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Everyone was already over it.

Xie He frowned, and the big guy beside him was startled when he stood up.

“Xie…….”

Xie He: “We’ll fight again in the globals.”

As the competition zone that had produced last year’s global championship team, the European competition zone had two spots this year.

Both the champion and runner up team from their competition zone could enter the globals.

It was also this privilege that had made the fight for this year’s global competition more intense.

Was this a battle between teams?

No, it was a fight for the glory of the entire competition zone!

There was no doubt that Yuan Ze had lost.

Wei Xiao looked at him. “Captain Yuan?”

Captain Yuan was grumpy. “Useless things!”

These words could only be said in private. If they were really heard by God Xie, it would turn into real person PK for sure.

It just happened that the camera was now focused on the interview. God Xie, who’d just lost the game, still had a strong presence about him. It was as though the whole venue was his home, and Y1 was just a little ant that he would step on sooner or later.

“In the global competition, EVE will definitely defeat Y1.”

So what if he lost? These harsh words still had to be sent out.

Xie He’s character drew both fans and haters.

The haters cursed him to death, and his fans loved him to death. Both sides were extreme.

Wei Xiao pondered for a moment when he heard this. “I’ve decided to help God Xie and Captain Yan out.”

Yuan Ze picked up the joke out of habit. “How?”

Wei Xiao: “If EVE and Y1 are eliminated in advance, they won’t have to fight!”

Those seated who understood Chinese: “…………”

They shouldn’t complain about Xie He. This guy from their own team was even more crazy!

Out of the major competition zones, China was the only one still competing for first and second place.

As the host for this year’s global competition, the champion teams from each of the other competition zones had already set up their flight tickets one after another in order to arrive ahead of time.

The competition committee was very busy, especially the China competition zone branch.

The domestic finals had to be set up beautifully as people from all over the world would also be watching the game.

This finals game was the warm-up to the global finals, and it was even being held at the same venue.

They had to show off the scale and ability of their competition zone, and they mustn’t lose face.

While they made it a bigger event, it also made this competition in China into a global highlight.

Captain Yuan, who’d lost the bet, made an appointment for a training match with TPT.

Unexpectedly, Kim Sung-hyun called Lu Feng before they started playing.

“Your opponents are very strong, hey.”

Lu Feng: “Hm?”

Kim Sung-hyun cleared his throat. “We had a training session with them. Seven matches, four wins.”

Pro was the team who had four wins, of course. But the fact that TPT was able to take three wins meant that they weren’t very average at all.

Lu Feng nodded. “TPT has grown up this year.”

Kim Sung-hyun and Lu Feng had a good relationship, and the proud flower didn’t feel as much guilt as the others, so he’d occasionally kept in touch with Lu Feng over the past three years.

During the era of the Team of Gods, Kim Sung-hyun had already decided to leave a long time ago. He’d originally been sold to China and had wanted to return when the contract expired. There was nothing to find fault with there.

Of course, while that might be the truth, it didn’t prevent his heart from feeling uncomfortable. So, Kim Sung-hyun had also given up on the singles competition.

What was more unexpected was the way Kim Sung-hyun focused on Eurostar.

Basically, any team that played against TPT would have a strong impression of Fu Li.

This player was really special, both similar to Yan Jiang and yet not. He was both a player and coach, and his overall strength in the canyon was too exaggerated.

It was probably because Kim Sung-hyun was an ADC that he was more sensitive to Eurostar.

“He took six different marksman heroes over seven games, and each one was played well. He’s especially good at hiding from junglers, and it made our own jungler look like a big bull that was stomping around everywhere.”

“I don’t know what he’s been through, but his nose is as sensitive as a dog’s and he’s always able to dodge away by a step before anyone reveals themselves…”

Kim Sung-hyun’s early experience was quite fierce. He’d been nicknamed proud flower, but he hadn’t actually been a greenhouse flower that was protected by everyone.

When he was in the Team of Gods, he wouldn’t be able to eat even a fart if he couldn’t snatch it for himself (naturally, no one would want to eat farts).

So, he never cowered and was taken by surprise by the cowardly baby Eurostar, refreshing his understanding of the position.

After listening to him, Lu Feng added a sentence, “He has a good relationship with Quiet.”

Kim Sung-hyun was stunned.

Lu Feng: “The two of them solo together often.”

Kim Sung-hyun: “…………”

He got it. At the same time, he also felt a bit of heartache; no wonder he was so sensitive, no wonder Park Guizhi was unable to catch him.

With Little Lunatic Wei training him up, he’d already become a god by not giving up on the game.

After chatting about TPT, Kim Sung-hyun changed the topic and finally got to the key point.

“I heard that Yuan Ze is living at your place?”

Lu Feng: “……”

Regardless of whether it was the old or the new base, it was still their place.

Kim Sung-hyun cleared his throat and said cautiously, “We booked our tickets for tomorrow.”

Lu Feng: “I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up.” They were all old friends, and he would definitely help with this small thing.

Kim Sung-hyun hinted, “We haven’t confirmed where we’re staying yet.”

Lu Feng: “……”

This crazy hinting was almost explicit. Kim Sung-hyun continued, “Any recommendations?”

Lu Feng understood Kim Sung-hyun very well. At this time, if he continued to act as though he didn’t understand, it was very likely that he would come over and blow up the base in anger.

“You don’t mind living with Yuan Ze?” Lu Feng asked him.

Kim Sung-hyun coughed dryly. “What’s there to mind? Didn’t we live together during the winter training camp.”

Lu Feng: “Oh.”

Kim Sung-hyun was anxious. “So, is there anywhere to live or not?”

Lu Feng: “…… Yes.”

Kim Sung-hyun: “Then, we’ll…”

Lu Feng: “As long as you’re willing.”

Kim Sung-hyun was delighted: Little Close was still more clever and sensible!

It was easy for L&P to arrange a training match with TPT.

TPT’s manager agreed as soon as they offered, without even asking the players’ opinions. Naturally, the players didn’t have any objections.

There were some default rules for training matches. They wouldn’t share the replay with others, but Wei Xiao and the others didn’t need to wait to watch the replay…

They squatted directly in the training room.

This was a bit underhanded, but the really underhanded one was Fu Li.

They played three training games, and L&P won them all easily.

Old G: “That’s it?” He’d learned a new phrase and was quickly making use of it.

Yuan Ze went straight to the point. “They’re obviously not trying their best.”

Gary: “That’s right… the whole network knows where we live.”

Fu Li would be possessed if he wasn’t on guard against them.

Wei Xiao disdained Yuan Ze. “It’s your fault.”

Yuan Ze: “???”

Wei Xiao glared at him. “If you weren’t living at FTW, they would let loose and play properly.”

FTW was definitely ambitious. How would they give up on the opportunity to train against L&P? This was clearly because they were afraid of alerting FTW.

Yuan Ze was choked half to death by his words. “If I wasn’t living at FTW…” Would I still be making an appointment for a training match for you at all?!

Wei Xiao: “Sigh, God Kim is still better, and he’s also better with giving oral accounts.”

Yuan Ze: “……………………”

It really was a case of the later generations suppressing the older ones and killing them off. What kind of fengshui did FTW have? How had they raised up such players where each player was only more beastly than the last?

There were two days left before the national finals.

FTW was in a good state overall. They’d practiced many new routines over several training match sessions, and their top-jungler linkage had gradually been honed to its essence, while the overall progress of their team had been speedy.

However, if a problem had to be identified with their team, there was one.

Little Ning had been an uneasy state these past few days.

Previously, for the semi-finals against 3U, Wei Xiao had trained hard with Yue Wenle and forcibly grinded out his survival ability so that he would be able to hold up the bottom lane, win against Brother Sleep, and take a quadrakill to win their ticket to the finals.

This time, when they were up against Fu Li, there would undoubtedly be a lot of pressure on the middle lane.

But Wei Xiao hadn’t shown the slightest intention to polish Ning Zhehan.

Little Ning was introverted, stopping just short of speaking about it a few times. Brother Cai discovered it and asked Wei Xiao privately, “Aren’t you going to train Brother Ning?”

Wei Xiao looked at him. “How did our Little Ning provoke you?”

Brother Cai: “…………”

He spoke bad-temperedly, “We’re about to fight against TPT. Aren’t you going to train him a bit? Like you did with Old Yue.”

Wei Xiao: “Little Ning isn’t Old Yue.”

Brother Cai grew curious. “What, is Little Ning better than Old Yue?”

This was a bit of a touchy question.

Wei Xiao was very keen. “What, did Little Ning go looking for you?”

Bai Cai: “No, but I think he’s a little flustered.”

Wei Xiao thought about it briefly. “I’ll go talk to him.”

Unexpectedly, Ning Zhehan came to find him even before Wei Xiao went looking for him.

Little Ning, who was the youngest on the team and the least experienced, also had the smallest amount of courage.

But he summoned up his courage and called out to Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao felt both amusement and heartache when he saw him like this. “What?”

Ning Zhehan’s granny gray hair had faded, showing wisps of a golden color. “I… I want to solo!”

Wei Xiao: “You want assault style training?”

Ning Zhehan nodded hard. “Yes!”

Wei Xiao didn’t say anything.

Ning Zhehan added hurriedly, “I’m not afraid; I’m not afraid of anything!”

As long as he didn’t drag the team down, as long as they could win the finals, as long as they could obtain the global competition quota, he could deal with unlimited bitterness!

Wei Xiao lowered his voice and said softly, “No need.”

Ning Zhehan was stunned and looked up abruptly, meeting his gaze with eyes filled with panic.

What did he mean…

What did ‘no need’ mean…

Was it that solo wouldn’t help him improve? Was it that he wouldn’t be able to get stronger in a couple of days? Was it that he…

Half a second of time was enough for Ning Zhehan’s face to turn ghostly pale.

Wei Xiao finished his words, “Just keep up the status quo.”

Ning Zhehan was in a daze, his brain filled with cotton.

Wei Xiao sighed. “This is the countermeasure that we came up with after discussing it with the captain. I originally didn’t want to tell you, but…”

Since he was already this nervous, it would be more detrimental not to say it.

Ning Zhehan stuttered and asked, “What countermeasure?”

Wei Xiao: “The countermeasure is to remain the same without changing, using the simplest Little Ning to deal with the most slippery Old Fu Li.”

xiin: the simplest Little Ning~