Chapter 1614: Mobei

  Chapter 1614 Mo Bei
  Five in the afternoon, hotel training room.
  In order to facilitate the adjustment of tactics before the game.
  As early as a week before the players set off, the deployment was made here.
When Tenghui opened the door, he was shocked: "This is too cool!"
  "The boss is really rich." Mao Maoxiong looked up and down.
   Huang Mao came over: "Fuck it, it's a cow, even gym equipment!"
  The facilities of the training room are more than complete.
  Floor-to-ceiling windows, conference halls, long tables and tea tables, holographic screens, fully automated, and even entertainment facilities, not to mention the ultra-modern layout and a total of twelve alien computers.
  This scene made the players who walked in with surprises in their eyes.
"Which group the sponsor is, I don't need to introduce it." Zhao Sanpang said, and at the same time he took out his loudspeaker: "I should familiarize myself with the keyboard on my seat first, and then change to myself. of."
  One water red axis, mechanical, but any boy who plays games doesn’t like this kind of feel.
  But the e-sports players are different, usually they still use their own keyboard.
  Crack, click!
  Mobei is the least conversational among a group of people.
  Walking there, without even trying, I plugged the keyboard that I brought into the host.
  The action was neat and handsome, which caught people off guard.
   Huang Mao saw this and touched the cat and panda: "I said, your bey god, is it so cool in normal times?"
   "The same." Mao Maoxiong is never stingy with his brother's handsomeness: "She is an actionist."
  Watching Mobei test the machine, others started to move.
   But as fast as hers, really not.
Huang Mao was puzzled, and asked Leng: "Captain, how did bey get it done in two or three strokes."
  Hua Leng didn't speak, his face was sharp and handsome.
   Huang Mao went to touch the panda again, after all, it was a socialite.
  At this time, Feng Yi in a straight suit walked in, raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "In two minutes, the conference hall."
  Since joining the team, Zhao Sanpang and every player emphasized the concept of time.
  E-sports, when many people see a headwind turnaround, they are talking about luck.
  It is undeniable that there may be luck in winning or losing a game.
  But 99.9% depends on the players' control over time and line.
  Especially time, as fatal.
  Controlling the dragon, pushing the tower, and production are all counted.
  Sometimes a time difference of two or three seconds can affect the winning or losing of a game.
  So this point, he requires every player to be engraved in his bones.
  But, some people don’t seem to think this is anything.
  5:20, there are still two people short of the seats in the conference room.
  Feng Yi raised his hand again and glanced at the time.
   5:23.
  The two people opened the door with a smile.
   "Yeah, what is so happy?" Zhao Sanpang raised his eyes: "Say it makes me happy and happy."
  The two people didn’t know it, one of them was still laughing:
Suy just sent me a video of a ghost animal, Fat God, I’ll send it to you later.

  "Ghost video..." Zhao Sanpang smiled, suddenly slapped the tabletop, his face was freezing cold: "After the manager Feng asked you two minutes, the meeting room will gather, are you listening to the wind?"
  Suy was frightened and shuddered, and his face turned pale: "Fat god, we just went to the bathroom, we didn’t have time..."
   "On time." Zhao Sanpang's eyes were lowered: "I have said it more than once."
  The other low-eyed, low-voiced muttered: "People have three urgency. It's not necessary for such a small thing to be so strict."
  Tucao like this made the meeting room quiet.
boom!
  Zhao Sanpang was angry instantly, the sound of the chair feet rubbing against the ground was very harsh.
  The flesh on his face was shaking: "What did you say! You tell me again!"
  Zhao Sanpang gritted his teeth, wishing to chew this group of frustrated people: "Just your virtues, come to Milan? How to win? What to win?"
The whispered contestant lowered his head again, his posture was low, but his words had another meaning: "Fat God, we are late for being late. We can fix all these minor problems. We are here for the first time. We don’t understand a lot, and we also know that you have experience, but what we want to catch now is really not that. K is the most important one. If he gets better, we won’t be able to relieve the pressure by laughing and joking."
The sentence    completely ignited Zhao Sanpang’s fire.
  The meeting room is even quieter than before.
  Feng Nai, who was being discussed, sat there, his expression unchanged, only slightly raised his eyelids from the video of the game that Mo Bei showed him.
  The other members of Heiyan stopped their movements, Mao Maoxiong's face was even less angry, and his eyes were very round: "Tao, what did you say!"
  "I know that, you guys don’t like to listen to it, but the fact is here. The domestic forums are talking about who, even ordinary gamers know, the state of your captain is not suitable for participating."
"Enough!" Zhao Sanpang sneered: "Since you got on the plane, you haven't left him in your mouth! Why, if his hand is broken, will you not even be able to play games anymore? Leaving him alive? No? What are you doing here? National expenses for food and drink?"
Tao’s face was blue and red:
Fat god, the video is still on. You can’t just talk like that because you’re a senior. We also have self-esteem. Instead of spending time on how to fix our small mistakes, it’s better to do more. Let K..."
  "Small mistake?" Mo Bei, who had not spoken all the time, turned off the tablet in his hand and looked at him lightly: "Do you think being late is a little mistake?"
  Tao's expression is not very good: "Bey God, it's only two or three minutes, there is no need to rise to be late."
   Mo Bei heard this, his eyes darkened.
  She just looked at him like that, pressed the table top with one hand, and stood up.
  The player who called Tao, for some reason, felt like he was caught in his throat, and his back was sweating.
  He told himself that there was nothing to be afraid of.
   What if it was once the first jungler.
  It's just a girl, no matter how strong her aura is, it's useless here.
  Mo Bei's gaze did not move away, but he looked at people tighter: "Fat Lord."
  "What?" Zhao Sanpang was still in anger.
  Mobei’s sound quality is light and cold, and no emotion can be heard: "World practice, 1V1 in the team."
   "1v1 in the team?" Huang Mao looked at Huan Leng and whispered, "Boss, bey is going to have a civil war at this time. What does she think?"
  Hua Leng glanced at him.
   Huang Mao continued: "This must be no one can beat her."
   Standing there, Suy obviously didn’t want to fight:
God bey, you know that no one of us is your opponent. Now 1V1, all we consume are ourselves.

"Two minutes." Mobei's face was clear and handsome. When standing backlit, he could see the fine fluff: "If I play against you for more than two minutes, count me as a loser and start outside the team. I and K Sit on the cold bench, you go up."
  (End of this chapter)