Chapter 570 The Holy Land of Gunslingers
Shen Lingxi hooked her lips, stretched out her hand, and slightly approached his ear and whispered: "God D, can you use me to rub your European energy?"
"Come on." Xie Fan clasped her hand, "You can rub it for as long as you want."
Facts have proved that there are really many players who have such thoughts.
In the backstage lounge, many young trainees leaned against the wall with photos of Xie An, performing mysterious oriental prayer ceremonies.
When the coach walked in, he saw a few boys bowing and bowing there, and almost sent him away.
"What are you doing all of them, feudal superstition, why don't you practice more than two times when you have this time to worship God?"
The coach blew his beard and stared angrily, seeing Hua Mian who was sitting calmly on the sofa, his face looked better.
It's still the child who looks pleasing to the eye, not only pleasing to the eye but also worry-free.
There is no need to urge me to train consciously, I have talent and work hard.
"Don't be nervous, you are capable. If it's really good, there are not many people on the field who can win you."
The coach was afraid that he would be too nervous, so he comforted him with nice words.
Hua Mian raised her eyes: "Coach, can you give me your phone first?"
In order to prevent them from looking at their mobile phones before playing and being affected by some bad comments on the Internet, they temporarily collected their mobile phones before going out to the game, and returned them to them after the game.
After all, these are children who have never faced severe beatings, unlike the gang of professional players, who are rough-skinned and thick-skinned.
Not to mention that the mentality was affected by seeing bad comments, all of them were able to talk to the black fans before and after the game, and their mentality was still as stable as a dog.
"It's going to be a game right now, is there anything I have to do with my phone?"
Hua Mian's eyes moved slightly: "I want to ask if LinX is here."
He didn't want to read what netizens said about him, and he didn't care whether those people supported or belittled him. He just wanted to know if Shen Lingxi was here.
The coach froze for a moment, and finally agreed to give him the phone.
After getting the phone, Hua Mian opened the dialog box, wanting to ask if she came.
But after staying for a while, he didn't know how to say this.
In case she didn't come due to something.
"No?" The coach saw him struggling, "It will be too late if you don't."
Hua Mian bit her lower lip, she stretched out her fingers and retracted them.
Just when he was struggling, Shen Lingxi sent a message first.
A picture of the game scene, plus two words.
come on.
Hua Mian's hanging heart suddenly relaxed, and the entanglement on her face disappeared in an instant.
Hua Mian: I will.
Shen Lingxi replied in seconds: Waiting for you to win the prize.
After sending the message, Hua Mian consciously handed over her phone.
The coach frowned. Hua Mian is not affected by external factors, but Shen Lingxi.
This is a very dangerous thing for a professional player who is about to enter the official arena.
He will have a weakness, and once someone grabs him, the situation will be dangerous.
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The game officially begins.
In Hua Mian's team, because one member was too nervous, he jumped before reaching the selected position, causing other teammates to follow suit.
Seeing this scene, Shen Lingxi frowned.
It's too early to jump.
In that position just now, several teams with good strength jumped down, and they would easily be caught in the air if they went down like this. Even if they barely landed, it would be very hard work.
"We saw that the TNL team also followed suit. It seems that this group of new players is very hot-tempered. They dared to jump to the Holy Land of Gunslinger, but we don't know how good their guns are."