18-year-old mid laner wants to play professionally

Coco sat in the hotel lobby, looking at her phone, waiting for the team members to go out.

Her mobile phone is not a TV series or a game, but a dialogue that keeps popping up.

Ke Ke is talking to some managers about the transfer period. Although the players are in Korea with her, she still has to deal with the team's affairs.

The current lineup is just a temporary lineup. MW has changed from middle to top, and one is playing professional for the first time.

Zhong Chenming is a team strongly recommended by Coco. The management only let him try based on his stable RANK record. Now they are talking about finding a substitute mid laner or making two-handed preparations. A substitute mid laner is also a good thing.

In fact, the key point is that this time their benefactor father allocated a sum of money in order to revive the team. They allocated a sum of money for them according to the introduction of star players. In other words, they can still buy a star player.

"Buy Dugu." Someone joked in the group.

Someone replied: "Why don't you say buy an NGG?"

The person said before: "Then it becomes NGG, it's just NGG changing its name, it's boring."

Ke Ke interrupted their nonsense: "How is the talk with the prophet?"

"It's hard to say." The person in charge of the prophet said.

Coco: "Then take a look."

"Is Sniper still talking?" Someone asked again.

Just when Zhong Chenming came out of the elevator talking and laughing with Master, Ke Ke glanced at them and typed a few words: "Wait and see first, watch after the training match."

Someone reminded: "Sniper is a bit in demand. I'm afraid I'll talk to others after the training match. It seems that NGG also intends to change the mid laner."

Coco repeated it again: "Finish the training match."

The person just now said again: "Do you think a mid laner who has never played before is really good?"

Someone typed and echoed: "Sniper insurance, has enough experience in the competition."

Another person said: "I heard that this 18-year-old was from your team?"

Ke Ke put down her phone and waved to Zhong Chenming and Master: "I'll just wait for you two, what are you two doing upstairs?"

Zhong Chenming said: "The Horse God said it was cold outside and asked me to change my clothes."

As he said that, he showed Coco the sweater with the neckline exposed.

Ke Ke glanced at the Master again, and was taken aback when she saw the collar of the same style, but didn't say anything, and asked them to go out together, the car was already waiting.

In the car, Ke Ke explained the situation of this trial training to them. They will play LA on the first day, and their coaching staff will also participate in this trial training with them. Coaching staff communication.

The players responded sparsely, the loudest, and the one who seemed the most excited turned out to be the lunatic. From the expression on his face, it could be seen how much he was looking forward to this training camp.

When we arrived at the LA base, the coach first let everyone familiarize themselves with the computer for half an hour, move their fingers, and prepare for warm-up. They also waited for LA to get ready.

Tristan, the head coach of MW, turned around, came behind Zhong Chenming, and said with concern: "The first one is against Kiel, how is it, are you confident?"

Everyone else has experience in competitions. Except for Madman and Tianluo, everyone else has experience in international competitions. Only Zhong Chenming has not played in the competition. Tristan naturally cares about Zhong Chenming.

Zhong Chenming has met Kiel more than once in qualifying. He is still very clear about how he played against Kiel. He also played against Kiel before retiring.

"Just stay steady." Tristan said, "Your strength is no problem with Kiel, but the game is not RANK. You should pay more attention to the movement of the opponent. This air has enough experience. Listen to the command of Air and Feng Ye. Don't get on top, it's basically fine."

Zhong Chenming: "Okay, I got it."

Tristan patted him on the shoulder: "Hit well."

As a coach, Tristan must always pay attention to the situation of the players. In fact, Zhong Chenming’s transfer also has his approval. Tristan came to MW last year and has no plans to leave this year. The new management and the boss also agree. He, during the transfer period, he also paid attention to the players. Zhong Chenming's joining the team was also agreed when he read various statistics.

He naturally knows Zhong Chenming's strength, and he also pays attention to the rank rankings. Recently, Zhong Chenming didn't read the RANK data. He knows that his teammate is playing very well. He played against Kiel when he was in the rank. Passing the line, solo kill carry is very normal, but it is RANK, so it is not necessarily the case in the game.

To be able to beat the king twice, there must be strength, it depends on the performance of the game, some people have a strong rank, and they can directly drop two ranks during the game, and become a diamond player. This is what Tristan is afraid of now.

If Zhong Chenming can stabilize during the game, he is confident that he will be trained as a top mid laner.

Zhong Chenming nodded, and Tristan saw that he was not too nervous and seemed to have listened to what he said, so he went to check on the other team members.

Not long after, LA said that it was ready to start, the room was built, and a few people quickly entered the room. This time, the heroes were not banned by default, and they were allowed to choose the lineup they wanted.

The opposite mid laner took Czar, Tristan asked Zhong Chenming: "What do you want to play? Brush lane with him?"

"Kassadin." Zhong Chenming said.

"Are you sure?" Tristan looked at the computer screen, Kassadin was about to be crushed to tears by the Tsar in the early stage.

"No problem, this version of Kassadin is very strong." Zhong Chenming said.

"That's fine." Tristan still reminded, "It's okay to miss some soldiers in the early stage, don't die."

Air was listening, and interjected, "Trust our mid laner."

Tristan smiled and looked at the air: "Okay, okay, I'm in charge of you, take care of the newcomer."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Air looked at the computer and said while clicking on runes, "Even if I don't take care of him, Brother Feng will take care of him."

The Master, who was called "Brother Feng", didn't even give him a look, and tried hard to maintain his aloof personality.