"What if he can't try?"
Han Wenqing's words startled everyone.
"Then … we can only persevere and perfect this playstyle," Zhang Xinjie had perfected this possibility based on Han Wenqing's suggestion.
Thus, everyone fell silent. As for why he couldn't try, that was a question that the gossipers would definitely care about. However, for Happy's opponent, this wasn't important. They only cared about the result: what kind of player would Mo Fan grow into?
"Let's go back and take a look at this player's VOD!" Zhang Xinjie said.
In the end, Mo Fan won the match. As soon as the match ended, Song Qiying rushed out of the competitor booth and quickly walked toward Happy's booth.
"This kid, is he still so obsessed with the player after the match? He's even worse than Zhang Xinjie! "Fang Rui said.
"Do you think Mo Fan will pay attention to him?" Wei Chen asked.
"Uhh … that depends on whether Mo Fan can understand his intentions. If he understands, he won't reject him, right?" Fang Rui said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Happy's competitor Mo Fan also walked out of his booth. He didn't even look at the other side as he walked straight down the stairs.
"Hey!" Song Qiying saw this and yelled. He simply started running and finally caught up to Mo Fan.
Mo Fan looked at him strangely, not understanding.
Song Qiying's body looked quite ordinary. After running for a few steps, he was still panting heavily.
"I say … how can you fight like that?" Song Qiying said.
Mo Fan frowned. He clearly didn't understand what Song Qiying was trying to say. He ignored him and turned around to continue walking.
Song Qiying didn't stop him. He quickly walked up to Song Qiying while panting heavily. "How can you attack like that? Why don't you continue to attack in one breath? With your skills, wouldn't that be more powerful? "Song Qiying said.
This time, Mo Fan understood. He didn't stop walking. He turned around to look at Song Qiying and said, "I can't."
"Why not?" Song Qiying asked.
Why not?
Mo Fan thought hard about the question, but he still couldn't come up with a clear explanation. In the end, he gave Song Yingqi a maddening answer, "Because you can't."
"What do you mean because you can't? Hey, hey, there should be a reason for everything, right? Do you have to do this kind of rhythm? What made you insist on this kind of rhythm? "Song Yingqi continued to ask.
Mo Fan's frown deepened, but he didn't know how to respond. He just wanted to get rid of this annoying guy as soon as possible, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
"Why aren't you talking? Oh, is that your secret? Uh, if we're opponents, then I really shouldn't ask so many questions. However, I feel that there are still many areas in your fighting style that are worth revising! "Song Yingqi shouted.
By the time he finished speaking, he had already reached Happy's seating area. Mo Fan picked up his pace and walked toward his seat. Song Yingqi followed them all the way here. He knew that he couldn't squeeze into Happy's seat, so he could only wear a helpless expression. Happy and the others all heard his last words, and they all stared at each other with wide eyes. They thought that Song Yingqi was chasing after Mo Fan just to touch his hand. They even mocked him for being more stubborn than Zhang Xinjie! Who would've thought that this guy kept pestering Mo Fan just to tell him this?
"Little friend." Ye Xiu opened his mouth to speak, "You're right, there are many areas in his fighting style that can be improved. However, you too, there are many areas in which you still need to improve. "
"I'll work hard, but he …" Song Yingqi's face was filled with unwillingness.
"He'll work hard too. I look forward to the next match between the two of you," Ye Xiu smiled.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior." Song Yingqi actually bowed toward Ye Xiu.
"Don't be like that …" Ye Xiu immediately tried to stop him, but it was too late. The crowd immediately went into an uproar, with all kinds of boos and whistles.
"See … I told you not to be like that!" Ye Xiu said helplessly. Song Yingqi actually bowed to Ye Xiu. No matter what the reason was, Tyranny's fans would be extremely displeased!
"It's only right." Song Yingqi stubbornly insisted. The crowd's reaction did not make him feel any regret. After saying this, he returned to Tyranny's seating area. On the other hand, Tyranny's old generals were on guard.
"What's going on? What did Ye Xiu say to you? "Zhang Xinjie asked.
"Don't take that guy's words to heart. It's all trash talk, okay?" Zhang Jiale said sternly.
"He only said that I still have many areas to improve," Song Yingqi said.
"Huh? That sounds like something a human would say?" Zhang Jiale was puzzled. He glanced over at Happy, and saw that Ye Xiu was also looking over. Seeing Zhang Jiale look over, he smiled and waved.
Zhang Jiale decisively turned his head back and said with a gloomy expression, "Try not to interact with him as much as possible, okay? Look at how treacherous his smile is. "
Song Yingqi looked back and was very puzzled. Why couldn't he see any treachery in that smile?
"Okay, go rest. Don't worry too much about the outcome of the match," Zhang Xinjie said to Song Yingqi.
Song Yingqi nodded and sat back in his seat, but his mind was still thinking about the match just now. Why did they have to use this kind of rhythm? Song Yingqi was curious about this question.
At this moment, the players for the third round of the individual competition had already appeared. Happy, as usual, was Su Mucheng and her Cleansing Rain. As for Tyranny, it was Zhang Jiale and his Dazzling Hundred Blossoms.
"It's our turn to get a point!" As Zhang Jiale's messages flooded the chat, the two Gunners began their battle. In the end, Zhang Jiale fulfilled his goal and defeated Su Mucheng, helping Tyranny get a point in the individual competition.
Then, in the group arena, Happy sent out Fang Rui, Baozi, and Tang Rou. Tyranny sent out Qin Muyun, Bai Yanfei, and Han Wenqing. The two sides went back and forth until the fifth round, when Tyranny won.
"This Bao Rongxing's instability is really a headache! When it's good, it's amazing, but when it's bad, it's like he's sleepwalking. " Everyone could see that the key point of the group arena was Baozi. This time, his performance wasn't very good, and he was easily defeated by Bai Yanfei. Tang Rou was up against many opponents, and in the end, she wasn't able to turn the tables, and Tyranny got another two points.
At this point, the individual competition was over. Tyranny was in the lead 3 to 2, and the team competition would decide the winner of today's match.
"In the team competition, you can pay more attention to Zhang Xinjie's playstyle. If I remember correctly, he's your idol, right?" Ye Xiu said to An Wenyi before preparing to go onstage.
This young man, who was at the heart of the storm, was still controlling Happy's lifeline match after match. In the previous round, even though Happy won 10 to 0, the team competition mainly relied on their powerful offense. As a healer on the defensive side, An Wenyi's performance in the previous round was limited. And now, it was time for another tough battle. Tyranny … An Wenyi turned out to be a fan of this team. But after joining Happy, he gradually felt a sense of belonging to Happy, and his feelings towards Tyranny became somewhat indifferent. An Wenyi still felt a little strange when they were opponents for the first time in the first half of the tournament, but this time, it was very calm.
Zhang Xinjie? An Wenyi glanced at Tyranny's player area. Zhang Xinjie was sitting upright, resting with his eyes closed.
"I've watched many of his matches," An Wenyi said. If he wanted to improve, if he wanted to improve, how could he not have thought of learning from a god? An Wenyi was already very familiar with watching Zhang Xinjie's matches to learn.
"Watching recordings and learning from actual battles are very different. Pay more attention!" Ye Xiu said.
"I will." Right now, An Wenyi wanted nothing more than to become a super healer in a single night. He wouldn't miss out on any way or opportunity to improve. Experiencing Zhang Xinjie's skill in actual battle was a rare opportunity. It only happened twice in a season.
Soon, it was time to go onstage.
Happy's side was Ye Xiu, Su Mucheng, Fang Rui, Qiao Yifan, and An Wenyi. Tang Rou was the sixth player. It was the same lineup as against Samsara.
Tyranny's side was Han Wenqing, Lin Jingyan, Bai Yanfei, Qin Muyun, and Zhang Xinjie. Song Qiying was the sixth player.
"Tyranny still insists on their rotation policy. Zhang Jiale only appeared in the individual competition. He didn't appear in the team competition." Pan Lin said after looking at Tyranny's lineup. This season, even Han Wenqing was no longer part of Tyranny's main roster. He, Lin Jingyan, and Zhang Jiale, the three veterans, hadn't appeared in the team competition together in a long time.
The other teams' rotations were all based on their opponents. But Tyranny's rotations seemed more like rotations for the sake of rotations. This system had been in place for half a season. In the beginning, when their results weren't good, they were questioned. But as their results gradually stabilized, the voices of doubt lessened. But even so, Tyranny's results this season weren't as good as last season's. And this kind of rotation didn't seem like a strategic necessity. It was more like older players were reducing their energy consumption to maintain their condition. After understanding this point, all that was left was a wave of sighs.
In the end, Team Tyranny won the team competition.
Even though Zhang Jiale didn't appear, their lineup was experienced enough. Happy. An Wenyi's shortcomings were magnified when he faced a strong team, especially since Tyranny had Glory's number one Cleric. In a direct comparison between the two Clerics' skill statistics, An Wenyi lost miserably.
"Sigh …" An Wenyi sighed. He was almost numb to failure. And in this match, when he faced Zhang Xinjie, the other's performance made An Wenyi feel like he couldn't do it.
After the match, the players shook hands with each other. An Wenyi's head was lowered the entire time. Happy. Every loss in the team competition had something to do with him. He guessed that in the eyes of his opponents, he was probably a "pig-like teammate." He didn't want to face such a gaze.
"You have a good grasp of timing." He only looked up when he heard someone say this when shaking hands with him.
"I finally understand why Happy insisted on choosing you," Zhang Xinjie, the number one Cleric he admired for a long time, said to him in front of him.
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