Feng Nai knew that the person he was dealing with was not aggressive.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have become friends with the old man.

The old man chuckled: "I don't know how to play games, there are a lot of them here, and the audience doesn't think that player's operation is wrong." ”

Feng Nai looked at him and didn't speak.

The others finally breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, someone shook the demon.

But in the next second, Feng Nai opened his mouth again: "Zhang Zihao has played in many professional leagues, he is different from Wu Xiao, a newcomer who only knows how to take heads, he plays the position of mid-laner, if he wants to, it is not difficult to predict and calculate the line, you don't say, you won't, I don't understand, when you taught me to play Go, you taught me, you have to have a plan in your heart, about this aspect, maybe others can't see it, you won't see it." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, that mouthful of you words, when he was the master of the kid, he had never seen him call him so respectfully.

What's going on now, just for his little friend?

The old man really didn't understand how the game was played.

But from the point of view, every step of the figure is like weaving a huge chessboard, not a simple child, no wonder it will make this high-eyed Feng boy look at it.

After the old man was exposed, he didn't plan to pretend to be a little white: "Even if I can see it, many professional players are not good at mental arithmetic, this is not a Go competition, it is normal not to calculate, what, are you just because people's awareness is not enough, saying that people are playing fake matches, this is not ridiculous, the organizing committee will not accept it, until you get absolute evidence, the game will only continue." ”

Evidence.

Not only is Feng Shi looking for it, but Bo Xiao Devil is also looking for it.

Before, they weren't sure who Xu Yiwan was buying.

Just a minute ago, Feng Da Shao called him to ask him to re-examine Zhang Zihao, and Bo Xiao Devil understood, this person that Feng Da Shao could see, he determined it himself, and now he only needs to have evidence to convince others.

He had to go a little faster.

But time waits for no one.

The halftime is only 10 minutes, and there are places to exchange and replenish energy in between.

Normally, each team will have a coach.

But today, in order to be selected, what they look at is their ability to withstand pressure and their own adaptability.

If you can't even do this, you may not be suitable to Milan just by killing people.

Moreover, if you want to kill, you have to win.

Without a coach, the team with the advantage is fine.

The blue team, who lost the first game, has been a little low all the time.

Wu Xiao was still guilty before, but now he is irritable, the second game, if they lose the second game again, there will really be no chance again.

Everyone understands this truth, including the order.

"But we can't beat it, it's too difficult to deal with on the other side, especially the person on the opposite side of me, like a monster, no matter how you fight, you can't beat it to death, and Xu Yiwan's left field hasn't been brought into play, which means that they haven't used all their strength, they haven't fought much, we have become like this, if they all play out, then we ......"

"You haven't let me jungle yet." Mo Bei was originally drinking water, but at this time, he twisted the lid of the mineral water bottle, and swept towards them with a faint light in his eyes: "This one, return the jungler position to me." ”

She said lukewarm, but it made everyone feel the weight.

The sense of field control emanating from the bottom of his eyes made Wu Xiao subconsciously nod his head, and after nodding, he wanted to pump himself, why did he nod!

Mo Bei was pacing, and when he was about to walk out of the rest room, he stopped from Zhang Zihao's side, this action was very subtle, so subtle that even Zhang Zihao himself didn't notice it...

The defeat of the blue side was undoubtedly a carnival for some.

Quite simply, in their eyes, if Blue loses, it means that Bey loses.

Thinking about it this way, that bey has no way to compare with their Wanye.

They also want to play for this spot, why can't they?

Some people will be morally kidnapped, saying that some professional players have said that it is Bey who is afraid of it, and it should be Bey who wants to play.

So what, she lost anyway, and she was still a substitute fighter, and now it's them who win.

Often, each of us feels annoyed when we see others express their opinions.

But I never thought that I might become one of them.

Saying that there is no moral kidnapping, in fact, using morality to kidnap others.

Even ignorance is used to enhance faith.

After they bombarded bey, they went to bombard the commentary, and of course they had to celebrate if they won, and the way to celebrate was never lonely, but by one person to lead the rhythm, all boiling.

"Protecting bey so much, do you deserve to be fooled by this commentary?"

"I really didn't expect Your Excellency to be a southern fan? Isn't it usually so vegetable in the jungle, hahaha. ”

"I hope the commentary can show the professionalism of the commentary."

There was a blogger who liked bey before, and finally couldn't get into the powder, so she simply turned black, anyway, she liked everyone, who made bey so unpopular, there are more black materials, unlike other players who know their own pounds, and chose to use this time to send a long article to take off the powder.

The girl has money, so she smashes it hard, after all, everyone shouts and beats the rats crossing the street.

No one has ever seen the dynasty overthrown.

It's not deserted, it's that you walk through the darkness, and with every step you take, there's an extra trail on your body.

Where the hell is the place full of flowers.

It never matters.

What matters is, what are you fighting for.

Mo Bei paced by, her messy black hair was tied up at random, and when she looked at it from the side, she looked like she had just gone to No. 1 Middle School.

It's cold and cold, like a prince who came out of the comics.

On a white shirt, there is not even a single pleat.

The back is straight, as if even if a mountain is pressed down, it doesn't matter if it is afraid.

Especially when she came against the light, standing in the light, looking sideways at people, it was the ultimate gentleness.

Because, this time, there was someone next to her.

"Brother Nan!"

Suddenly, a shout broke through the arena.

Mo Nan and Mo Bei raised their heads at the same time, after all, they were reflexive.

I don't know when there were three people standing on the railing, and they were being chased by security guards behind them.

But the three of them were also skinny, one of them was dragging a horn, and one of the boys was also ...... Makeup?? Makeup?

It's Zhao Jianjian, celebrities and them!

Obviously, they all went to college and went to different cities, and the celebrities went to be beauty bloggers.

But they all understand that it is not easy to get together.

But they still came, and they still didn't obey discipline before, and even pulled a horizontal bar in the second middle school.

It reads: "Who have I been afraid of!" Win! ”