My long stream is you

Chapter 509 Hello Coach (6)

The team members looked at each other in blank dismay, and then sat down on the plane one after another.

There is also a computer in front of Mo Xi. This computer is for coaches only. The images from other computers can be transferred to this computer.

Zuo Ci glanced at her lazily, and the electricity he inadvertently released from his peach-blossom eyes made the power supply next to him freeze. However, the person he was looking at didn't seem to notice anything and was staring at the computer screen seriously.

After the fight, Mo Xi looked a little strange.

I thought that professional players must be a lot better than ordinary people, and I thought that I might have a hard time watching it, and I would have to compare it over and over again, but after watching it, Mo Xi felt...

Well, it's ok.

[…] Why does it feel that what Mo Xi wants to say is not this sentence?

"Maoqiu, prepare some videos of the bloody battle team for me."

The videos that Maoqiu found yesterday were all videos of world-class competitions, which can be called the best of the best.

Since this team has not been established for a long time and has not entered such a world-class competition, Mo Xi has not watched their games so far.

Now that I think about it, I naturally have to mention it with the fur ball.

"Coach, how do you feel?" Seeing that Mo Xi hadn't spoken for a long time, some team members couldn't sit still and asked aloud.

Mo Xi nodded and commented pertinently: "Not bad."

She stood up, her temperament still cold and distant, "You can relax today, and I will come up with the plan for you in the evening."

Then she said to Zuo Ci: "Give me your email address, I'll send it back to you, and you will send them the plan."

In the information age, although Mo Xi slept for six hours this morning, she still didn't get enough sleep, so she decided to be lazy and not go down to print it out for them.

Zuo Ci didn't refuse, and quickly gave the mailbox to Mo Xi.

Several other people looked at Zuo Ci with strange expressions.

After Mo Xi left, someone couldn't help but ask, "Boss, have you been dropped?"

Zuo Ci smiled slightly, "Do you want to try?"

The man's heart tightened, and he quickly shook his head.

But Zuo Ci had already sat back in front of the computer, "Come on, don't show mercy."

No, boss, spare him.

Zheng Mingzhe wanted to cry but had no tears, he wished he could slap himself a few times to make him mean, to make him mean.

Why does he speak without thinking?

Mo Xi returned to the room, and with the help of Mao Qiu, he quickly sorted out the data of several people, made a plan based on each person's strengths and weaknesses, and also arranged a friendly match for the team.

After sending the things to Zuoci, she checked the time, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Just as I was about to take a shower, I heard someone knocking on the door.

Behind the door is Zuoci.

Zuo Ci smiled slightly, and after a simple greeting, he issued an invitation, "Can I play a duo with you?"

Mo Xi paused, immediately understood his intention, nodded and said, "Okay."

He casually threw the dark blue neutral pajamas on the bed, and followed Zuo Ci downstairs.

There was a look of deep research in Zuo Ci's eyes.

This Miss Ji's family is completely different from the information.

If it weren't for that document, it would be absolutely impossible to make mistakes, and he would have suspected that this person had changed.

According to the data, Mo Xi, as Miss Ji's family, has never played these games even though she majored in computer science.

But now Zuo Ci's impression of the whole person does not match the person described in the information, so he has made mental preparations, guessing that Mo Xi might play this game.

When they really fought side by side together, he was still taken aback.

Moxi's operation was a little chaotic, like a wild way without formal training and immobile skills, he didn't look like a novice at all, or even a non-professional player.

(End of this chapter)