Before the start of the game, Xiaopang also made a special phone call.

"Sister Ran Ran, I officially handed over my game ID to you, please treat it gently."

The tone was miserable and miserable.

Lin Qiuran scolded with a smile, and the tension in his heart was washed away a lot.

Although he is wearing a chubby game ID, after all, it is also the first time he has stepped on the professional stage.

Listening to the shouts from the audience, something called hot blood spontaneously appeared in her heart.

It's the first time she's felt this way when she's grown up.

"Focus."

Zhao Qichen's deep voice came from the headset.

Lin Qiuran came back to his senses slightly.

The competition has officially begun.

Because of Lin Qiuran's sniping talent when he was in the fourth row of the training room with a few people, and the sniper position itself has a relatively high safety factor, Zhao Qichen has arranged it before the game to let Lin Qiuran snipe.

He is to fill the assault position, and the horse monkey and the old wolf remain unchanged.

At the end of the warm-up at Quality Plaza, SOD directly locked onto the hillside near P City.

Touching the hillside little by little, the supplies on the way were really a bit barren for the four of them.

Within five minutes, the two teams met each other.

Half of the blood bar fell off at once, and Lin Qiuran's hand holding the mouse involuntarily began to tremble.

"The other side is staring at me—"

"Captain, move south forty-five—"

"Horse monkey, five or six bullets give me a row-"

The voice in the headset was chaotic.

From the nature of the usual four-row entertainment to the high intensity on the field, Lin Qiuran couldn't adapt for a while.

Communication within the team became the biggest problem.

"Slow down, don't mess around."

Zhao Qichen pushed the headset forward, and his voice was full of calming power.

Several people adjusted their state, and after adapting, they began to cooperate with Lin Qiuran's rhythm.

Lin Qiuran also exhaled lightly, found a cover to ensure his safety first, and injected himself with a bottle of medicine.

Watching the red color on the blood bar slowly disappear, the tense nerves relaxed a little.

Although the overall rhythm of the team has been adjusted, and everyone's hand is slowly appearing, Mars on the opposite side is fierce and does not give them a chance to breathe.

Seeing that SOD was in chaos, he seized the flaw and annihilated it in one fell swoop.

The first game is over.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Lin Qiuran's back, and his muscles trembled involuntarily.

"The next game will be based on the feeling just now."

In the training room, Zhao Qichen instructed the players.

Lin Qiuran sat on the chair with blazing eyes.

She gently massaged the muscles of both of her arms, feeling the slight soreness in her arms.

Sure enough, the professional game is not a joke.

After a game, the consumption of physical and mental power is completely incomparable with the passerby game.

After a brief analysis of the mistakes made in the previous game and tactical adjustments were made to the specific performance of the first game, the 10 minutes of the halftime break ended quickly.

Walking back to the contest seat, Lin Qiuran's mood was no longer as anxious as before.

The steps under her feet revealed a firmness, and her long-standing dazzling and powerful aura.

In fact, the same is true of the official competition.

When it was announced that Mars would eat chicken in the first game, the audience at the scene more or less felt that SOD's performance was different from usual.

But at the beginning of the second game, this strange feeling was gone.

Lin Qiuran finally calmed down and brought out his own level.

Under the cover of Zhao Qichen and the old wolf, Lin Qiuran successfully knocked out the two Mars.

In the end, he narrowly beat the chicken, listening to the low shouts of several people in the headset, Lin Qiuran also smiled.

"Ness, Sister Ranran—"

The horse monkey took off his headphones and praised Lin Qiuran.

The old wolf also cast the same emotional look.

Lin Qiuran turned his head to look at Zhao Qichen.

Zhao Qichen didn't speak, smiled at her, and gave her a thumbs up.

……

SOD's fiery form continued until the start of the fourth game, when Kwon Sung finally couldn't sit still.

The green tendons in his temples burst out, and Quan Cheng slammed the water cup in his hand to the ground:

"Who's going to explain to me, what's going on?"

Because before the end of the game, no one except the referee would see the scene in the competition area, and the referee did not receive the instruction that Lin Qiuran could not play, so now except for a few people from SOD's own team, no one knows that it will be the manager of the team who will replace Xiaopang's position now.

Kwon Sung didn't know.

He was now in a state of great panic.

In the fourth game, if Mars can't eat chicken, and the data is not gorgeous enough to cause insufficient points, the game may be directly GG.

Last night, the residents of the SOD side who were close to the floor knew that the assault position was taken to the hospital overnight.

According to what Xiaoyu said, it is a question whether he can survive this time safely.

Why was you able to play again today and play so well?

This panic was not only felt by Kwon Sung in the stands, but also in the light rain that was spending ten minutes in the break room.

"It doesn't make sense."

Xiaoyu sat on the sofa and suddenly cursed.

"What's unreasonable?"

Although everyone was still struggling with the results of the first three games, when they heard Xiaoyu come to such a nonsensical sentence, they all cast puzzled eyes.

Naturally, Xiaoyu will not tell them the truth.

Mao Taro stood alone at the edge of the lounge, with his head down, looking like he was thinking about a problem.

In fact, when the second one lost, he obviously felt that there was something wrong with the performance of the third Xiaoyu.

Although there is nothing wrong with every action, the arrangement gives the impression that he is panicking.

As for whether this feeling is right or not, Mao Taro doesn't dare to speculate.

Now in such a battle situation, all the pressure is on the side of their own team.

Mao Taro gritted his teeth lightly and turned on the phone screen.

In the text box, a letter was lying quietly.

"Come on."

What a simple two words.

Sender, Zang Yue.

With this, it's not simple.

confirmed that the senior of Zangyue, who was still out of contact with the club today, sent himself a cheering text message before the game.

Although Mao Yao was a little stupid in these aspects, he also knew that Zangyue didn't want Quan Cheng to know about the existence of this text message.

didn't explain why he lost contact, and he didn't even explain whether he would come back, just these two words.

It was enough to make the blood that was dormant in the depths of this young man's heart rush and boil.

"Still in the mood to play on your phone during the game? Played stupid. ”

Xiaoyu's angry shout interrupted Mao Yao's thoughts.

Just by adding the aura buff of "Zangyue's hand-picked substitute", Xiaoyu has a hard time having a good impression of him.

Mao Taro immediately turned off the lights and caught up with the team and walked towards the competition area.

Where no one could see it, Mao Taro clenched his fist lightly.

"Zangyue senior, I will definitely cheer ......"