Chapter 760 Question

"This guy is just lame!" Huang Shaotian laughed.

Chu Yunxiu glanced at him: "Why, you can do it?"

Huang Shaotian glanced back mercilessly, looked around, patted Xiao Shiqin, took the paper and pen, raised his hand and started fiddling with the paper, and then showed it to Chu Yunxiu.

Chu Yunxiu was stunned for a moment, and saw the paper written: Аешьтеуже?

"What is this...?" Zhang Jiale was confused, and turned his head to look at Huang Shaotian who looked proud.

"The traditional Russian way of greeting, have you eaten."

... What the hell? Everyone seemed to have a question mark on their foreheads.

"Is this how they greet each other in Russia?" Li Wen was stunned and asked stupidly.

[It sounds quite reasonable? But... it shouldn't be like this, right? Why do I feel that it is more reasonable to say whether you have drunk it or not? ] Su Muqiu touched his chin, and expressed his opinion without caring about the game over there.

"Don't worry about whether they use this or not. As long as they send it out, they will definitely read it if they know it. Whether they reply or not is another matter. But as long as they read it, then our chance has come. This is called strategy. Do you understand strategy?"

When other national team members were about to think about searching to see if Huang Shaotian had just made a few random ghost paintings to fool everyone, Huang Shaotian said in a shocking voice.

"... Wait a minute, according to what you said, have you really been studying languages ​​in various countries these days?" Xiao Shiqin suddenly felt a toothache.

Everyone is joking, are you serious? !

"Take a look before going to bed, it can help you sleep." Huang Shaotian said seriously: "It's very beneficial. I suggest you learn it too. When the time comes, there will be more people and more strength. If you take turns, the effect should be better."

... Let's watch the game first. Others did not answer and looked away. They really didn't know what to say about Huang Shaotian!

If a dog sees it, it will be exclaimed how this brother disguises himself so much like a human!

As for the game on the field, I don't know what Ye Xiu is still tinkering with. There are always spectators from the outside world joining in, but these spectators are all very familiar IDs.

[Zhan Loulan], [Feng Shan Guiqiu], [Yicunhui], [Ghost Carving]...

These should be the other professional players who helped besides Team Han. Of course, they can't beat all the people who came in. It is estimated that Ye Xiu put them in the audience at once to save trouble later.

By the way, it can also improve their horizons and produce some good seedlings.

Han Wenqing has no opinion on this. As for Sun Xiang... his opinion is not too important.

Han Wenqing calmly waited for the game to start. The object he imitated was a professional boxer of the Russian national team.

His imitation object was very young. According to domestic standards, he was a third-year student. His fighting style was mature and decisive. He had the strength of a top-tier player. Even in his own professional league, he could be regarded as an "all-star" that everyone likes to say.

The moment he saw this player, Han Wenqing immediately identified his imitation target.

No other reason, because this was too similar to Han Wenqing's playing style when he was young, the same fearlessness, the same big moves, the same risk-taking, and the same death-or-nothing approach.

Han Wenqing naturally did not imitate completely, and only imitated about 70% of his level, which just happened to match his current level of about 70% to 80% of his peak period.

[Game starts]!

"This..." The faces of all the spectators changed slightly, especially those professional players with slightly older qualifications.

It's similar, too similar. If no one reminded them, they would even think that this game was a collision between Excellent Era and Tyranny in the past year, and Ye Xiu and Han Wenqing were playing individual games.

However, no matter how young the playing style is, it can't cover up the twilight of the players, and the forced outward edge can't cover up the dullness of the claws.

"Captain Han, you are really old..."

The words without sarcasm sounded, which made the originally slightly noisy spectator seats quiet down.

There was no contempt or sympathy. All the professional players had was probably empathy. Han Wenqing was undoubtedly the most respectable person in the entire professional league.

The game did not last too long, and there were no major twists and turns. Sun Xiang controlled One Autumn Leaf to win the game.

"Be careful in the official game." I don't know when the voice was turned on. Han Wenqing's voice was calm: "His playing style is much more radical than my current one, and his reaction speed is also faster. The flaws I revealed in the game will not appear in his place. Be careful."

Sun Xiang was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously, but he quickly realized that Han Wenqing could not see it, so he could only hum lightly and thank him.

For Han Wenqing, his mood was quite complicated. He took over the Fighting God One Autumn Leaf and naturally felt from the bottom of his heart that he had taken over the cause and effect between [Fighting God] and [King of Fighters]. Therefore, when facing Han Wenqing, Sun Xiang always showed that he was eager to try.

But... looking at Han Wenqing's fatigue, Sun Xiang felt a little powerless.

I defeated my opponent. If it were my previous self, I would have made some mockery, right? But now... I don't have the heart to do so.

The only time I could defeat the King of Fighters openly was the Rookie Challenge that year, right? Unfortunately, I lost. After that, I wasted a season because of Jia Shi's relegation. When he returned to the professional league after the transfer cycle, Han Wenqing had completely revealed his fatigue...

The ninth season was Han Wenqing's last madness.

And this also meant that the King of Fighters and the God of Fighting could no longer fight each other with their full peak strength.

After all, in Sun Xiang's eyes, Han Wenqing's little successor was still very young. When he grew up, I was afraid that it would be time for me to retire. The peak period was staggered again, and it would go back and forth. From then on, the peak God of Fighting and the peak King of Fighters would never meet again...

[Luohua Langjie has joined the room]!

The system prompt in the room rang, and Sun Xiang quickly shook his head to get rid of the melancholy feeling in his heart.

Who cares! Let's enjoy the present first!

"Why does that kid sigh, feel regretful, and excited? Did he go crazy after defeating the opponent he always wanted to defeat?" Fang Rui muttered, asking uncertainly.

"This possibility is not small..." Zhang Jiale nodded.

"The second is that the Berserker plays the second game... Well, judging from the lineup of the Russian national team, it seems that there is really no problem." Xiao Shiqin was about to comment, and then realized that this was not a domestic competition.

In China, the ring competition will never arrange a strong attacking profession to play the second game.

Either the vanguard position or the defending position, anyway, it will definitely not appear in the second position, which is usually a delaying consumption position in the Chinese Professional League.

But thinking about the personnel configuration of the Russian national team, there is no other opinion.

Because the Russian team does not have the so-called ranking consumption at all.

Boxer, Berserker, Qigong Master, Judo, Gunner, Sharpshooter...

What kind of wretched profession will never appear in the Russian team's lineup.

Even the thieves are combat thieves. The Russian national team's spellcasters, warlocks, elemental mages, and even priests have wielded their staffs, scepters, and crosses to fight with the opponent's priest profession...

Pure combat and melee, this is the overall style of the Russian team.

Rush, rush, chop, chop, chop, it is to crush the opponent with absolute violence, one force can defeat ten skills, there is no need to think too much, just shout Ura and rush and it's done.

Such opponents are actually the most troublesome for the Chinese national team.

Just like Yu Jin once had a headache with the howling of the reincarnation hegemony, it feels like a scholar meeting a soldier.

Yu Feng on the field naturally did not need too much reminders from others. He entered the state in an instant and disrupted Sun Xiang's thoughts with pure attack

What to do next, how to maintain mana and health, how to consider the endurance problem... Don't consider it, don't consider it at all, drink today and kill today!

This idea directly destroyed Sun Xiang's original few deployments, and he fought hand-to-hand with his opponent in an unexpected situation.

Barbarian, what a barbarian!

Sun Xiang felt the unreasonableness of this style of play for the first time and was quite annoyed.

Usually, I am the one who makes others feel this situation. When will it be my turn to be pressured by others? Go, right... Then I will accompany you!

Sun Xiang also began to speed up and fought against Yu Feng's crazy sword head-on.

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"Sun Xiang, you are getting angry again..." Huang Shaotian muttered and sighed.

"Yes, but if it is exposed in advance, there is still time to correct and make up for it." Yu Wenzhou nodded.

Regardless of whether Sun Xiang can win this game, the rhythm of the deployment has been messed up.

Like the domestic professional league, the player's battle list for the next game needs to be submitted before the game, and the players cannot be replaced without major circumstances during the event.

During the game, Sun Xiang had this situation, and if this situation continued in the team competition where he might appear, it would have a huge and devastating impact on the rhythm and outcome of the overall game.

In the end, Sun Xiang still failed to defeat Yu Feng's Falling Flowers and Disarray. Han Wenqing's Desert Smoke had consumed a lot of his blood, and coupled with the loss of the initiative, the defeat was not so unexpected.

Tang Hao, who replaced him, had already walked to the separate competition area. Sun Xiang sat back with an unhappy look on his face. He originally wanted to complain a few words about how to play the game like this. After seeing the silent expressions of his national team teammates, he opened his mouth and lowered his head: "Sorry..."

"Oh? The sun is rising from the west?" Fang Rui looked at Sun Xiang in surprise. Even if Sun Xiang was no matter what, he could hear the yin and yang contained in this sentence, and glared at Fang Rui fiercely.

Li Wen pulled Fang Rui helplessly, and exchanged positions with Fang Rui to separate the two.

"Do you know what the problem is?" Xiao Shiqin pushed his eyes and asked at the right time.

"We lost a game that we shouldn't have lost..." Sun Xiang muttered.

"Is it because of this?" Yu Wenzhou asked with a smile.

"Is it not?" Sun Xiang was a little confused.

"Of course it's not because of this, Senior Sun Xiang." Li Wen shook his head: "Your rhythm is messed up, and you are also one of us. Glory can never allow a player to be willful."

Sun Xiang was stunned for a moment, and his face looked a little ugly. This was naturally not directed at Li Wen, but at himself.

He recalled the game in Jia Shi where Xu Bin pulled his hand speed faster.

Indeed, in the Samsara team, he could choose to charge at will, because there was Zhou Zekai in the Samsara team who could charge deeper than him. For such a situation, the Samsara team had sufficient experience to make up for it.

Although it was called "Double One", there was no coordination behind the double one. Most of the time, they just fought on their own and charged and broke through.

In a team like Samsara where three people served two people, it was completely fine to do so. However, the national team was different, and the opponents they faced were also different.

Zhou Zekai's recklessness was blessed by the profession of a sharpshooter. Even if he charged deeper, it would only take a thought to return to the overall rhythm.

However, the battle mage would probably not be able to come back after being trapped!

What happened next? Should the national team charge or not, go up to rescue or not? Abandon the overall rhythm for Sun Xiang?

In any club team in the professional league, the answer is definitely to save him, because Sun Xiang is an absolute main force no matter where he is.

But what about the national team?

As for the main force, Sun Xiang still has to rank behind Li Wen, Sun Zheping, Wang Jiexi, and Zhou Zekai, right?

Even if Tang Hao competes with him next.

And obviously, compared with the rhythm of the other four people in the team, although it is uncomfortable to lose Sun Xiang, it is impossible to let everyone follow him to break the rhythm...

"Sun Xiang, let me say something that may be a bit hurtful. If you can't completely adjust your mentality and position before the start of the World Invitational, you won't have a chance to play in the World Invitational." Xiao Shiqin warned.

He does have this right.

"I understand." Sun Xiang nodded, without refutation.

He remembered what Ye Xiu said...

It's glory, not showing off...

Seeing that the goal has been achieved, Sun Xiang is really reflecting on it, and Xiao Shiqin also stopped talking and didn't continue.

If he continues, it will probably have a counterproductive effect.

Li Wen looked at Sun Xiang, who seemed a little depressed but didn't seem to know how to balance his mentality, and whispered: "If it's about balancing the mentality, I have a little idea, I used it before, it's very useful."

Sun Xiang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Li Wen who was serious: "What idea of ​​balancing the mentality."

"Read a book." Li Wen said seriously: "The best one is Romance of the Three Kingdoms, it's really useful..."