Chapter 1611 If You Can't Try?

"If you can't try?"

Han Wenqing's words stunned everyone.

"Then... we can only persist in and perfect this style of play." Zhang Xinjie added to Han Wenqing's premise, perfecting this possibility.

So everyone was silent. As for why they couldn't try, this was a question that gossip lovers must care about. But as opponents of Happy, this may not be important. What they need to value is the result: what kind of player will Mo Fan grow into?

"Let's go back and take a closer look at this player's game recordings!" Zhang Xinjie said.

And the game, in the end, Mo Fan won. As soon as it ended, Song Qiying rushed out of the competition seat and walked quickly towards Happy's competition seat.

"This little guy is still so obsessed with the players after the game? This is even more excessive than Zhang Xinjie!" Fang Rui said.

"Do you think Mo Fan will pay attention to him?" Wei Chen asked.

"Uh... that depends on whether Mo Fan can understand his intentions. If he understands, he won't refuse, right?" Fang Rui said.

As soon as he said this, Mo Fan also walked out of Happy's competition seat, not looking at the other end at all, and walked straight to the steps off the stage.

"Hey!" Song Qiying shouted when he saw this, and simply ran over, finally catching up with Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked at him strangely, puzzled.

Song Qiying's physique seemed pretty average. He gasped for breath after running a few steps.

"I'm saying... how can you fight like this?" Song Qiying said.

Mo Fan frowned, obviously not understanding what Song Qiying wanted to say, so he ignored him and turned to leave.

Song Qiying didn't stop him, but walked quickly to Song Qiying's side, panting heavily: "How can you have such an attack rhythm? Why don't you continue the offensive in one go? With your skills, wouldn't that be more powerful?" Song Qiying said.

This time, Mo Fan understood. He didn't stop walking, but turned his head to look at Song Qiying and said, "I can't."

"Why can't you?" Song Qiying asked.

Why can't he?

This question made Mo Fan think for a while, but he still couldn't organize a description that could be explained clearly. In the end, he gave Song Qiying a frustrating answer: "Because I can't."

"What do you mean because you can't! Hey, there should be a reason for everything, right? Do you have to do this kind of rhythm? What makes you have to stick to this rhythm?" Song Qiying continued to ask.

Mo Fan's frown deepened, but he didn't know how to answer. He just wanted to get rid of this annoying guy next to him as soon as possible, and his pace couldn't help but quicken.

"Why don't you talk? Oh, is it your secret? Uh, if we are opponents, then I really shouldn't ask so much, but I think your style of play still has many places worth correcting!" Song Qiying shouted.

When he said this, he had already arrived at Happy's player seat. Mo Fan accelerated again and walked to his seat. Song Qiying followed here, and also knew that he couldn't possibly drill into Happy's player seat to sit, so he could only look helpless. And everyone on Happy's side also heard his last words, their eyes wide with surprise. They thought that Song Qiying was chasing Mo Fan just to touch his hand, and they were still mocking him for being more rigid and stubborn than Zhang Xinjie! Who would have thought that this guy had been pestering Mo Fan all the way just to say these things to him?

"Little friend." Ye Xiu opened his mouth to speak, "You're right, his style of play does have many places that can be improved. But you too, you also have many places that need to be improved."

"I will work hard, but he..." Song Qiying looked unwilling.

"He will also work hard, looking forward to your next duel." Ye Xiu smiled.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior." Song Qiying actually bowed to Ye Xiu.

"Don't do this..." Ye Xiu hurriedly tried to stop him, but how could he be in time? The whole audience burst into an uproar, with various boos and whistles.

"See... I told you not to!" Ye Xiu said helplessly. Song Qiying actually bowed to Ye Xiu, no matter what the reason, Tyranny fans would be very unhappy!

"It should be." Song Qiying stubbornly insisted. The reaction of the audience didn't seem to make him feel regret. After saying this, he returned to their Tyranny player seat. The old generals of Tyranny looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"What's going on? What did Ye Xiu say to you?" Zhang Xinjie asked.

"Don't take what that guy says to heart. It's all trash talk, understand?" Zhang Jiale said very seriously.

"He just said that I still have many places to improve," Song Qiying said.

"Oh, that sounds like a human word?" Zhang Jiale wondered, and looked at Happy's side. As a result, he saw Ye Xiu also looking over, smiling and waving when he saw Zhang Jiale looking over.

Zhang Jiale decisively turned his head back, and said with a gloomy face: "Try to have as little contact with him as possible, understand? Look how cunning his smile is."

Song Qiying looked back, very puzzled. Why couldn't he see anything cunning in that smile?

"Alright, go and rest. Don't take victory or defeat too seriously." Zhang Xinjie said to Song Qiying.

Song Qiying nodded and sat back in his seat, but his mind was still thinking about the game just now. Why must he use this rhythm? Song Qiying was curious about this question.

At this time, the players for the third match of the individual competition on both sides had already appeared. Happy was still Su Mucheng and her Dancing Rain, while Tyranny was actually Zhang Jiale and his Dazzling Hundred Blossoms.

"It's time for us to get a point!" Amidst Zhang Jiale's message spam, the two gunner classes began their confrontation. In the end, Zhang Jiale completed his scoring declaration, defeated Su Mucheng, and finally helped Tyranny get 1 point in the individual competition.

After that, in the team arena, Happy sent Fang Rui, Baozi, and Tang Rou. Tyranny sent Qin Muyun, Bai Yanfei, and Han Wenqing. The two sides fought back and forth, all the way to the fifth round, and in the end, Tyranny won.

"Bao Rongxing's instability is really a headache! When he's good, he's magical, but when he's not good, it's like he's sleepwalking." Everyone could see that the turning point of the team arena was on Baozi. His performance after entering the arena this time was not very good, and he was easily defeated by Bai Yanfei. Tang Rou faced more than one opponent and ultimately failed to succeed in the reverse attack, and Tyranny won another 2 points.

At this point, the individual events ended, and Tyranny temporarily led 3 to 2. The team competition would determine today's winner.

"Pay more attention to Zhang Xinjie's style of play in the team competition. If I remember correctly, he's your idol, right?" Before going on stage, Ye Xiu said to An Wenyi.

This young man, who was at the center of the storm, was still grasping Happy's lifeline game by game. Although Happy won 10 to 0 in the last round, the team competition mainly relied on strong attacks. As the defensive end's healer, An Wenyi had limited performance in the last game. And now, it was time to fight a tough battle again. Tyranny... An Wenyi turned out to be a fan of this team. But after joining Happy, he gradually developed a sense of belonging to Happy, and his feelings for Tyranny became a little indifferent. The first time he played against them in the first half of the league, An Wenyi still had a strange feeling, but this time he was very calm.

Zhang Xinjie? An Wenyi glanced at Tyranny's player seat. Zhang Xinjie was sitting upright on his seat, closing his eyes to rest.

"I've watched his games many times." An Wenyi said. He wanted to improve, to progress. How could he not have thought of learning from the great gods? An Wenyi was already very familiar with watching Zhang Xinjie's games to learn.

"Watching recordings and experiencing it in real combat are very different. Pay more attention!" Ye Xiu said.

"I will." An Wenyi, he now desperately wanted to grow into a super healer overnight. He wouldn't miss any way or opportunity to improve. Experiencing Zhang Xinjie's level as the number one healer in real combat was indeed a rare opportunity. There were only two opportunities in a season.

Soon, the time to enter the arena had arrived.

Happy's starting lineup was Ye Xiu, Su Mucheng, Fang Rui, Qiao Yifan, and An Wenyi, with Tang Rou as the sixth player, the same lineup as when they fought Samsara.

And Tyranny's starting lineup was Han Wenqing, Lin Jingyan, Bai Yanfei, Qin Muyun, and Zhang Xinjie, with Song Qiying as the sixth player.

"Tyranny is still sticking to their rotation policy. Zhang Jiale only played in the individual competition and did not appear in the team competition lineup." Pan Lin said after seeing Tyranny's lineup. This season, even Han Wenqing was no longer an unshakable main force. He, Lin Jingyan, and Zhang Jiale, these three veterans, had not appeared together in the team competition for a long time.

The rotations of other teams are based on targeted adjustments according to their opponents. But Tyranny's rotation seems to be for the sake of rotation. This system has been going on for half a season. When the initial results were not good, it was once questioned. But as the results gradually stabilized, the voices of doubt finally lessened. But even so, Tyranny's record this season is far less strong than last season. And this kind of rotation doesn't seem like a tactical need, but more like a way for older players to reduce the consumption of matches to maintain their condition. After understanding this point, what people were left with was a sigh.

In the end, Tyranny won the team competition.

Although Zhang Jiale did not play, their lineup was old and cunning enough. Happy's An Wenyi's shortcomings were magnified as soon as he encountered a strong team, especially since Tyranny had the number one healer in Glory in this game. In the direct comparison of the two healers' technical statistics, An Wenyi suffered a crushing defeat.

"Sigh..." An Wenyi sighed. He was almost numb to failure. And in this direct dialogue with Zhang Xinjie, the other party's performance made An Wenyi madly generate the idea of "I can't do it."

After the match, the players shook hands with each other to show respect. An Wenyi's head had been hanging very low. Now every defeat in Happy's team competition had his reasons. He estimated that in the eyes of his opponents, he was probably that "pig-like teammate", and he didn't want to face such eyes.

"The timing of the grasp is very accurate." It wasn't until he heard someone say this while shaking hands with him that he raised his head.

"Now I finally understand why Happy would insist on choosing you." Zhang Xinjie, the number one healer he had admired for a long time, was standing in front of him, saying this to him.