On the same day, the game ended.

The crowd did not return to the base immediately, but under the leadership of Abu, they came to a hot pot restaurant to open.

At the dinner table, Chen Lang basically brushed the beef with his head bored, only eating and not talking.

It's not that he pretends to be cold, it's that he can't answer, or he doesn't know how to respond to them.

"Come, Brother Lang, I'll toast you."

The junior brother held a can of Wangzi milk and raised it boldly and shouted.

“……”

Not again!

Chen Lang picked up a can of beer, and after taking a sip, he blocked his ears.

"Brother Lang, when will you teach me?"

"How did you do those god-level predictions, and how to improve your hand speed and awareness."

"Huh...... Don't ignore me! We are all good brothers, let's make progress together. ”

……

Probably tired of talking, he took another sip and prepared to continue asking.

The factory director couldn't help laughing and stretched out his hand to stop: "Don't ask, it's a talent problem, and it has nothing to do with training." ”

The junior brother immediately shook his head and said, "Impossible, Brother Lang must have his own secret training method." Didn't I hear the coach say last time that there was a lot of toilet paper next to Brother Lang's bed? ”

"Ahem!"

Abu clenched his fists and coughed lightly.

"I said the coach ......"

Chen Lang turned his head and looked at Abu with a look of resentment.

Say yes, don't talk nonsense.

Is the most basic trust in being a human being gone?

Abu sneered: "Don't mention this, it's all in the past." In other words, Xiaolang, your consciousness is really good, especially in terms of operation, which is one of your strengths, and you must continue to maintain it. ”

He really didn't talk nonsense, and as a coach, he wasn't blind. After observing for so long, he also found that Chen Lang maintained a lot of low-end habits.

This has to be changed in the average person, and these habits are fatal.

But when it comes to Chen Lang, it can always play an unexpected role. He even suspected that Chen Lang was pretending.

Deliberately use this game habit to confuse the opponent, wait for the opponent to be fooled, and then show the true strength to kill the opponent.

This is a good player who plays games with his brain and has excellent strength.

Hearing that the coach also began to blow, Chen Lang was even more speechless.

That's why he didn't want to talk, because from the moment he sat down, his teammates, including the coach, kept complimenting him.

Rainbow farts are released one after another, and he is almost vomiting.

Although everyone likes to be praised, if there is no goods in the stomach, it will be unstable!

He himself was also helpless, with a total of three games, six appearances, and five MVPs.

It is said that there are only three things, and he now doubts whether he will be able to win the MVP again in the next game, and then it will be six times.

That's really six.

"Tsk, I didn't expect Brother Lang's reputation to be so loud now, and some people actually sang the opposite."

Meiko couldn't help but scream as if she had seen something surprising.

When they heard this, they all gathered around.

Now Chen Lang's reputation in the team can be said to be second only to the factory director, and in these few games, countless iron fans have been harvested.

The "Black Iron Group" has now been organized on the Internet, which is full of Chen Lang fans, most of whom are Zu'an.

In this case, someone on the Internet dared to say bad things about Chen Lang, and he had to be denied by his own mother.

Hearing the hot comments about himself, Chen Lang also walked over curiously.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, but you are shocked when you look at it.

Boy!

That's the truth!

The title of the post is "Stop blowing Chen Lang, it's a luck player." 》

It was posted by a netizen with an ID named "Fifty Years of Black Iron".

This post is text and images, and it also contains a lot of first-time replays of the game. The other party is from the perspective of Lao Heitie, analyzing his operation in all aspects.

To sum it up, in one sentence, the so-called EDG genius is a black iron level garbage. It's just a matter of luck that I won the game.

"This person really dares to say that Brother Lang is the garbage of black iron."

The junior brothers looked stupid, stretched out their hands and swiped down, and immediately smiled: "I knew that the Black Iron Regiment was infested." ”

I saw the comments at the bottom of the post, all of which were rebuttals.

Especially those netizens who have deliberately changed their IDs and have the prefix "Black Iron Group", all kinds of mouths are fragrant, and they have everything.

Chen Lang saw that the landlord was scolded like this, and he couldn't help praying for him in his heart.

Thank you brother, although you are telling the truth, but they don't believe it, and I can't help it.

Ding dong!

The phone on the table rang.

Chen Lang returned to his seat and picked it up to take a look.

How is she?

This is a message from the beautiful host, Nara.

[Did you see my post, let you play me last time!] I'm just going to squirt you, huh. 】

Well, I take back that sentence from earlier.

Chen Lang knew about it, and after doing it for a long time, she sent this post again.

I praised him as a flower in a post before, and now I have a grudge against him again.

Forehead...... Although to tell the truth, it is not black.

Chen Lang smiled lightly and began to type in reply.

[You haven't read the content at the bottom of the post, I suggest you take a second look.] 】

After the message was silent for two minutes, the other party replied with a string of ellipses and stopped talking.

Chen Lang couldn't help laughing, it can be imagined that this beauty looked deflated.

With such a small episode, Chen Lang's mood also relaxed a lot.

With the end of the meal, everyone flew back to the base the next day.

After these regular season games, this month's schedule is also complete, and the next game is next month's thing.

After returning to the base, Chen Lang changed his ways.

Wake up on time every day, train with others, and cooperate.

There were also a few training matches in the middle, and the result can be imagined, he was blown up by the opposite side.

It was a training match, and Abu didn't say much about him, just thought that he wasn't in good shape. also felt that he was deliberately playing so casually, and he didn't really suspect him anyway.

But although the coach doesn't doubt it, Chen Lang has a weak heart!

I had to work harder to practice some basic skills and tactical information, but the progress was average.

It's mainly the thoughts of the previous life, and many habits can't be changed back in a while.

For example, in one of the training matches, he tried to make sure that he remembered to get into the habit of inserting his eyes. The first few minutes were fine, and as long as his eyes disappeared, he would want to make up for it.

But as the time progresses, the brain just thinks about mending the knife, aligning the line, etc., and the things that are interspersed have long been thrown out of the clouds, and they have forgotten everything.

At the end of the day's training, Chen Lang rubbed his sore wrist.

Longevity!

Ten years of habits, no matter how you change them, you can't get them back!

After this period of time, he remembered the basic theoretical knowledge quite well, and there was no problem with the canyon refresh time, the dragon time, the wild area resource refresh mechanism, and so on.

As for the improvement of the knife is also very good, after all, the muscle memory is there.

But in terms of consciousness and experience in the line, etc., he is a complete layman.

Only when he really studied deeply, did he realize that the gap between him and the king was not ordinarily big.

I was even more glad that I was able to win the battle before.

But what about the future?

Can you still have this good luck?

To be honest, Chen Lang was a little confused.

……