Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me.

"Get out of the way! Do you know what it means to respect the old and love the young?" Old Wei kicked Bai Shu's calf in annoyance. Bai Shu moved a little, and then quickly recovered: "No, Boss Wei, I really can't move anymore, just move me to the side and lie down."

After saying that, he turned over and pointed his butt towards Lao Wei.

"Fuck you." Old Wei kicked Bai Shu's butt in annoyance, and finally chose to sit down on another sofa helplessly.

The first round of the playoffs, Team Tyranny vs. Team Happy, overtime, officially begins today.

Bai Shu collapsed on the sofa in the box and didn't want to move. No matter how Lao Wei kicked him, he was unwilling to move.

"Where's the energy you guys brought in just now?" Zhang Jiale said gloatingly. Bai Shu had indeed been quite busy these past two days. Right after he arrived and put his things down, before his butt even touched the bench, Ye Xiu, Li Wen, and Lao Wei dragged him to training together. The focus of the training was on Bai Shu.

Lao Wei was also running some business for the Embers team today and was exhausted. After the two of them came in with their special tickets, they looked at each other and rushed directly into the box, using their last bit of strength to occupy the largest and most comfortable sofa.

Obviously, Bai Shu won the final victory.

In the past few days, after Bai Shu and Jun Moxiao fought, they fought against Wu Jing's Kuang Jian, and then competed with Baozi's Rogue and Tang Rou's Han Yanrou.

The first two were fine, but as for the last two... one fought casually and aimlessly, while the other was full of fighting spirit and seemed to never get tired, torturing Bai Shu badly.

Even though Xingxin had a game today, Li Wen still organized training, and the intensity was even higher than when they were in the club.

As a professional player, Bai Shu would definitely not make excuses to shirk training, nor would he do anything sneaky or dishonest, but... it is really tiring.

Lu Liang and Zhang Jiale looked at each other, and held Bai Shu's arm and moved to the edge of the sofa, leaning on the armrest: "Young people recover quickly, and they will be fine tomorrow."

"Yeah, that's not possible for us." Zhang Jiale shrugged.

"By the way, where are Xiao Wen and the others?" Old Wei asked with some confusion, tilting his head to look behind them.

"They said they wanted to buy something or something, so they asked us to come over and see if you two were okay." Lu Liang shrugged.

"Hey, seriously, what can we possibly do...huh?"

There seemed to be some sound coming from the gap in the door that was not completely closed. Zhang Jiale was stunned for a moment and opened the door.

Well, it’s quite lively now. Just at the door of the box on the left, the Samsara team are chatting there, carrying large and small bags.

Obviously, the Samsara team also came to see which team between Tyranny and Happy would win in the end, and they just happened to run into Li Wen and his team.

Next to Fang Minghua was a girl full of energy, who was excitedly asking Chu Yunxiu something, and next to her was Fang Minghua, the big brother of the Samsara team.

Zhang Jiale naturally had an impression of this girl, Fang Minghua's wife, the kind who had obtained a marriage certificate. When Fang Minghua got married, all the members of the Samsara team and even the retired old members of the Samsara team came back specially, and it was quite a lively celebration.

Neither side expected to see each other here. After a brief chat, they returned to their respective boxes.

Everyone was already an opponent, and no one was the first to speak up, as watching the game together was a somewhat inappropriate thing to do at the moment.

"The morale of the Samsara team is very high." Fang Rui narrowed his eyes: "In the next game, Hu Sai will have to think carefully about how to dampen their spirits."

"This is not easy to prepare... Here, Lao Zhang, the Coke you wanted." Fang Shijing smiled and threw a can of Coke to Zhang Jiale: "It's delicious."

"Thank you very much... Hmm? Where is Captain Chu? Didn't we say we would watch the game together?" Zhang Jiale was stunned.

Lin Jingyan smiled and said, "Fang Minghua's wife dragged him over there to chat."

"Is that so..." Zhang Jiale nodded.

Li Wen adjusted the equipment in the box, lowered the voice of the commentator slightly, and sat down next to Bai Shu with a smile: "Are you still not feeling well, Brother Bai Shu?"

"That's about it. Don't worry, tomorrow's training will go on as usual! I have to give that rat invader a good beating!"

From his gnashing of teeth, it was easy to sense his resentment towards Baozi.

Lin Jingyan also deeply agrees with this.

To be honest, Lin Jingyan has played in the professional league for nine years and has been a gangster for more than ten years. He asks himself if there is anyone who has more say than him in the field of gangsterism. However, he has really never seen a gangster more outrageous than Baozi.

I don’t understand it. I really don’t understand it.

Lin Jingyan patted Bai Shu's shoulder to show his sympathy.

"The game is about to start. Is there anyone who wants to play?" Old Wei looked at the time and asked cheerfully.

"Play? How do we play?" Bai Shu suddenly became interested.

"In each round, you guess the players of both teams. The person who makes the most mistakes will be responsible for running errands to buy water and food. I'll pay for it." Old Wei said cheerfully, "Do you want to play?"

"Let's play. I happen to have a notebook with notes here, so why not add another one? And guess the result of the single game and add it to the total score."

Everyone was happy to participate in this kind of eyesight test. After a few people divided the papers, they asked Li Wen, who did not participate in any such form of fun, to be the notary.

When the two sides began to shake hands, Li Wen had already collected the first wave of notes.

[Let me see, let me see... Oh? Everyone's answers are unexpectedly consistent.] Su Muqiu was happy because everyone's notes had the same name written on them.

Team Tyranny, starting member Song Qiying.

Xingxin team, starting member Tang Rou.

"Everyone's answer is the same." Li Wen said with a smile.

"Is the first game still a little too easy?" Old Wei curled his lips: "Well, this game will depend on the result in three minutes, right?"

"No problem." Lao Fang smiled, ordered the watch, and put the phone aside.

Everyone held a pen and paper in their hands, waiting for three minutes to submit their answers.

The overtime maps are randomly selected from the dedicated overtime maps. It all depends on luck which map you get.

After the individual competition was cancelled, this round of selection became even more crucial.

[Bibiker's Death Arena]!
Although it is an arena map, it is not as open as a regular arena. It is more like a small maze with many cover.

It can be seen that Tang Rou has frowned slightly. She doesn't like this kind of map very much.

Song Qiying, among all the new generation players, is known as the Little Zhang Xinjie. His playing style is rigorous but proactive, which is most suitable for such a map. Fang Rui muttered something, wrote down an answer on the paper first, and then tore open the potato chips and started eating.

"Who did you write about?"

"What's the matter? You want to peek at the answer, right?" Fang Rui glanced at Zhang Jiale warily.

Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes, said something moral, then turned around and wrote down his answer.

Without much hesitation, Qiu Fei directly wrote down the name of his junior sister and then handed in the answer.

"It's not time yet, Xiao Qiu."

"No need to change it, just keep it this way." Qiu Fei shook his head and insisted.

The game on the field was very intense. Neither side was a sneaky player. They chose to meet at the first opportunity. Just one minute into the game, the two began to meet in the open area in the center.

Tang Rou's moves were fierce, and Song Qiying's responses were steady. In a trance, everyone seemed to see One Autumn Leaf and One Smoke in the Desert.

But Tang Rou is not Ye Xiu, and Song Qiying and Han Wenqing’s styles are also somewhat different.

One kept attacking, while the other one used the surrounding cover in a planned way to block a lot of skills.

At this point, three minutes were up and everyone had handed in their answers. Bai Shu scratched his head and said, "Actually, it's not that suspenseful, is it? Tang Rou's playing style is really too reckless. Although it has a lot more rules than when she was a rookie, she still seems to be mainly based on hand speed like Liu Xiaobie. She is much weaker in other aspects. Like Liu Xiaobie, she can be considered a pseudo-first-tier player, right?"

"Pseudo first-line...this term." Lu Liang blinked.

Although we haven't really entered the late stage yet, the result of the game is already very clear.

The long river sunset will win.

In the first game, except Qiu Fei, all the other members of the Ember Team answered correctly.

The moment the result of the match came out, everyone began to hurriedly write down who they thought would be the No. 2 player for Team Xingxin.

This point is not easy to guess, because the Happy team has too many players in the ranking, including Ye Xiu, Guo Mingyu, Qiao Yifan, Wu Jing, Mo Fan, and even... Baozi Invasion.

But time was limited, so those who couldn't guess the answer just wrote a random answer and submitted it.

The members of the Xingxin team did not keep everyone waiting too long.

Number two...

Baozi invasion!

"It's Baozi. Who wrote Baozi?"

"Um, I wrote Lao Guo."

"Mine is Qiao Yifan..."

After checking the answers, in the end only old Wei Meng got the candidate right.

"Bullshit, who is guessing? I determined it after rigorous guessing, bold speculation, and ultimately rich experience, okay? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!" Old Wei cursed unhappily.

Fang Shijing rolled his eyes: "Let's not talk about other things first, just look at the words you said, which one can be associated with Baozi?"

"Um, this, which one, this..." Lao Wei blinked and kept silent, as if, indeed, probably, none of the words had anything to do with steamed buns.

The result of this game is even more difficult to guess. After all, when Baozi appears on the stage, he will either be a super god or a super ghost.

When he is in good shape, he can even challenge Tang Hao, and you might even win.

When he is in bad shape, he can even lose to the unknown players in the small team.

The most unexpected player, this is everyone's evaluation of Baozi. When he is strong, he is very strong, and when he is weak, he is inexplicably weak.

It's exactly the same as his unpredictable fighting style.

However, what is easier to guess than who the Xingxin team will send out in this game is that there are only two options in this game.

Without any prior agreement, everyone simply wrote down a name and handed it in immediately before the game started.

The outcome of this round does not depend on them, but on Baozi's condition. After all, Baozi still has the advantage, but he has a history of being killed by others in the final stage.

Therefore, even though Song Qiying only had about 30% of his health left, no one could assert that Baozi would definitely win.

Baozi played very well in this round. His occasional sharp moves directly brought down Song Qiying, who was known for his rigor. In the second round, he made even greater progress. He dodged most of Rota's skills with unpredictable movements, knocked Rota out with a brilliant brick, and killed him with a series of Dominant Punches.

The score started to reverse!
"The third player to come on the field is indeed Lao Zhao's Hai Wuliang..."

"Baozi has also reached his limit, but... do you think that Lao Zhao's Boundless Sea seems to be a bit similar to Xiao Rui's Qigong master's fighting style?" Zhang Jiale hesitated for a long time and spoke.

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole box was silent for a moment. Before Zhang Jiale said it, no one had thought much about it. But after Zhang Jiale said it, when everyone started to think about it, it seemed...

“Oh my god, they’re stealing my skills!” Fang Rui was the first to jump out in displeasure: “Why are you the same as Song Xiao? Isn’t that a bit too much?”

"That's enough, your idea is just a little bit similar. Change from the original strong attack to the technical aspect. Also, could you please control your smug expression a little?" Lu Liang curled his lips.

"Brother Rui... don't go to the Qigong Master Bar to defend yourself again." Li Wen thought of something and said helplessly: "Sister Wei has come to me several times. She said that it's useless for you to open a small account. You are the only one in the entire Qigong Master Bar who has defended yourself. The pressure on the PR team is very high... Sister Wei said that if you come a few more times, she will go to the door of your dormitory... um, arrange for people to take turns sleeping on the floor."

In fact, Sister Wei’s original words were that if it happened again, she would hang herself at the door of Fang Rui’s dormitory and let Fang Rui get sued.

“Uh…” Fang Rui, whose thoughts were guessed, laughed awkwardly and nodded: “I understand.”

Fang Rui still has some lingering fears about Sister Wei from the Public Relations Department.

After defeating Baozi's invasion, Hai Wuliang continued to advance at a high speed, killed Wu Jing who followed up, and severely injured Qiao Yifan's Yi Cun Hui. Finally, his mana was exhausted and Qiao Yifan seized the opportunity to withdraw from the competition.

Although the following match between Qin Muyun and Qiao Yifan was also remarkable, everyone's minds were no longer on this match. Their attention was completely focused on the final match that was about to begin.

Han Wenqing's Desert Smoke versus Ye Xiu's Lord Grim...

(End of this chapter)