18-year-old mid laner wants to play professionally

This training game didn't produce any results. In a wave of team battles, NGG eliminated MW, but gave priority to GG.

This time, MW understood what the word "GG" meant. It meant that there was nothing left to play in this game, and they were not interested in playing against MW in the late game.

After the game analysis, Tristan didn't say anything else, and directly brought up Glock: "What are you playing?"

Meng Tiancheng looked at Tristan's face and Glock's reaction, and said after a second: "Brother G played well this time, is there any problem?"

"It's okay to kill the prophet solo, one hit and two kills two on the road, but what are you doing in the later stage? Solo killing the prophet is inflated, what kind of mentality do you have?" Tristan's tone was a little anxious, although it was a training match, But no one wants their players not to play the training game seriously, after all, every training game is to prepare for the official game in the future.

"It's okay, is there any swelling?" Meng Tiancheng wanted to speak for Glock, but he didn't want to make Tristan disgusted, so his tone of voice was a little weaker.

Glock also knew his problem, he didn't look at Tristan, but looked at the computer next to him, and said, "It must have been suppressed for a long time."

"Huh?" Looking down at the data of their round, the assistant coach who was analyzing looked up. The assistant coach thought for a while, clicked on a document, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and read the document in a formulaic voice. Content: "Glock, Zhou Yue, UNG substitute top laner, played three times in the Spring Split, played ten times in the Summer Split, played five times in the World Championship, used the top lane hero 'Big Tree' three times, and 'Big Bug' twice, Steady style of play, mainly development and support, is the most stable part of the team. Although the number of appearances is not many, it is known as the defensive tower on the road. In this World Championship, the team participation rate reached 90%, and the average damage suffered per game... ..."

Tristan watched him read for a while, and all the data showed that Glock's main hero was the top laner, and he hadn't even played a meaty top laner like Gnar in the arena.

Tristan said, "You don't really like playing with meat."

Glock shook his head: "No, I listen to the coach, and I can play whatever the coach asks me to do."

Tristan: "Speak up!"

Meng Tiancheng next to him trembled when Tristan's sudden loud voice shook him, and he didn't speak well of Glock. He didn't expect this usually amiable coach to be so scary when angry, although Tristan didn't show a particularly scary look. In terms of expression, there wasn't even much emotion on his face, but it was this kind of calm anger that was the most terrifying.

Glock didn't feel anything, he was the one who made NGG, he could survive in the hands of the NGG coach until UNG came to MW again, he had already lost his temper with the coach, and now he took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I output a lot It’s really not good to play single, next time I will pay attention not to play top lane, I’m too easy to get ahead, sorry.”

Air added next to it: "You don't use DPS to play singles, but your online performance is pretty good."

Cheng Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, then nodded in the air, and then Cheng Zhiwen said: "You were instigated by them."

Several people in the team looked at the lunatic, who looked innocent: "Is it my fault?"

Tristan: "Speak less in future games."

The lunatic looked at the Master: "He was the one who said Glock first."

The blame was thrown on the Master, but the Master looked calm: "Well, Glock's mentality still needs to be strengthened."

Glock: "Oh."

Tristan hissed: "You're still very naughty, aren't you?"

Glock looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "No, it is indeed my problem, I will pay attention not to play around."

Tristan rubbed his forehead: "Go back and continue playing training games."

Zhong Chenming listened to them talking, and then lost his mind. The Master started to enter the room. Seeing that Zhong Chenming was still in a daze, he reminded him: "It's started."

"Huh? Oh." Zhong Chenming came back to his senses, entered the game room, looked at the people in NGG, and was a little distracted again.

Master typed in the game: "What are you thinking?"

Seeing the dialog box in the game light up, Zhong Chenming seemed to be looking forward to it. He clicked on the dialog box and saw the message from the Master. For some reason, he showed a little disappointment, but his mood suddenly changed for the better. a lot of.

The Master kept looking at him, this was a very strange mood, as if he was expecting something, and what he was expecting was not what he expected, but he was moved because of what came.

Zhong Chenming turned to look at the Master: "Is it necessary to type right next to me?"

Master typed in the game again: "You don't seem to be in a good mood, is it because of Glock?"

Zhong Chenming: "What are you doing?"

Master typed again: "I can't speak, typing seems to be smoother."

Zhong Chenming finally laughed and said, "Boring."

Master continued to type in the game: "Glock has no confidence, he plays Camille quite well, but he always feels that he can't play."

Zhong Chenming: "Probably so."

Master typed again: "So I said this last time to make him feel more confident."

Zhong Chenming: "Maybe the method is wrong."

The Master's dialogue box continued to pop up words: "I think it's right, no problem, it's Glock's own problem."

Zhong Chenming thought for a while: "It seems to be the same."

The lunatic was still thinking about the game. After listening to Zhong Chenming talk for a long time, he didn't quite say anything. He still couldn't hear what he was talking about, so he asked at this moment: "What are you doing? What are you talking about?"

Zhong Chenming smiled: "It's okay, I met a fool."

Crazy: "Oh."

The corner of Master's mouth also raised an arc, not at all dissatisfied with the word "stupid", and even a little happy?

With the start of a new training match, the atmosphere in this game became much more silent. The lunatic didn't joke around too much, and talked a lot less. Glock also returned to his steady state, and continued to play hard on his steady top laner. There were no particularly inexplicable problems later, but Tristan always felt that everyone did not play any special style later, which was similar to the previous training games, and there was no useful information at all.

The next few training games were also quite satisfactory, with no special breakthrough points, and no special breakthrough points, that is, not too many shortcomings were exposed, and the advantages did not continue to improve. It seemed that everyone suddenly had no improvement points. Same.

After the last two training matches, the atmosphere in the team became a little more active. Starting with Meng Tiancheng's tentative praise, and the lunatic also made a few jokes with them, the atmosphere in the team picked up again. The Glock of the other Master smiled a little.

After the training match, everyone went to eat, air discussed today's training match with Tristan: "I'm afraid there is something wrong with Glock."

Tristan said: "It's okay. He thinks about improving himself. I don't know why he refuses to play the top laner, but as long as he wants to win the game, he will play one day."

Air: "Is that so?"

Tristan: "He wants to win."

Air said: "I hope he can figure it out sooner."

After eating, everyone started the routine RANK time again. Zhong Chenming was dragged by Meng Tiancheng to the double row, and Zhong Chenming agreed. They all duo to play the national service.

After the start of this season, there was suddenly a very strange rule, that is, professional players cannot play Hanbok during live broadcasts.

There are many reasons for this. One is that a large number of Chinese people flocked to Hanbok, which affected the game experience of Hanbok players. After all, when playing in their own country’s text on their server, teammates still can’t understand it. If you want to use it, you can only understand it. It is really annoying to communicate in English.

There is also a saying that there is a loss of players in the national server, and professional players are going to play the Korean server, which makes the competitive level of the national server drop. The skins cannot be sold, which affects the operators to make money, so there is such a rule.

In any case, the Riot head office will no longer issue Hanbok super accounts to players in the national server. The super accounts are all heroes and skins, and they can play as soon as they go. Now, if you want to play Hanbok, you can only use your own account.

As for the issue of Hanbok accounts, the club is definitely not worried. They have a way to get a batch of Korean accounts for private training. Anyway, it’s fine if they don’t play during the live broadcast. After all, account trading is prohibited on Riot, and club accounts can only be bought.

Zhong Chenming and Meng Tiancheng played Korean server in double row, and the game was very exciting, while Air Tianluo, who was playing the national server next to them, began to sigh.

"When can I win." This is air.

"My teammates are always five ranks behind local teammates." This is snail.

"There is no game experience at all." Air said again.

"How many do I have to kill to win?" Tian Luo asked again.

Zhong Chenming was sitting next to the Master. As soon as he finished beating, everyone was sighing, but the Master looked indifferent, and returned to his cold look. Without saying a word, he asked curiously: "How well did you beat me?" Is it going well? I think they are going to be beaten to tears, is this your winning streak?"

Only at this time did the Master spit out two words: "Lian Kneel."

"Then what is your expression?" Zhong Chenming looked at him, "Kneeling is the only expression you have, but what is your expression if you win consecutively?"

While knelt down, Air didn't forget to complain: "His winning streak also has this expression, haven't you observed it?"

Zhong Chenming: "No, he was quite happy before."

The lunatic hit the nail on the head: "Didn't you notice, he is happy in front of you, and when he talks to me, he beats me every three sentences."

Glock interjected: "That's what you owe."

Crazy: "I owe you? Brother, I like to tell the truth too much. For example, now, do you dare to come and play the top laner Camille with me in duo?"

Zhong Chenming also said: "You really need to clean up."

The lunatic shrugged his shoulders: "To be a human being, you have to face your true side, and don't run away from it, right?"

Glock: "Come on, who is afraid of whom!"

Crazy: "Look, I just said, you have to face the side you don't dare to face, no matter how unhappy you are in your heart, you can only make progress if you overcome the side you don't like... But I don't seem to have any weaknesses , I didn’t dare to... Forget it, let’s go to the double row.”

Crazy chicken soup for the soul poured a bowl of hot chicken soup for everyone, and hurriedly followed Glock to the duo, regardless of what his other teammates thought.

He was the first in the double row, and he happily felt that he hugged his thigh, very happy: "Brother, Camille, that's right, Camille, hurry up and get through the other side, let me taste the taste of hugging the thigh, Wow, I can finally lie down and win, so cool."

Glock said, "Let me remind you, I don't play team games."

The lunatic was unmoved at all: "It's okay, I can play in a team, I will teach you how to play, I can play in any position."

Later practice proved that he is indeed good at any position and theoretical posture in any position. He can say one, two, three, four, but on the battlefield, that one, two, three, four is useless at all. Tiny details may affect the winning or losing of the entire game. The lunatic's one, two, three, four can only be attributed to general team battles, and cannot determine subtle changes at all.

After two or three fights with the lunatic, Glock immediately gave up and said instead, "I'll solo by myself."

Zhong Chenming was a little tired from playing before. Meng Tiancheng said he was going to the bathroom, and he was going to rest for 10 minutes. At this moment, he heard their voices. He decided to care about his teammates and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Glock: "Blind command."

The lunatic was a little sad: "It's the first time someone said that, but it's really a blind command."

Zhong Chenming asked curiously, "Aren't you good at rhythm?"

Crazy: "When I thought of myself as Camille, I found that I didn't know how to play. I'd better play support with peace of mind."

Zhong Chenming: "..."

It seems that when he said that he commanded Camille to fight a team battle, he put himself in Camille's shoes and thought about what he would do if he were Camille, and then found that he really didn't understand Camille enough to command.

This situation is also very normal. Some people play well in one position and can have the level of a king. Let him play in another position. Not only will his level drop by two ranks, but he may even lose his original view of the overall situation and start to be blind BB got up, it seemed that this was the case with the lunatic.

Madman: "I love support, support makes me happy."

Zhong Chenming: "Come on."

After resting for a while, Meng Tiancheng came back, and Zhong Chenming continued to duo with him. He was a little tired from the first few rounds, and when he played the game again, he suddenly wanted to smoke to refresh himself.

When he didn't think about it before, he didn't have much feeling for such things as cigarettes. Now when he suddenly thought about it, the desire for cigarettes in his mind was immediately awakened, and he wanted to smoke very much.

This is the same as not feeling hungry if you don’t see photos of delicious food in the middle of the night, but when you see photos of braised pork and crayfish, you immediately feel that you are so hungry that you are about to reincarnate.

What's more, eating is different from smoking. Smoking is addictive, both psychologically and physically.

Zhong Chenming reached out his hand to feel in his pocket, and remembered that he had told the Master that he wanted to quit smoking, so he glanced at the Master, and saw that the Master was still standing expressionlessly, not looking at him, thinking about whether to go out Smoke one.

He also said before that he would quit smoking after playing the German Cup, and the Master asked him to start smoking less now, so he still brought cigarettes, just try to smoke as little as possible, from the beginning half a pack a day to four a day, today I have already smoked all four of them, but now I smoke one more, the Master shouldn't know, right?

For himself, if he hadn't counted the number of cigarettes in his cigarette case, he wouldn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked in a day. His mind was all on the game, and he usually didn't remember things like cigarettes at all.

It should be fine, Zhong Chenming thought.

With this mentality in mind, Zhong Chenming greeted Meng Tiancheng: "I'm going to the toilet too."

Meng Tiancheng didn't pay attention to his little thoughts, and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Zhong Chenming took a peek at the Master again. The Master was concentrating on playing the game. He didn't pay attention to him, so he slipped away cautiously. He slipped to the balcony and came back after smoking a cigarette. He found that the Master was sitting on a chair after playing a game. Look at the record.

Zhong Chenming sat down very calmly. Before he came in, he smelt the eyes on Zhiji's body. It was not strong, and it smelled the same as smoking only four. affim.

Seeing him coming back, the Master suddenly turned his head to look at Zhong Chenming: "Are you smoking?"

Zhong Chenming said very naturally: "No, I just went to the bathroom."

Master: "It takes so long to go to the bathroom?"

Zhong Chenming said: "Yeah, I'm going to university, I haven't gone to college today."

Master nodded: "Yes."

Zhong Chenming breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had been fooled. Just as he was about to pull Meng Tian into a double row, the Master's voice sounded again: "Give me the cigarette case."

Zhong Chenming raised his heart that had just let go, suddenly nervous: "What are you doing?"

Master said: "Look at how many cigarettes you smoked today."

Zhong Chenming: "Forget it, leave it, there's nothing to see."

Master: "Are you guilty?"

Zhong Chenming: "No, no, look."

As a result, the master took a look at the cigarette case that Zhong Chenming handed over, and then told how much Zhong Chenming smoked today: "Five."

Meng Tiancheng was listening beside him. The others were playing games and didn't pay attention to what their teammates were doing. Meng Tiancheng was alone waiting for Zhong Chenming's double row. He listened to their conversation and said at this moment: "Don't worry about it!" Is it so strict? It’s just one stick.”

Zhong Chenming hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, it's just one, it's not a big deal."

The Master lowered his head slightly, looking a little disappointed, but quickly looked at Zhong Chenming again: "Don't do this, it's for your own good."

Zhong Chenming was a little overwhelmed by his attitude, and asked the Master cautiously: "You...don't worry about it."

Master: "No... nothing."

Zhong Chenming couldn't help but swear: "Fuck, you made me panic like this. Did I do something terrible? Didn't I just smoke an extra cigarette? What are you doing?"

Master looked at him: "It's really fine, you can continue to play ranked, I'll go out and buy something."

Zhong Chenming: "Hurry up, hurry up, can I have one less cigarette tomorrow?"

After Zhong Chenming left, Meng Tiancheng whispered, "He's doing it for your own good too."

Zhong Chenming: "I know it's for my own good, but his attitude is too strange."

Meng Tiancheng thought for a while: "Probably because he really cares about you. Brother Feng likes you very much."

After finishing speaking, he felt that he had chosen the wrong words, and added: "Of course, it's a normal liking, so don't think about it."

Zhong Chenming couldn't hold back when he heard the last sentence, but couldn't help laughing when he heard the last sentence: "Are you thinking about something again, don't read nonsense online, and play games at ease."

Meng Tiancheng laughed twice: "I haven't seen it, my eyes are hot, I've heard of it."

Zhong Chenming said, "Come, come, double row."

Meng Tiancheng: "You drive, you dragged me into the room for 10 minutes."

Zhong Chenming: "Oh oh oh."

When Master came back from shopping, Zhong Chenming was already lying on the bed and ready to go to sleep. When he heard the sound of the door opening, Zhong Chenming put down his phone. Every night, he would watch replays of training games or other videos to deepen the training results of the day. During the evening class last night, when he saw the Master coming back, he asked, "Did you go shopping in Renguang?"

Master nodded: "Yes."

Zhong Chenming suddenly became curious: "What did you buy?"

Master was carrying a bag, and took out a box of things from the bag: "Electronic cigarettes."

Zhong Chenming: "...No need."

Master: "Can you quit smoking?"

Zhong Chenming: "Can I not smoke tomorrow?"

Master: "It's late."

Zhong Chenming: "..."

The next day Zhong Chenming tried the e-cigarette, but it was quite different from real cigarettes. The taste was different. For some reason, the more he smoked, the more he wanted to smoke real cigarettes. The e-cigarette was placed by Zhong Chenming within two days after he bought it. Then he carefully went to the balcony to smoke secretly. This time the Master didn't say anything, but he was a little helpless. Zhong Chenming thought he wouldn't care.

As a result, when he wanted to go to the balcony again, the Master suddenly turned around and held him down, and handed him something.

Zhong Chenming looked down, mints?

"Help me eat." Master said.

Zhong Chenming took it away, thought about it, and ate it without going to the balcony.

The Master also asked, "Is it delicious?"

Zhong Chenming didn't really like the taste of mints, but he still said, "It's okay."

Master: "That's good."

The next time Zhong Chenming got up and sneaked to the balcony again, Master had a candy, Zhong Chenming said this time: "Forget it."