MTL - Journey To the World of Film and Television-Chapter 708 Where are you from?

  Chapter 708 Where are you from?

  【Okay, the game has officially started. The first game is still in the offensive and defensive mode we are familiar with. It can be seen that SP started the game with a reinforced server in order to replace offense with defense and look for opportunities to fight back. 】

[That's right, judging from the previous results of the two sides, e.t's overall strength is slightly inferior to SP's, and it also performed poorly in the points match. It seems that SP guessed in advance that e.t team will use fast break tactics to win the first game first . 】

  【Yes, we can see that the e.t team is attacking with all members when they come up, but the fast attack tactics are too aggressive. 】

   "Innin, Xiaomi pay attention to both sides, cover my surprise attack! Little."

From the corner of the slide, he glanced at the constantly beating red error pop-up window on Mi Shaofei's screen, frowned, turned his head and told Follwing on the other side: "Defense stay in Europe, Fu Wen will take over from Xiaomi, come on top, come on!" on top."

"I'm coming."

  follwing stared at the screen intently, and while responding to the captain, his fingers jumped rapidly on the keyboard.

  Xiaomi moved his hands away from the keyboard, and the sound of teammates communicating from the earphones became farther and farther away, and finally there was only the 'didi' alarm that kept ringing along with the error pop-up window.

   It wasn't until there was a burst of cheers that he turned his head and looked at the sides belatedly. The red error pop-up window on the screen disappeared, but the white and bold winning victory logo seemed even more dazzling.

【pretty! Ou Qiang successfully defended against the attack of two members of e.t, slide! slide! The slide took advantage of the chaos to go around to the back of e.t, and took down the opponent's server neatly! 】

  【Nine minutes and thirty-five seconds! Nine minutes and thirty-five seconds, if I remember correctly, this should be the fastest game to end this season, right? 】

[Not only this season, games that end in ten minutes are very rare in the official competitions of the past two years. The record for the fastest game should be the Odin team played by the genius boy Naya in the cst European competition three years ago They won with a time of 7 minutes and 56 seconds. Of course, this game is really rare for SP. Let us once again give warm applause to our SP team! 】

   "SP!" "SP!" "SP!"

  The audience, including the commentators, were all excited for SP's crisp victory.

  There is a ten-minute break at the end of each game, and the commentator will do some post-match analysis and replays. The players from both sides will leave the field temporarily and go to the backstage for a short rest and tactical adjustments.

Listening to the cheers and shouts of the audience, Slider and Innin walked towards the backstage talking and laughing. Ou Qiang looked back at Mi Shaofei who was at the end, stopped and waited for him under the stage for a while, raised his eyebrows and said: "Why, aren't you happy when you win?"

   "Happy, of course happy." Mi Shaofei wiped his face, glanced at the auditorium inadvertently, quickly looked away, patted Ou Qiang's arm, and walked forward.

   On the other side, the VIP viewing seats directly in front of the stage.

  Affected by the atmosphere of the audience, Tong Nian excitedly grabbed the corner of Zhou Jiyi, laughed out his small canine teeth, and pointed at the stage in a shrill voice: "Win~Win~~"

  ‘Hiss~ What kind of strange movement is this? The water boiled? '

  Zhou Ji turned his head to look at the excited Tong Nian, stretched out two fingers, gently pinched the upper corner of his clothes, and pulled back

   Pulled.

  Sun Yaya in the auditorium watched Mi Shaofei and Ou Qiang go backstage, and slowly put down the cheering sticks he was waving.

  Although SP won the first round, Mi Shaofei was the first one to get out.

   When playing against the e.t team, 1v1 couldn't even beat the opponent's flanker.

Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and Ai Qing and the sp team finished analyzing the second game, looked at their watches and said, "Although we are one match point ahead, we can't take it lightly. We are playing every game as if it is the last game. Keep up the good work and victory will be ours!"

"come on!"

  The slide stretched out his palms, and Ou Qiang, Innin and the others climbed on it one after another. Mi Shaofei pursed his mouth, took a deep breath, put the last one on the back of following's hand, and shouted loudly: 'Come on! '

   "Well, let's go." Ai Qing stood aside with a smile on her face, watching every team member walk in front of her, and finally grabbed Mi Shaofei's arm suddenly.

"Millet."

  Ai Qing grasped it so tightly that Mi Shaofei could even feel a faint pain in his arm.

  Looked down at Ai Qing's hand, moved up the arm, and met a pair of firm and encouraging eyes.

   "Come on. Play hard and don't leave any regrets in your life." Ai Qing let go of her palm and nodded to him.

  Mi Shaofei pursed his lips and squeezed out a smile, and re-entered the battlefield in the face of the cheers that hadn't faded away.

   lost.

   Lost the second game.

  Offensive and defensive battles are ultimately a team sport, and the performance of one individual will affect the outcome of the entire team.

  Due to the disastrous defeat of the e.t team in the first round, for them, the original Bo3 with two wins in three rounds turned into a single-elimination elimination in a blink of an eye. Bearing this pressure, they were obviously more cautious in the second round.

   On the SP side, on the contrary, because they won the first game too easily and held the match point, they naturally underestimated their opponents and relaxed their nerves.

  e.t focused on this point and set up a game specifically for the SP. Xiaomi's aggressive advances not only disrupted the team's original deployment, but also pulled the entire team into a disadvantage.

  By the time the others were alerted, it was too late, the slide went to meet them, but they were surrounded and called for help. Innin and following originally wanted to stage a gourd baby to save grandpa, but fortunately, Ou Qiang stopped it in time.

  However, the general situation is over, even if Ou Qiang and the others tried their best to hold back their opponents, they were unable to defeat four hands with two fists, and finally knocked out gg.

   Bang~!

  Backstage, Fu Wen suddenly kicked the cardboard box next to him, and wanted to step on it again, but Ai Qing raised her hand to stop it.

   "Following! What are you doing!" Ai Qing frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

   "What am I doing, you should ask someone what's up?"

  In any competitive event, the most blood pressure rises is knowing that the opponent is not as strong as yourself, but you lose in the end.

   Fu Wen was furious, and said indiscriminately, "Drag two rounds in a row"

   "Enough!" Ai Qing interrupted with a gloomy expression.

Slider and innin also quickly grabbed Fu Wen and comforted him: "It's okay, I also had problems in the last game. The situation on the field is changing rapidly, and some opportunities are even fleeting. It's because I failed to adjust my tactics in time, and I will just come back in the next game. "

   "That's right, if you lose a game, you just win it back." Innin responded, "Just the e.t gang, haven't we never met before? Don't we hang them up and fight casually?"

   Fu Wen also made a slip of the tongue for a while, but now he calmed down, looked at Mi Shaofei with some embarrassment and said, "Sorry, I talk nonsense on impulse, don't be angry."

  Mi Shaofei pursed his lips and raised the corners of his mouth, barely smiling.

  Ai Qing clapped her hands to attract everyone's attention, and said in a slow tone: "Okay, the matter has changed, don't bring emotions into the next game"

   "Yaya, don't worry too much, you just lost one game, and e.t also lost~"

  On the other side, Tong Nian saw Sun Yaya's worried expression, and comforted him, "There's still one round~ Xiaomi and the others will definitely win, right Zhou Ji."

  Tong Nian didn't forget to pull Zhou Ji after he finished speaking, but he didn't get a response from Zhou Ji for a long time. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Ji muttering, "It's a little bit hanging."

   Tong Nian said speechlessly, "Where are you from? Isn't SP your team?"

   "Just discussing the facts."

  Zhou Ji looked at the SP people who had re-entered the battle room, his eyes fell on Mi Shaofei, and he shook his head.

   "His mood is messed up."

  (end of this chapter)