"Tang Hao did not complain about losing, multi-line operation, strong attack and suppression, skill coordination, tactical thinking..." Song Qiying pushed his eyes and looked at Han Wenqing: "However, what is more important is the suppression of hard power. Before

Verne has been hiding his talent in multiple lanes. If the team competition starts with Napoleon..."

"It doesn't matter, Zhang Xinjie and Ye Xiu are still here." Han Wenqing said expressionlessly.

As long as they are there, there is no need to be too shaken. Han Wenqing only believes in them.

"Sorry, go to the bathroom." Tang Hao's expression was a little pale. The impact Verne gave him before was really too great, that kind of incomparable pressure.

Is this really the same person as before...

"Hey, are you really okay?" Sun Xiang tilted his head and looked at Tang Hao, who had just turned around and left.

Tang Hao glanced at him and shook his head.

"Who is going this time?" Xiao Shiqin sighed: "Xiao Bai, I'm sorry to bother you..."

"No need." Bai Mo glanced at Tang Hao's leaving figure: "This boy's current idol burden is a bit too heavy. If you don't want to understand this, he will always be like that. You have to let him adjust his mentality. Recently, this guy

In fact, it’s a bit too inflated, and now I’m very sleepy.”

There are no generals who always win on the field, and there are no professional players who are always undefeated.

Ye Xiu sighed: "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back if I let you go by yourself... It's time to perform your duties as a team leader."

"That couldn't be better."

Tang Hao looked at himself in the mirror. The water kept flowing down. His face was a little pale and his eyes were reddish, like an evil ghost.

What's wrong with you...are you scared?

Tang Hao realized this terrible thing. He seemed to be really afraid. Since he got the title of Tai Sui, he became more and more afraid. He was afraid of losing. He was afraid that all his little tricks would be taken over by his opponent, and he was afraid of being crushed by his opponent's hard power.

, just like my former self.

I became more and more worried about gains and losses, became more and more afraid, became more and more stressed, and then... lost.

"Tsk, that's enough..." Ye Xiu scratched his head, leaned against the toilet door, and looked helplessly at Tang Hao, who was alone in front of the mirror in a daze: "What are you afraid of? What's so good about it?

Afraid?"

Tang Hao turned to look at Ye Xiu: "I made changes and got the title, but why, why do I still lose!"

"Isn't losing a sure thing?" Ye Xiu sighed: "The opponent has been studying you, studying your behavioral habits, studying your tactical thinking, studying your newly developed playing methods, and almost caught you and stripped you naked.

I have carefully studied it under a magnifying glass, so do you still feel that you are ashamed of losing? You can just have fun with this kind of treatment. I was the only one who had this kind of treatment back then."

"Maybe you think I'm comforting you, but if it can help the Chinese team go further, whatever you think." Ye Xiu yawned, turned around and left, waving his hand: "Okay, now I will lead the team.

I have announced my identity, and the right to challenge the next home game is handed over to you. It’s up to you, just like that, let’s go. I don’t know how far we got in the third game.”

Tang Hao looked at Ye Xiu's back and opened his mouth.

But I don’t know what to say, but... I feel like I will win next time.

It’s better to save the word “thank you” for next time.
Chapter completed!