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Chapter 33 Guidance Competition

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    Walked back to his seat and stuffed the photo into Luo Mingxiao's arms: "You're welcome."

    Luo Mingxiao threw the photo back with a stinky face: "Come on, if I get Xiao team's photo, I can still accept it, after all, they are good-looking. Why should I take this back and waist back, to ward off evil spirits!"

    Ye Fenglin shrugged, and put the photo back into the bag that Luo Mingxiao carried back today: "Even if you take it back and put it on the door to ward off evil spirits, it has nothing to do with me. I worked so hard to get it back for you anyway.  The prize, you don't take it well!"

    Being choked by Ye Fenglin, Luo Mingxiao had nothing to say, he could only touch his nose and sit down silently.

    Later, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and mentioned the boring match that Ye Fenglin played against Gale before.

    "I vaguely saw some signs just now, but I don't know if I'm thinking right. The reason why you and Dafeng have played for so long in this match is that the match just now was actually a guide match, right?  "

    Ye Fenglin looked at this man with a surprised look, and suddenly there was a feeling that my family had a girl who had just grown up, and she couldn't help but sighed: "I didn't expect that, you finally have this day to see  One, two, three in the game."

    This exaggerated emotional expression made Luo Mingxiao's face darken successfully: "How bad am I in your heart? I am also a member of a professional team.  You can still see some of it!"

    Ye Fenglin nodded with satisfaction: "It's not that it's bad, it's just that you have finally grown up, and now you can see the difference between ordinary competitions and coaching competitions. I believe that if you work hard, you may be able to truly  Those who can play professionally."

    Suddenly being encouraged, Luo Mingxiao felt an urge to play the game immediately: "I said that as long as you have the heart, the iron rod will be ground into a needle! I didn't expect that I would be affirmed by you one day."

    Ye Fenglin looked at him dumbfounded, and then asked, "Tell me. How did you find out that I was playing a coaching match with Dafeng just now?"

    Rubbing his chin and thinking for a while, Luo Mingxiao said: "It was a feeling at first, but then I noticed that many places seem to be in a different situation, but in fact you always push Dafeng into a corner. And Dafeng  Part of it is operated by the back hand, a perspective that is not very clear, if the hand micro-operation is not good, it is easy to flash and hit the wall with the flash skill."

    Ye Fenglin nodded affirmatively: "Just now I did play a coaching match with him. When the match started yesterday, I went back at night and watched the video for a replay.  In a single position, I have a bad habit of operating with the second hand, especially when the opponent forces him to the left and can't see people clearly, Dafeng is easy to eagerly hand over the displacement skills in his hand. In fact, sometimes  There is no need to hand over the movement skills in the current situation, and if it is not clear, handing over the skills hastily may put you to death."

    Ye Fenglin's analysis.  Luo Mingxiao was amazed, pulled his hair, recalled yesterday's game, and found that many details have been blurred, so he could only ask: "But if you are hunted down and handed over your displacement skills, that's not a routine operation  ?"

    Ye Fenglin nodded, and did not deny Luo Mingxiao's statement: "Sometimes surrendering skills is inevitable, but sometimes it is just a superfluous action. Dafeng's operation is very good, and his consciousness is also very good, but in  In many cases, there will be some unnecessary operations, wasting skills and wasting time, and the details need to be optimized.¡±

    Luo Mingxiao nodded and didn't say much.  Just turned on the phone.

    Ye Fenglin leaned over and found that it was the coaching match just now.

    "After watching the guide repeatedly, you can't see anything. You might as well analyze the regular game."

    Ye Fenglin patted him on the shoulder.

    "The reason why the guidance takes so long may seem boring to outsiders, but it is precisely because of this one-on-one that in many cases it varies from person to person. Dafeng's habits are different from yours. Look at him.  There is no result in guiding the competition."

    Luo Mingxiao's eyes lit up, he put the phone back again, and then hurriedly asked: "Then tell me what's wrong with me now? If I can correct it in time, will there be any progress?"

    It is rare to see this person eager to make progress, Ye Fenglin thought for a while, and said: "Your problem is that when there are too many people, you tend to panic easily, throwing out all the messy skills, regardless of whether you hit the opponent or not."  .¡±

    Luo Mingxiao blushed, trying to justify himself: "It's because there are too many people, so I panic, if I don't throw skills, if they??He beat me to death before this, what should I do?  And the way I played games before was to press whichever skill button was on.  "

    Ye Fenglin sighed: "I told you about your problem a long time ago. If you play games like this, it's better to connect an external keyboard. When someone comes, slap the keyboard and hit it."

    Luo Mingxiao curled his lips, but didn't speak.

    On the stage, the two were chatting and analyzing their previous directing skills, and two rounds of lucky audiences had been drawn again.

    "This time the drawing method is slightly different." Seeing that there was only the last quota left, the host made a fool of himself.

    "We have three lucky spectators who were drawn before, and each said a number to form the seat number of the last lucky spectator this time."

    Hearing this, Ye Fenglin frowned.

    When the microphone was placed by his side, he glanced at the people around him lightly, and then reported the area code of his location.

    When the surrounding audience heard this, many people immediately understood Ye Fenglin's thoughts.

    Several little girls were not far away, and they had gathered together and laughed.

    Luo Mingxiao's chances of winning the lottery were reduced again, so he naturally became extremely excited.

    Ye Fenglin couldn't hold back his thoughts: "This time, the professional player on stage is the captain of Team Biu. He is a team that has won two consecutive championships in the regular season. Are you sure you can win?"

    Hearing this, Luo Mingxiao, who was a little excited at first, immediately went silent: "I can't win, let alone me. If you go to the field to fight against him, I'm afraid the winning rate will be 50-50."

    Ye Fenglin nodded: "That's right, if you can win me sometime, you might be able to beat him."

    "But I will go up and struggle in this kind of entertainment competition, maybe I still have a chance."

    Luo Mingxiao's mouth is stubborn, and he always has a little luck in his heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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