Yu Dongchen happily kidnapped his old friends, and the WD team's post-season training was gradually put on the agenda.

In the KPL playoffs, the WD team can only win, not lose.

The playoffs adopt BO7, 7 rounds and 4 wins, which is a long time and a great test of the players' physical fitness and operational strength.

If you are not careful, you will lose all the games.

At the end of the evening training, the plenary session:

"SC, SAQ, these two teams are not weak, each has its own advantages and disadvantages." Lu Zuoyu analyzed, "For the SC team, we adopt a stable lineup and play in silence. ”

Li Huaiyu raised his eyebrows lazily and opened the game interface: "Play SAQ, I will carry and attack the lineup." ”

In the WD team, most of the players have a deep hero pool.

For example, Mr. Shan, in addition to the best lower lane, the auxiliary and jungler are also good, and he is a hundred miles in one hand to keep the sniper, and the air is second to second.

For example, Bai Chen, in addition to the best support, is also strong in the wing and middle lanes, so he can teach such an all-round player as pure.

Of all the hero classes, the jungler class has the highest requirements for players.

To play jungle, the requirements: go up to the wild area, go down to the side, win the output, and steal the wild boar.

Wandering around, three-way support, carrying the whole game, it is difficult for ordinary players to be competent.

In the WD team, Lu Zuoyu, Li Huaiyu and Silence are all-rounders with the highest level of junglers.

Li Huaiyu fought in the jungle, violently outputting offensive flow, and pursuing vampires seemed to suck the blood of the enemy.

Silent jungler, steady and calm flow, pay attention to boiling frogs in warm water, and slowly break through the enemy's defense line.

"Chenghao, get a good night's sleep tonight." Immediately stretched out, "Sister-in-law Xiangning and Fat Mom have prepared supper, everyone will leave after eating." ”

The fat man had already burrowed into the kitchen like a loach.

Everyone dispersed and went back to the house to rest.

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In the kitchen, the lights were dim.

The fat man, Shen Yi and Li Huaiyu sat together and nibbled on sauce-flavored chicken legs.

Recently, the training intensity has increased, and the fat man's appetite has increased.

Shen Yi put down the chicken legs, turned his head and glared at the fat man: "You just came out of the slums?" Can you order something to eat? ”

The fat man's earth-shattering eating appearance perfectly interprets the culture of the hungry.

"You are a rich second generation who has spoken out with a golden spoon in your mouth since you were a child, of course you don't understand the life of our monks, let alone the life of medical students."

The fat man bit off a piece of chicken thigh, smashed it and chewed it, and from time to time let out a sigh of satisfaction, telling his story to Shen Yi:

Once upon a time, the fat man was a cute little novice.

Chubby rings the bell in the temple all day long, chases butterflies in the yard with chubby little short legs, and rubs the plain robe on the moss of the ancient temple, and the years are silent.

Later, the pig-killing knife of time finally attacked the fat man.

The two abbots of Hanshan Temple and Shaolin Temple felt that the fat man Zhao Fugui was a malleable talent who could carry forward the Buddhist culture.

So, the two abbots worked together to send the fat man to Kyoto to study, and also chose a major that was contrary to Buddhism - medicine.

persuade people to study medicine, and the sky thunders.

Persuading people to learn the Fa is a thousand cuts.

Studying medicine - many exams, long study system, busy work, out of the singles.

Boys who study medicine are either obese or bald, and fat people have both—obese and bald.

As a Buddhist disciple, under the pressure of strong study, the fat man finally followed the customs, killing, dissecting, eating meat and drinking wine, and embarked on the road of no return to obesity...

"But, fat man, I have now found the direction of my life." The fat man put down the chicken leg with sauce and licked the corners of his mouth, his little eyes shining with the brilliance of dreams.