Chapter 572

The first day of 4th row is over.

Hua Mian tried her best, but couldn't hold back her teammate's mentality and exploded. The more they fought, the more trash they got. What they gave was a joy, and finally ranked 18th.

Among several teams, it is considered below average.

The Internet exploded immediately, the fans of the TNL team called it cruel, and the black fans even ridiculed the sky.

[What the hell are the youth trainees recruited by TNL this year? After practicing for so long, I can beat them with my feet. 】

[What's the matter, the first game was like shit, what happened to those few, the brain was not online the whole time, just continue the game, don't be fucking ashamed, okay? 】

[You TNL fans should wake up, don’t you understand why DM retired? They’re already dead. The last time they played in the qualifiers, they just passed by. Now that the youth trainees have trained like this again, TNL doesn’t want to do it anymore. Hurry up and get out as soon as possible to make way for other teams. 】

TNL team lounge.

Under normal circumstances, there are so many teams participating in this offline competition, it is difficult to assign each team a separate lounge.

Hua Mian and the others can have this kind of special care, which is entirely due to the results of the team members in the competition.

It's good now, the first team gave them special care, and they were beaten like this.

The first game was poor, so adjust as soon as possible and play well, but who knows how many of them, except for Hua Mian, who is online all the time, the bigger the other three, the worse they are.

At the beginning, the coach was still staring at the screen, looking for their mistakes and preparing to analyze them when going back to the replay, but then he just didn't pay attention to it.

Because he doesn't need to try hard to find the mistakes, this fucking sucks, you can tell that there is a problem at a glance, and there is nothing to replay.

The coach's eyes were red from anger, and he was circling back and forth in the lounge. He couldn't help but want to yell at him due to the work he had accumulated from staying up all night the previous two days.

Even Zhou Huo, who had just finished training and called to ask about their results, was sprayed innocently.

"Look for yourselves, what are the hits!" The coach is so angry that he still remembers to control his emotions outside, "Now I can give you the phone and see for yourself how nasty the online scolding is! "

"The first team has worked so hard to play in front of the game, and they all got the promotion spot, just because of you, they played like shit, and they were pulled out by those professional hackers, and they almost scolded Xiang."

"Coach, it's not our intention, they..."

Up to now, he is still quibbling, which makes the coach even more furious.

"What's wrong with them, their skills are inferior to others and they don't admit it, and they still have to make excuses on Duofang?" the coach said angrily, "If you go on the professional road, the opponents you will meet in the future will only become stronger and stronger. If you go down this road, you have to practice hard to win!"

The coach obviously wanted to say something, and there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Hearing the movement, everyone remained silent.

The coach walked over to open the door, and when he saw the person outside the door, he froze.

"You came."

Compared to his unnatural expression, Xie Fan was more at ease: "Well, no matter how busy you are? Can I bother you?"

The coach of TNL is a former member of the team. Unfortunately, the game he retired was played with Xie Yan.

Xie Yan is not very familiar with him, but he can't wait to tear him apart for analysis.