I'll take you to lie down [E-sports]

I believe you.

The entanglement between PW and Zong Heng is very clear to netizens who are a little bit mixed in the gaming circle.

Although it is only a regular season, the first shot of the S8 season was fired by the old and new clubs on the opening ceremony day. Just thinking about it is exciting.

As expected, the comments section of the official blog exploded quickly:

"You all took all the bamboo shoots on the mountain...but I like it."

"Wow, shit, shit, this is too exciting!"

"Officials doing things? Can you be an individual?"

"I met last season's champion in the first game, and ZOO was miserable."

It is customary to let the previous championship team play the first game of the Spring Split, but it happens that ZOO is drawn as the opponent, so it will inevitably make people feel that the official is taking the lead.

However, no matter whether it is a coincidence or man-made, as soon as the schedule is released, the matter of ZOO vs. PW is a certainty.

As a new team that has not yet officially debuted in the league, the first game is very important. As long as ZOO loses, even if the performance is remarkable, it will be overwhelmed by the wave of bad-mouthing.

Throughout the Spring Split, there were a total of 16 teams in the regular season. They played against each other, and the top eight teams entered the playoffs. The champion of the Huaxia District was determined by a BO3 elimination system.

The first match against PW was the worst situation Chen Mingjun expected.

Pretending to be something in my heart, all members of ZOO arrived early in the morning of the third day of junior high school.

"That's PW," Hao Qi thought after reconnecting the peripherals, "I used to be the team of my dreams."

Yu Xiaoyu: "It's mine too."

"Even our boss's."

"Hey, let me tell you, don't make others want to destroy your prestige, okay?" Hearing such remarks just after entering the training room, Chen Mingjun curled his fingers and gave Yu Xiaoyu and Hao Qi a chestnut each, "Zong Heng , Lin Mu, me, which one is not from PW?"

"Although there are many star players in PW this season, the degree of running-in may not be very high. As long as we go all out, we still have a chance to win."

"Of course I have to win. Appreciating the previous PW doesn't mean I'll give up," Hao Qi exaggeratedly said, "Even if it's for God K, we have to take it down."

Patting the other person on the shoulder encouragingly, Chen Mingjun looked relaxed, but he was a little worried in his heart:

Even though PW's current starting team often has conflicts in terms of resources and who is the core, they are all star players who have experienced the Spring Split and the World Championship in any case;

Maybe ZOO can catch up with the opponent in terms of operation through training, but the gap in experience cannot be made up by just watching a few videos at home.

Every small detail of the media, audience, atmosphere and lighting at the competition site may have an impact on the first-time contestants.

And Zong Heng's hand injury...

The only good thing is that in ZOO, except for Lao Ju and Lu Ke, most of the others have participated in or watched the Spring and World Championships, plus the buff bonus of "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers", at least they will not lose too much Too ugly.

However, Zong Heng, who was in the center of public opinion, didn't feel nervous at all. He tapped the keyboard quickly, and he trained as usual without being affected by the outside voice at all.

"Just think it's for me," Zong Heng took Hao Qi's words slowly, and smiled lazily, "Come on, try to make a beautiful debut."

After all, he is one of the best players in the history of HPL and an active devil king in the eyes of countless opponents. Zong Heng's statement immediately felt like a pinnacle of calming the sea, making people feel at ease.

Only Chen Mingjun knew that as the former captain and conductor of PW, Zong Heng would definitely be able to think of the problems he was worried about.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen," Lu Ke poked out a small head from behind the screen, his tone was brisk, and his expression was as calm as Zong Heng's, "There's still me."

Unexpectedly, he was actually comforted by a child who had just grown up. Chen Mingjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and clapped his hands vigorously: "Strategically despised, tactically valued, there are still four days before the competition, comrades are practicing!"

Seeing that the youngest deer in the team was not nervous, Hao Qi got up first and shouted "obey the organization's command" in a dignified manner, and the dull atmosphere in the training room immediately relaxed a lot.

Targetedly selected a few teams with a style similar to PW to make an appointment for a training match, and then broke up and reorganized to rank up. When everyone finished the battle and went back to their room to sleep, the clock had already passed zero.

After taking a shower and drying his hair, Lu Ke was wearing pajamas, and gently opened the door a gap, making sure that there was no movement in the corridor, and then tiptoed downstairs.

To be honest, the fact that he met PW in the first match actually put him under a lot of pressure.

But as the captain elected by everyone, even if he only has a false name, he still has to stabilize his emotions, and he can't take the lead and show timidity.

Turning on the computer and building a practice room with a password, Lu Ke shot at the moving target one after another, feeling restless, but his aim became more and more stable.

Winning or losing is a common matter in the military. Without blind confidence in the strength of the team, he has already been mentally prepared to lose the game.

It happened that the first game was against PW, and it was still on the day of the opening ceremony that everyone was looking forward to. If he lost, he and the others would be fine, and Zong Heng would definitely bear the most malice.

And maybe get ridiculed for picking the wrong boss.

This is the last word Luke wants to hear.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The surroundings were silent, only the boring head-popping sound could be heard in the earphones. The man-machine battle was always regular. Half an hour later, Lu Ke turned on the accelerator and logged into his European server.

The radiant number "7" flashed under the simple frame of the profile picture. Two seconds after Lu Ke went online, it suddenly shattered and reorganized into "90".

——According to the reward and punishment mechanism of "Heroes Assemble", Grandmasters and above will automatically lose their ranks if they don't play in the ranking for a week. Lu Ke hasn't logged into this account very much recently, and it's normal for him to drop from the top ten to the top [-] on the server.

The European server ID only has a simple "L". Before Lu Ke could adjust the various settings, seven or eight team invitations popped up on his game interface.

Temporarily not interested in opening black ranks, he moved his mouse to reject them one by one, clicked on the ranking, and turned off the team voice by the way.

For servers shared by multiple countries such as Asian servers and European servers, language is often a problem. Therefore, players play relatively "individually", and many cooperations are completed only by quick calls in the game.

For the current Luke, this kind of atmosphere is perfect. He only needs to aim the gun at the opponent's head, like fighting a man-machine on hell difficulty.

As we all know, female sniper is a profession that is very dependent on appearance and touch. When the fate comes, you can get a headshot with just a few hits;

But as a professional player who is about to participate in the league, Lu Ke can't let such instability happen to him. No matter what his state feels like, he has to ensure the hit rate of the bullets.

Who made him the main C of ZOO.

There was a time difference between Asia and Europe. When the rankings on the national server were deserted, the European server was bustling with more wins than losses. When the sky outside the window lightened slightly, Lu Ke's ranking under the profile picture had returned to 21st.

He didn't sleep all night, but his brain was extremely awake, and his body felt stiff and sore. He raised his hand and stretched his waist, and went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee.

With an empty stomach settled, Lu Ke leaned on the back of the chair, drinking coffee without a sip, and in front of him was a replay of the game from the PW auxiliary perspective:

For a master C like him who is taking a slanted sword, the first thing to snipe is these little crispy skins with only [-] blood.

Focusing on Reaper and Sunny, who had previously performed brilliantly in the World Championship, Lu Ke silently simulated the two people's usual moves several times in his mind, drank the last sip of coffee, and restarted the ranking.

However, this time, before Lu Ke could enjoy playing to his heart's content, someone tapped his earphones with his fingers.

After closing the settlement interface smoothly, Lu Ke turned around in surprise, and happened to bump into a pair of dark eyes.

There was still an obvious smell of coffee in the mug by the table. Zong Heng, who was supposed to go for a morning jog, crossed his arms: "Have you been all night?"

Lu Ke hurriedly got up and took off the earphones: "...would you believe me if I said I just woke up not long ago?"

"Just woke up? Just woke up and drink coffee?" Instantly saw through the boy's guilty conscience, the man who had done the same thing with the other party had a straight face, "Stretch out your hand."

Gently pinching the opponent's right wrist, Zong Heng said coldly, "Is it sour."

Having never seen such a posture before, Lu Ke nodded honestly: "Sour."

Zong Heng: "Do you still want your hands?"

Lu Ke: "...Yes."

He didn't realize it when he devoted himself to the game before, but now that he was reminded by Zong Heng, Lu Ke felt the exhaustion coming from all parts of his body belatedly.

In addition to being exhausted, he felt a little wronged. Except when he first talked about signing a contract, the other party had never talked to him with this attitude.

——I'm so squeamish, Brother Zong is also worried about my body.

Secretly scolding himself in the bottom of his heart, Lu Ke tried to raise his lips, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, when he felt a big hand gently land on the top of his head.

Gently, the man's voice was like a lullaby to sleep: "Nervous?"

Answering irrelevant questions, Lu Ke lowered his eyes: "I am the captain of ZOO."

No matter how tense you are, you have to stay calm.

And he couldn't tell if he was more excited about PW.

A chuckle escaped from his throat, Zong Heng didn't expose the young man's bravado, but just rubbed the other's blond hair comfortingly: "I believe in you."

Perhaps the young man has not realized that the current him is a piece of uncooked jade of excellent quality, which can amaze everyone with just a little polishing.

I believe you.

The heartstrings that had been tensed all night were instantly soothed and softened by these simple four words, and Lu Ke was so tired that even his eyelids were fighting.

He had hugged the male god many times before and after, so he simply jumped forward and hung on him like a koala.

The quiet and clingy coquettishness is like a cat, Zong Heng laughed: "What? Do you want me to carry you back?"

"Click."

It was rare to get up early to come to practice, and Yu Xiaoyu, who never expected to see this scene, backed away awkwardly: "Then what, I was just passing by."

"...you go on, go on."

The author says:

Yu Xiaoyu: I have endured too much at such a young age.

Three shifts.

Thank you to the little angels who like this article, please don’t get fat, your existence is the driving force of the words.

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