The eSports King’s Crush

   Chapter 1671 Meaning!

  唰!

  The screen opens!

  Hardly any hesitation, Mo Bei held the mouse back again!

  The second game 1v1 begins.

  However, this is only the second scene.

  Next, bey has to play eight games.

  From the beginning, they were wrong.

  How could she not know the H country team, she is the most familiar with every team in Milan.

  After basic training every day, she is holding a box lunch to watch the game replay.

  She is the one who repeats the same trick repeatedly.

  While they were still anxious and didn't know how to face strong enemies, she had already begun to study the tactical habits of each team.

  How can a bey like this ignore what the other party is good at.

  She released this hero just to make ZAI serious.

  Obviously, he is already familiar with the opponent's routine, and can even suppress it in the opposite direction, but bey still chose the most difficult play, because only in this way can he and Adolf see the true strength of ZAI.

  Even in the next eight games, she can only serve as a sparring partner, which has no meaning to her personally. She is still pressing hard.

  She didn't call the other party to see.

  She called them to see!

   Tumbled into gray, his fingertips were slightly stiff, and when he went to look at ZAI, his eyes were already different from the previous ones.

  If at first, he worshiped the other person as a god, his eyes were confused and timid.

  The graying now, the eyes are filled with more firmness.

  If the technique is too poor, he will practice more.

  Without the opponent's consciousness, he will repeat the game more.

  On the road, even if he can't reach 50-50, he has to do his best not to hold back.

  I can’t admit it before the game has started.

  He wants to win!

  This is worthy of today's bey!

   "I was too weak before." Teng Hui looked at the battle screen on the screen and muttered to herself: "Think more, do less, don't have the courage yet, and I won't be anymore."

   Mao Maoxiong stood there, the person was still dazed: "Handy machine."

"I, we, are not weak!" Teng Hui suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be burning: "When Black Flame was the worst, we had the first jungler in the whole server, KiNG! Everyone felt that we could not survive. No, we didn’t still enter the World Championships. Now in addition to the captain, we also have bey, and now we can sweep the single overlord! It’s really better than the gods, who can enter the imperial league at the age of thirteen. Juechen? We have, our Huaxia team has! We are no weaker than any other team!"

  Adolf opened his mouth wide when he listened next to him, as if he hadn’t expected Teng Hui to say such a thing. After all, he was terrified when he arrived in Milan. He didn’t even dare to look up when there was a camera.

   "Captain... he..." Adolf pointed his finger.

   Huan Leng pressed his hand down, his voice was neither cold nor cold: "He was right."

Adolf yelled first, then seemed to be thinking about something, and finally said to himself: "It's true, the **** bey is too strong. The knife back just now was basically a non-human operation. I never thought I could still play like this, and the old K guy, I don’t know if he is really crazy or pretending to be crazy, he is full of bad water, but it can be overcast, and the other teams are definitely inferior to him! , We are indeed quite strong, plus you, the captain! Almighty team control! We don’t need to be imaginary at all!"

   "Hmm." Huan Leng was still very calm, but his eyes fell on a certain figure.

  The man hasn't moved from beginning to end. He just stood there, with an unclear look, a long body, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looking at Mo Bei in the training room...

  (End of this chapter)