Chapter 1306 Who Is My 1 Zhongnan Brother Afraid Of? !

Feng Nai knew that the people he was facing were not aggressive.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have become friends with the old man.

The old man chuckled: "I don't know how to play games. There are many here who can, and the audience doesn't think that player's operation is wrong."

Feng Nai looked at him and said nothing.

The others finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, someone shocked this devil.

But the next second, Feng Nai spoke again: "Zhang Zihao has played in many professional leagues. He is different from Wu Xiao, a newcomer who only knows how to get kills. He plays the mid lane position. If he wants to, he can do it It is not difficult to predict and calculate the lines of troops. Don't say that you don't know how or that you don't understand. When you taught me how to play Go, you taught me that you must have a plan in mind for your moves. Maybe others can't see this. You can’t tell.”

The old man was stunned. He said "you" every time. When he was the boy's master, he had never seen him address him with such respect.

What's going on now, coming to get close to him, just because of his little friend?

The old man really didn't understand how this game was played.

But from the angle of view, every step that the figure takes seems to be weaving a huge chessboard. He is not an ordinary child. No wonder he attracts the attention of this discerning boy Feng.

After the old man was exposed, he no longer wanted to pretend to be a novice: "So what if I can tell, many professional players are not good at mental arithmetic. This is not a Go game. It is normal not to do calculations. Why, are you just Because people are not aware enough, it is ridiculous to say that people are cheating. The organizing committee will not accept it. The game will continue until you get absolute evidence. "

evidence.

Not only Feng was looking for him, but Little Devil Bo was also looking for him.

Before, they were not sure who Xu Yiwan bribed.

Just a minute ago, Young Master Feng called and asked him to re-examine Zhang Zihao. Little Devil Bo understood that he had identified this person that Young Master Feng had identified, and now he only needed evidence to convince others.

He had to be faster.

But time waits for no one.

The half-time break is only ten minutes, and you have to exchange positions and replenish energy in the middle.

Normally, each team works with a coach.

But today, for the selection, they looked at their ability to withstand pressure and their ability to adapt.

If you can't even do this and just rely on killing people, you may not be suitable for Milan.

Moreover, you have to win to kill someone.

A team with an advantage without a coach would be fine.

The blue team, which lost the first game, has always been a little depressed.

Wu Xiao felt guilty before, but now he is irritable. It is the second game. If they lose the second game, they will really have no chance again.

Everyone understands this, including the top orderer.

"But we can't beat it. The opponent is too difficult to deal with. Especially the person I'm facing is like a monster. He can't be killed no matter how hard he fights. Moreover, Xu Yiwan's left field hasn't been used yet, which means that they They didn’t try their best, they didn’t play much, and that’s what happened to us. If they all showed up, then we…”

"You haven't let me jungle yet." Mo Bei was drinking water. At this time, he twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle and glanced at them lightly: "For this game, give me the jungle position." ”

She said it neither coldly nor hotly, but it made everyone feel the weight.

The sense of field control emanating from his eyes made Wu Xiao subconsciously nod his head. After nodding, he wanted to slap himself, why did he nod!

Mo Bei was pacing, and when he was about to walk out of the rest room, he stopped beside Zhang Zihao. This movement was so subtle that even Zhang Zihao himself didn't notice it...

Blue's defeat was undoubtedly a carnival for some.

It's simple. In their eyes, if the blue team loses, it means bey loses.

Thinking about it this way, that Bey is even more unable to compare with their Master Wan.

They also want to play for this spot, why can't they?

Some people will kidnap morals, saying that some professional players say that Bey is the one to be afraid of, and Bey should be the one who wants to play.

So what, she lost anyway, she was still a substitute, now they are the ones winning.

Usually, when each of us sees others expressing opinions, we feel that the other person is irritated.

But I never thought that I might become one of them.

They say not to kidnap others morally, but in reality they kidnap others with morals.

Even using ignorance to bolster faith.

After they bombarded bey, they went to bombard the commentators. Of course they had to celebrate when they won, and the way of celebrating was never lonely, but one person set the pace and everyone was excited.

"For protecting Bey like this, are you worthy of being deceived by this commentator?"

"I really didn't expect you to be a southern fan, right? Are you usually that good at jungle, hahaha."

"I hope the commentators can show the professionalism of commentators."

There was a blogger who used to like Bey, but in the end she couldn't gain followers, so she turned black. Anyway, she liked everyone. Who makes Bey so unscrupulous? There is a lot of black material. Unlike other people who compete in the competition, they know their own weight and choose. At this time, I posted a long post about removing fans.

If a girl has money, she will smash it as hard as she can. After all, everyone will beat up the rat crossing the street.

No one has ever seen a dynasty being overturned.

It is not a deserted place, but you walk through the darkness, and every step you take, there will be more traces on your body.

Where is the place full of flowers?

It never really matters.

What matters is what you fight for.

Mo Bei walked past, her messy black hair tied up randomly. Looking from the side, she looked like she had just gone to No. 1 Middle School.

He is as cool and cold as a prince from a comic book.

There won't even be a pleat on the white shirt.

His back was as straight and straight as if he was not afraid even if a mountain pressed down on him.

Especially when she came against the light, stood in the light, and looked sideways at people, she was extremely gentle.

Because, this time, there was someone next to her.

"Brother Nan!"

Suddenly, a shout broke through the entire arena.

Mo Nan and Mo Bei raised their heads at the same time, after all, it was a conditioned reflex.

At some unknown time, three people were standing on the railing, and they were being chased by security guards.

But those three people were quite naughty, each of them was holding on to a corner, and one of the boys even wore...makeup? ? Makeup?

It's Zhao Jianjian, the ladies and the others!

Obviously they all went to university separately and moved to different cities, but the ladies became beauty bloggers.

But we all understand that it is not easy to get together.

But they still came, and they were still disobedient to discipline as before, and even the second graders made a sign.

It read: "Who am I, Brother Nan, from No. 1 Zhongnan to be afraid of? I will win!"