wind and Yang Qi, in short, are already linked to the professional level, such a small group was established at the beginning of the youth training competition. They are different from other players in their eyes. They are already in the professional circle and taking part in the youth competition is just a way to get to the KPL threshold. Their strength and pattern are long before others, and their struggle with each other will be the highest level of this youth competition.

But now, the highest level is discussing the victory of one “other”, one that none of them, more powerful or more powerful, can achieve. And that, it is highly likely, will continue to expand his battle.