[2] GLORY

Chapter 210.1 - 210.2

Little Ning's hands had been trembling from when he stepped off stage until now. "Brother Tang..." He was whimpering.

Brother Tang was really a very busy person at the moment. Seeing that Yue Wenle was approaching, he released Little Ning and went to hug him, too. "Badass!"

Granny gray, who was hovering between crying and not: "......"

Yue Wenle was in a daze. "Oh."

He was obviously out of power. He looked like he needed some potato chips to continue on living.

Brother Cai didn't want this hug of love and tried to avoid it. Unfortunately, Comrade Tang was too broad and blocked the entrance, stopping him with an arm and giving him a hug.

Brother Tang: "Cool!"

Bai Cai: "......" He was about to get strangled to death!

Wei Xiao and Lu Feng came at the end. Brother Tang wanted to hug Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao turned back and pounced on Lu Feng, poking his head out to say, "Brother Tang, me and the captain will just hug each other. There's no need to bother you with it!"

Lu Feng: "......"

Wei Xiao ignored it. This was an excuse to hug right out in the open! He'd be missing out for nothing if he didn't hug!

Chen Feng was responsible for pouring cold water over them, "You've only won a small match, yet you're acting like you've already won the national championship?"

Great.

Brother Tang gave them support, and Chen Feng cooled down the atmosphere. This made the small tails of the little ones in the team droop right back down.

Chen Feng would adjust his tone according to their state.

He could encourage them if they were downcast, and pressure them if their egos were inflated. This kind of psychological assistance was part of his job as a coach.

They'd played well in the first match and won beautifully, but there were still many problems. Chen Feng picked out the key points and had them calm down for the next hard fight.

"The entire China competition zone knows that TPT is a team that warms up slowly. Losing the first game is a common occurrence for them, so don't take it lightly..."

The FTW lounge was lively and bustling, while TPT's side was unusually quiet.

After sitting down on the sofa, Eurostar picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank down several gulps of water in one go.

He always liked to laugh and mess around and had a lively personality, but there was no smile on his face right now. The dimples that could often be seen had disappeared.

They'd lost the first match.

They often lost at the start of a game, but the atmosphere had never been as tense as it was now.

What they'd lost wasn't just the first match, but their invincible system of four protecting one.

TPT was very serious about this national final. When it came to their opponent, FTW, they'd also shown absolute respect.

There was no need to test the waters, no need to grope around. They didn't want to lose a single kill or a single match. They'd put in all their effort into this fight, and yet as a result...

They'd lost.

Eurostar felt a little flustered in his heart.

This was a major drawback to the four protecting one system.