The King’s Moment

The atmosphere in the small group was a little tense. Last night when Zhou Mo reported to the war results, she was counted down a few words by the high song, but it was totally her daily tone of puke and foam, and the atmosphere was fine. But on the morning of this last day, after Zhou Foam's performance continued to fail, the tone of the high song was really different, and the language was serious and harsh. Why do you recall carefully? Since he met these two people, there have indeed been countless high-pitched trough foams, but they have never been so serious. Gao Song obviously moved the real fire, before hip-hop had a few hip-hop breaks, but the atmosphere didn't dare to come out.

“My chances of winning are about enough, and losing a few games won't have much impact.” Zhou Mo is still trying to defend himself.

“Am I talking about your chances of winning? I'm talking about your attitude! When it comes to the sprint, it starts to loosen up, losing the chain at a critical time!” The high song scolded.

“Just say I lose the chain when it matters, what about you?” Zhou Fo rebutted.

Whoa!

Why did you stare at me and start to panic? In front of the unprecedented real fire of the high song, Zhou Mo even broke the wild resistance, this... this won't end, will it? I can't keep watching, I need to find a way to persuade you!

Why did you start your mind so wildly, and the response from this side of the high song has spilled back like ink: "Me? My record is going up! Even if I knew I had no hope, I would never be as relaxed as you! ”

“I... I was wrong.” Zhou Fo said.

I'll go…

Why a false alarm. He thought Zhou Mo had also been set ablaze by the fire, and confessed to one word of kung fu. But by the way, brother, it's not a question of attitude! This is obviously because you're too worried about the high songs to concentrate on the game, right? Can't you imagine that? Why are you wondering? You can't imagine being named after me.

“Why don't you say something?" ”Gorg Et him.

That's what you asked me to say! The letter of encounter is also a bite of the teeth, it is exempt, there is really some sympathy for the situation of Zhou foam worried about the high song to be sprayed.

“Brother, this is also worrying about you...” he said.

“Since when do I need him to worry!” Gao said.

Zhou Mo gave a helpless smile. This is completely irrefutable, since the two of them realized that now, is there a time for Gossip to worry about him? No, really.

So what happened down there was a cautious response: “At this moment? ”

“At this moment, is it helpful to worry?” Gao said.

“This emotional thing, rational, is unreasonable.” Why is it like talking about a circumvention password?

“You speak very well today???” What happened to the high song?

“Sister, let me say something!” Why are you so scared?

“Can't you see who you're talking to?” Gao said.

“I was wrong, brother-in-law, if you cheer up, there's no use worrying about your sister's condition, why don't we pray for her together.” How can you say that?

“Neither do you. You two focus on yourselves.” Gao said.

“I did a good job with that.” Why not?

“That's what I want you to tell him!” Gao said.

“Learn from me, brother.” Whenever there is an immediate conciliation.

“Okay, got it.” Zhou Fo said, his breath seemed faint.

“Didn't Teacher He tell us earlier that the first thing you need to learn to do when you play a profession is to face failure and get used to failing?” The tone of the high song also sounded a little calm at this time.

“Understood.” Zhou Fo said.

“Do it if you understand.” Gao said.

“I'm just not used to seeing you fail.” Zhou Mo said.

The group was silent again, the atmosphere changed again, just a few more different emotions. Why does he feel it would be more appropriate to leave the group at this time?

“Always get used to it, let's start now.” As a result, the silence of the high song did not last long and a reply was soon received.

“Okay.” replied Zhou Mo.

After that, Gao Song never replied. Why did he scratch this for half a day? He didn't leave the group, but he couldn't insert anything in this atmosphere. It seemed that any word would break a certain mood.

The lunch break was not long and the afternoon game was about to begin. In the studio of the tournament group, this whole afternoon is busy, and many people don't even care about eating.

In addition to continuing to collect contest data for this last day of contest, the Youth Training Group will pay extra attention to something that needs to be presented only on this last day.

Because of the game and purpose of the youth competition, the last day of the game actually smelled like crap time. The selection was 80 out of 300, and there was no ranking contest between them, and it was best to perform as good as the 80th, as it turned out, to continue the effort into the offline race. So by the end of the day, or the sixth day, or even a little less, some of the best, or the worst, players had locked their spots early. Their performance on both ends of the spectrum, even if the last day, two days or even three days were less positive, would not have a significant impact.

So there are some subtle changes in the mindset of many players at this point. A good fight may become less focused, a bad fight may also be intentional to start smashing the jar, of course there is no loss of heart, relaxed attitude to play super level.

This fluctuation in performance due to changes in mentality will not lead to deep excavation of each athlete by the Youth Training Group, but most notable players will come forward for analysis, which will also affect the final athlete's evaluation.

During the lunch break, through the statistics and observation of the morning and even the sixth day of the competition, a list has been sent to the hands of Mount Huahua, the most ups and downs in the final stage. To be honest, Mount Hua is a little afraid to look at this list, and he doesn't want some of the names he likes and expects to appear on it. Because in their experience, at this stage, it is relatively common to see a decline due to relaxation, and relaxation super-level counter-attacks are rare.

So when I got the list, Mount Hua didn't go to see the name for the first time, so I went to sweep the winning rate first.

The list of 22 players, sweeping roughly, has a more than 50% chance of winning, which is a little more solid in the heart of Mount Hua. He was just worried that the good players would lose points on this level, and as for the bad ones, the broken jars didn't bother him very much.

It was also with this concern that, after a rough sweep, his eyes immediately fell on the top of the high winning contenders, sweeping them into columns of winning data. These columns are the average for Days 1 to 5, and the first half of Days 6 and 7 respectively.

The first set of data makes Mount Hua regrettable.

The first five days of winning, 67.5 per cent, are not top notch, but they are also pretty good, and getting on the list of 80 players in the current period is not much of a problem.

Starting on the sixth day, the odds of winning have changed dramatically.

Sixth Day Win: 45%; Seventh Day Morning Win: 50%.

This drop, it's no big deal. For specific reasons, the tournament team will make a special arrangement for the players who will stand out in the final stages of this segment after today's tournament. Those who change poorly from difference will not go deeper into the analysis. But things like this, for better or for worse, will be studying his game performance specifically to draw conclusions. If determined to be a state of mind problem...

67.5% This odds level has not been superior enough to replace the players in this period!

Mount Hua thought, sighed down, looked left at the player's name.

Zhou Mo?

He doesn't have a very direct impression of the name, but he thinks it's rarely heard of.