Chapter 35:

Shi Luo looked at the chat interface between himself and Yu Yong, and looked at the phrase "have the luggage been packed?"
The two of them have not been embarrassed and embarrassed. They have not been in touch after the live crash two days ago. Today, anxiety and friends have been added. The atmosphere between them is still alienated and subtle.
Shi Luo couldn't tell himself how he felt about Yu Yong, his hatred towards him was true, his sympathy was true, his humility was true, and nostalgia is still true.
Yu Yong's identity is too special for him.
He gave the best days, and he gave the most painful days.
Shi Luo actually knew long ago that there was nothing wrong with what Yu Yong did at that time. When thinking about the situation, Shi Luo didn't think he could handle it better than Yu Yong, but the shadow of his childhood is still afflicting Shi Luo, no matter who Shi Luo couldn't believe his promise.
Yu Yong must sign himself only after the qualifiers have succeeded. Shi Luo knows Yu Yong's intentions. He has left a lot of insurance for himself, but Shi Luo always thinks paranoidly. Isn't it still possible for the qualifiers to fail?
How can there be such a certain thing in the world? Even if it is Whisper, how can he guarantee absolute advancement in the qualifiers?
Not to mention four players in this game, who knows if other people will have problems? Especially the young student who replaces his own NSN. I do n’t know what his name is. Can a striker who has never played in an intercity match be reliable? Is he going to be a mascot?
What should I do if the newcomer has a problem and then crashes the entire team and the whole team loses in the qualifiers? Who will justify yourself?
Shi Luo couldn't be relieved, and originally didn't want to send a message to Yu Yong, but the more he wanted to drill, the more absent-mindedly after playing two games, Shi Luo picked up his mobile phone again and sent Yu Yong a message.
[Evil]: [I have time to transfer now. ]
Shi Luo clutched the phone, biting a little bit of meat on his lips, squinting at the phone.
Yu Yong responded quickly, and Luo's phone vibrated after two seconds.
[Whisper]: [No. ]
Shi Luo gritted his teeth and typed.
[Evil]: [Nothing is absolute, what if you fail to advance? ]
Shi Luo felt a bit overdone when he clicked the send button. He hesitated, and when he was thinking about saying something more, the phone shook again.
[Whisper]: [No. ]
Shi Luo suffocated, almost a little bit resigned: [What if? What if it fails? Do you not admit that there is a chance of failure? ]
Yu Yong did not reply for a long time.
Shi Luo knew that he was entangled with a little morbid. People who were a little more normal would not torture themselves like this. Shi Luo took a deep breath and was about to type and said that it was all right. His phone shook again.
[Whisper]: [Well, I admit, there is a chance of failure. ]
Shi Luo instantly grabbed his heart, not waiting for him to type again ...
[Whisper]: [If it fails, please ask Zhao Feng for me. Do I need a medical doctor for IAC? ]
Shi Luo stared blankly at Yu Yong's last message, and after reading it over and over several times, the corner of his mouth could not help picking up.
this person……
Shi Luo held the phone and was about to reply. When there was news in the group again, Shi Luo quit and took a look.
[Puppy]: [Raise your hand and make a small report. I just went to the bathroom and walked by the sofa. I accidentally glanced at someone ’s mobile phone, as if I saw something remarkable. ]
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [Who? ]
[Puppy]: [I wanted to pretend that I did n’t see it, but some people ’s individual remarks were too bad, and I think they needed to be exposed. ]
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [Exposure, exposure, what? ]
Shi Luo looked at the group chat and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
[Puppy]: [A medical therapist and a foreign commando are discussing the failure of our qualifiers. ]
[Coach · Old Joe]: [It hasn't been played yet, so it started to fail? ]
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [Who dares to shake our military heart? ! ]
[Puppy]: [Why not shake, a medical doctor is asking a foreign team assaulter, if the budget game fails, IAC still has a medical doctor. ]
Shi Luo regretted nothing. What happened to him just now? Why suddenly go crazy to find Yu Yong!
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [Whisper? ? ? ]
[Puppy]: [I started contacting the foreign team without playing, please give an explanation. ]
[Coach · Lao Qiao]: [... Yu Yong, are you really? ]
Shi Luo gritted his teeth and was about to explain to Yu Yong in a hurry. Yu Yong had already spoken in the group.
[Whisper]: [It ’s me. ]
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [Conscience still? ]
[Whisper]: [When did I have a conscience? It's not the first time to sell a team. ]
[Coach · Old Joe]: [...]
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [... I ca n’t refute. ]
[Puppy]: [I like my Yu Shen, I black myself. ]
[Handsome Chenhuo]: [But I still ca n’t accept it. The game has n’t been played yet. Why did you start to find a way out privately? @Evil, do you still lack assaulters in IAC? ]
[Puppy]: [Yes, why privately? If the qualifiers really fail, who would not want to go to IAC? @Evil, do you still lack snipers in IAC? ]
[Coach · Lao Qiao]: [Do you normally work? ? ? ]
[Coach · Old Joe]: [... Forget it, they are all adults, and I do n’t need to seal my back, @Evil, do you still lack coaches in IAC? ]
Shi Luo: "..."
Shi Luo rubbed his eyebrows for too long, and had forgotten that this group of people was one dog after another, and they believed that they were really angry.
[Manager · Zhou]: [? ? ? ]
[Manager · Zhou]: [What is the situation? ! I just made a phone call, why have you already started to find a home? ! ! ! ]
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [Zhou Zhou is more pitiful, only you ca n’t contact Zhao Feng and ask him if IAC still needs a manager. ]
[Puppy]: [Yes, I have heard of the medical Gemini team, but I have never heard of the manager Gemini team. ]
[Handsome Chenhuo]: [Distressed manager, let ’s brush Zhou Zhou with "distressed Zhou Zhou". ]
[Handsome Chen Huo]: [Distressed Zhou Zhou. ]
[Puppy]: [Distressed Zhou Zhou. ]
[Coach · Old Joe]: [Distressed Zhou Zhou. ]
Shi Luo couldn't see it anymore. He put the phone aside to continue the game. He was ridiculed for a long time by gags. Shi Luo's uneasiness slightly eased.
Until the official start of the qualifiers.
Counting the two relegation-failed teams, FS and Wind, this time there are eight secondary league teams participating in the qualifiers. The game is still a single-cycle BO1 system. All teams play one game with each other and win one After accumulating one point, the two teams with the highest points will be promoted.
The eight teams in a single cycle is to play 28 games, each team is playing seven games.
The qualifiers schedule is only one day. In order to save time, the first sixteen small games are divided into four games in the morning, and the next twelve games will be played in the afternoon single game, and then the result will be decided.
Shi Luo miscalculated the form and only knew how stupid he was on the day of the qualifiers.
Shi Luo also knew that he could not be recognized. On the day of the budget game, he honestly changed to an unobtrusive private server, put on a mask and sunglasses, and found a slightly larger baseball cap to make his eye-catching silvery white The hair is covered.
Shi Luo thought that he had already hidden it tightly enough. When he arrived in the stadium wearing this body, he had not passed the security check. The staff of the competition stadium glanced at him and asked, "How did Evil come?"
Shi Luo: "..."
Wawa, who was also heavily armed, took off his sunglasses and warned: "Who do you see?"
The staff is also vigilant, "Wawa, what are you doing, can't you be recognized? But ... as long as you are a fan, watching you is like watching streaking, and you ca n’t hide your body and contours. who is it."
Shi Luo gave up and took off his sunglasses and mask, admitting his fate, "Take us both through the staff channel and find a place on the guide station that fans can't notice."
The staff nodded sympathetically and handed him a work permit, "You should contact us earlier, don't you still buy tickets?"
Shi Luo didn't want to admit, vaguely, "Trouble."
The staff took Shi Luowa to the guide room, and after passing through the infield staff, Shi Luowa found a dead end position in the corridor on the second floor of the fan's perspective, and told them to change the venue next door. Follow the staff, don't go downstairs to be seen by fans, and then kindly gave them a bottle of cola and a can of popcorn.
Shi Luo finally had his place and sat down with Wawa to wait for the players to enter.
Wawa looked left and right, "What is the name of Yu Shen's new team?"
Shi Luo whispered: "Free."
When several members of the Free team entered the stadium, Shi Luo paused for two seconds.
The uniform of the new team is black. Only the left sleeve has white wings printed from the shoulder to the wrist. It is simple and clean.
"Wow, your new uniform looks good." Wawa pushed Shiluo, "Look at it!"
Shi Luo was afraid of Wawa's poisonous milk and was busy, "It's not necessarily my new team! Advance first, advance first!"
Shi Luo couldn't take care of anything else and started a tense game again.
And it turned out that he was unnecessary.
In the first sixteen games, they had to play four games. They played four games and won four games. It was still the kind of effortless crushing. The difference between their opponents and their strength is too great. When he came out, Shi Luo gradually became indifferent from the concentration, and finally looked boring. There were three games left for Free in the afternoon. As long as they did not lose all, it would not be a surprise to advance.
Nothing would happen again, Shi Luo finally calmed down, and when he was transitioning, he looked at the instant scores distractedly, frowning slightly.
The relegation game was beaten by several other teams. The unexpected team played unexpectedly well today.
In addition to losing a game of Free, the first four games of the windbreak team won three games.
In contrast, FS also played four games this morning, but now only wins two games.
There are only two teams to advance, Yu Yong they have secured a place, and FS is a bit dangerous.
Shi Luo buckled his hat and got up to look around the stadium, but did not see Ji Yanhan.
Shi Luo was lying on the railing of the corridor, chewing popcorn expressionlessly, and there was a certain uneasiness in his heart.
In the afternoon, the single game started. Two of the first three games were Free games. They ended the game steadily and quickly. At this point, the Free team won six points and scored six. The promotion has been determined.
Shi Luo should have been relieved, but he looked at the schedule, but he was a little bit more disturbed.
Yu Yong's last game was against FS.
Shi Luo secretly prayed, FS please simply go out directly, don't ever get stuck on the cliff.
Players often say that the edge of the cliff is the team on the edge of the qualifying and unqualified.
Under the points competition ranking system, it is often not one's own game, but someone else's that determines whether one can qualify.
Shi Luo played professionally for two years, whether it was the cliffside of the last playoff games of the regular season or the cliffside of the world group stage. Every time such a team is encountered, it is wrong to win and lose.
Last season, the NSN team was in poor condition at the time. It was sluggish at the beginning of the regular season, winning one game and losing one. The state was fluctuating. In the middle of the season, it began to lose a few games in a row. By the end of the regular season, the NSN regular season ranked eighth. On the tail that can make the playoffs, only half of the foot stepped into the playoffs. If the next few games are wrong, they will miss the playoffs and become a relegation team.
Good death, ILO's last regular season match against Wan Chongshan team ranked ninth in the regular season at that time. If IAC lost Wan Chongshan accidentally, Wan Chongshan will become the eighth place, and NSN will naturally drop The ninth place. And the ninth place, not only can not enter the playoffs, but also to play relegation with the next three teams.
NSN took good care of Shi Luo at the time, and Shi Luo's relationship with NSN players has always been good. It is impossible to be selfless. However, this kind of game is not a matter of his own. He is not a loser of the team. That week, Luo's pressure doubled, and he was worried that he would lose to Wan Chongshan accidentally during the regular season. He personally sent his old club NSN to relegation.
Fortunately, NSN struggled for its own. The following three regular season games were won 2-0, and the ranking jumped to become the sixth regular season. So it has entered the playoffs steadily. The last regular season of IAC and Wan Zhongshan is no longer Affecting the ranking of the points of each team, Shi Luo also put down the big stone in his heart and played lightly.
Shi Luo looked at the real-time team points and became more and more disturbed.
At the end of the twenty-sixth game, Shi Luo watched the game with a headache.
The Fengqi team finished all of its seven innings, ranking second with five points.
The FS team has finished six games, ranking third, with four points, and officially walked to the cliff.
FS once again staged the same game in the relegation game. If they can win in the last game, they can still play overtime with the windbreak team tied for second place in the ranking points. There is still the possibility of fighting once. If they lose, then ... ... nothing.
The opponent of the last game of FS is Yu Yong's Free.
Shi Luo played a career for two years and had seen the edge of the cliff too many times. He himself was dragged by the water ghost on the edge of the cliff. He would not care, but this does not mean others.
Shi Luo didn't dare to think about how Yu Shuo would win the last game in a while.
You do n’t have to mention these first. Now the most important thing is ...
"Yu Shen themselves?" Wawa whispered, "Will you want to raise FS in the end? After all ..."
Shi Luo pursed his lips and said nothing.
Wawa whispered, "This is not to give points, but just give FS a last chance, give them a chance to play in the same game. FS has just played a few games and it is also very good. God, if they relax a little bit, then FS will be able to play in the playoffs. "
"Whoever can get promoted by the genre depends on FS's own skills."
"A few years ago, when the World Championship did not change the system, it was divided into the same team in the same division. Many teams will let their brothers in the division loose." Wawa whispered. Now that the league has changed its system, it will not allow teams from the same region to meet in the group stage of the World Championships, just to prevent everyone from taking care of their own personal affairs. This kind of thing ... the league can understand it. "
Wawa looked at Shi Luo. "Guess ... will they miss the old love?"
Shi Luo recalled the chat history in the group a few days ago and shook his head uncertainly.
Including Shi Luo, you really do n’t want FS to be demoted.
"Quietly." Shi Luo whispered, "Follow me to the back room lounge."
Under the protection of the staff, Shiluo and Wawa walked all the way to the staff and were sent to the Free team lounge.
Before entering the door, Shiluo and Wawa heard the discredited discrimination inside.
Wawa stunned, "It's true ... I've been told."
In the lounge, Zhou Huo looked at everyone in confusion. "This is already promoted. What do you all do with a calm face? If you don't know, we thought we were sent off 0-7."
Old Joe got up, turned off the camera and radio microphone in the lounge, and muttered, "Speak with confidence."
Puppy flattened on the sofa, expressionless, "Well, I admit, my heart softened."
Chen Huo sighed.
Puppy said helplessly, "Well, if you really can't bear it, just raise your hand, I have no opinion."
"Not reconciled, but unbearable." Chen Huo sat on the gaming chair and stretched his legs, muttering, "Forget it ... listen to you."
Old Qiao took a sip and endured disgustingly, "Then that's the last point, Yu Yu?"
Yu Yong was wearing headphones to watch the phone, and was pushed by Puppy to push his shoulder before taking off the headphones. He asked, "What's wrong?"
Puppy was helpless, "The next game is on the edge of the FS cliff. Anyway, our winning or losing will not affect the promotion. Do you want to ..."
Yu Yong put away the headphones, put on his team uniform and asked, "What do you want?"
Puppy's lips moved, and the following words were not easy to say. "You ... everyone will get it if they don't say it. If you want me to say it? Don't say what I mean.
Yu Yong nodded, "Understood."
Yu Yong said indifferently, "It's been a day, and I've worked hard for six games. Everyone is tired. I can understand. To be honest, I'm not in very good shape now. The last game was a little difficult."
Old Qiao sighed in relief, and was about to follow Yu Yong's words and said to find a good reason for everyone in advance, Yu Yong said coldly:
"There are still half an hour to go to play. I will eat something hungry, drink water when I am thirsty, and drink coffee when I am sleepy. How can I adjust the state to teach me?" Yu Yong got up and looked around at the lounge. What everyone is thinking, but I ’m sorry, I ’ll do my best in the next game without any mistakes, and I do n’t allow anyone else on the team to make any mistakes.

"Winning or losing in the next game will not affect our promotion, I know very well."
"The opposite is FS. I am on the edge of the cliff, and I know very well."
Everyone was speechless for a while, and old Joe hesitated, "Don't say the old feelings, if we break them up, those online sprays may have to deal with you again ..."
Yu Yong looked at Lao Qiao and asked calmly, "I'm still afraid of spraying?"
In the next round, the Free team crushed the FS team and quickly won the game. The three of the Free team personally sent their youth away and officially advanced to the league with the Feng team.