The third Xie Xian, in the eyes of Du Zonglin, is the top mathematical talent. At this moment, he thought that if he could count the mathematical model of the amount of blood of each hero he commonly used in different equipment levels, and a set of slashing skills on the dragon, wouldn't it be theoretical, and he would never lose the dragon again in the future?

Just do it!

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Du Zonglin sent a VX to Xie Xian, ready to ask him for help. He knew that according to Xie Xian's living habits, he should still be studying at this time, and he definitely didn't sleep.

Sure enough, not long after Du Zonglin sent the message, he received a reply from the other party. Unexpectedly, when Xie Xian heard Du Zonglin's thoughts, he actually expressed his interest. And he also said that he didn't do anything during this time, so he concentrated on helping him complete it.

Du Zonglin thought about it, isn't this God helping me? With the support of Xie Xian, a theoretical god, I'm afraid I'm going to become the "first person to punish the dragon", right? Just thinking about it, Du Zonglin felt extremely happy.

However, he also knows that even if this range of values shrinks in the end, it is only a range, and there will still be accidents.

It's like what you see on the highlights of major video websites.,What kind of auxiliary is a flat A.、A map cannon in the middle single.、AD A flat A or something.,It happened to be grabbed directly when the dragon was about to run out of blood.。

Considering that this situation happens from time to time, this path can only be used as a reference in the end, and cannot be used as a standard.

Or to put it another way, League of Legends is a game full of uncertainties, and that's what makes it so appealing. It would be terrible if everyone had to decide whether they could win or not by accurately calculating damage before fighting......

If that day comes, then there will be no need for the game to exist.

Therefore, Du Zonglin believes that in the future, it is necessary to cultivate more sensitivity to numbers, to be precise, to cultivate one's sensitivity to the amount of dragon blood. At the very least, you should be able to estimate when it is relatively safe for you to enter the field to grab the dragon or control the dragon according to the speed of the damage caused by the enemy.

However, this is easy to say, but it is not the same as it is to be done. This thing is either a talent or years of practice, and there is no other way.

In the next few days, during the daytime, Du Zonglin was not only in normal classes, but also in the study room with Lin Wanqing; In the evening, after having dinner with Lin Wanqing, they would take a walk around the school and chat or something. Once back in the dorm, he'll play two high-end rounds to keep his touch.

Occasionally, he would take a look at VX to see what everyone had been busy with lately, and to see how the third Xie Xian had asked him to do with it.

On the boss's side, the pace of life is still as fast and monotonous as ever. Aside from having an accident at the bar, he hardly had time to do anything else. Especially during this time, after the approval of the scenic planning documents, he was even busier. Because next, it is likely to be a turning point for his business to explode.

Li Peiting's side, I heard that he has been busy with some kind of business recently, and things have just been a little eyebrow-raising, and he has been busy all day long.

As for Lin Jinghui and Yu Jun, they are also the same, as anchors, they can only repeat the life of office workers every day.

It's been a month since the start of school on the eleventh day, and the biggest change in Du Zonglin during this time is that he has become more intimate with Lin Wanqing, and at the same time, he has also found his next direction.

"By the way, how did I forget about this......" Du Zonglin suddenly remembered that he had promised his mother before going to college that he would go home to see them at least once a month, and now it seems that the time has come.

If possible, in fact, he would like to take Lin Wanqing back with him. Although this is just his fantasy, I am afraid it is not realistic to bring it back.

Because he decided to go home this weekend, Du Zonglin decided to postpone his training until Sunday evening. After arranging other trivial matters, Du Zonglin drove the McLaren back home.

Building A, Block 36, Lin Yuan, this is where Du Zonglin's parents live. There were no classes on Friday afternoon, and Du Zonglin chose to drive home directly after school.

The familiar door No. 1002 shot, the dark brown security door, yes, I returned to the familiar home that I couldn't be more familiar with.

Look at the time, at this point, Mom should not be off work, and Dad should be off-duty at home.

Du Zonglin took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, everything here made him feel so kind. Moreover, what he didn't expect was that his grandfather, who he had always loved the most, was also at his house. I haven't seen my grandfather for a long time.

"Grandpa, why are you here? When did you come? Du Zonglin ignored his father at all, but said hello to his father's father.

Grandpa smiled kindly and said, "I've been here for almost a month, and your father didn't let me come." ”

"Huh? Stinky boy, why are you back? Don't have classes on weekends? Du Zonglin's father, Du Kang, asked with some surprise.

Put the backpack back in your room, and see the furnishings here, just like when you left before the holiday. The house was spotlessly clean, and it looked like someone was still cleaning it during this time. Needless to say, I also know that that person must be his mother.

Du Zonglin's father asked all the way to his room, and Du Zonglin then slowly walked out of his room, poured a glass of water, and said, "There are no classes on the weekend, so I came back to see your second elder." ”

Du Zonglin's father sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, while holding the teacup and said calmly: "I don't believe it, you kid can have such a good heart?" ”

Du Zonglin felt deeply wronged, obviously he went home with a wave of kindness, how could he be misunderstood like this......

"Stinky boy, then you accompany your grandfather to the living room to chat for a while, and I'll prepare dinner, and today I will make your favorite pot meat." Hearing his father's words, Du Zonglin subconsciously looked at the watch hanging on the wall, only to realize that it was already 5 o'clock.

After seeing his father walk into the kitchen to prepare dinner with great interest, Du Zonglin finally felt home.

At this time, Du Zonglin thought to himself, since his grandfather is here, it is better to tell his grandfather about the fact that he wants to play a career, and see what his old man's opinion is.

"Grandpa, I'd like to talk to you in the evening, after dinner, okay?" Du Zonglin said seriously.

"Haha, when my grandson grows up, I have to take the initiative to chat with my grandfather, of course it's no problem." Hearing this grandfather, I was happy at first, but after thinking about it, I felt that things were not simple.

Although he has been asking himself some strange questions noisily since he was a child, it is the first time that he has been so serious.

At the same time, he also knows that his grandson usually has his own opinions, even his own parents, I am afraid that they can't casually influence his thoughts.

How did you ...... this time

Anyway, you should know the answer by night. Thinking of this, Grandpa Du just wanted to ask him what he was going to talk about at night, and he was mentally prepared, but he saw that Du Zonglin had already walked to his room at this time.

This kid is obviously preoccupied and pretends to be able to do it, this reckless character is really similar to his father when he was young. Grandpa Du sighed, returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, picked up the newspaper that he had just put down, and read it.

Closing the door, Du Zonglin fell directly on his bed. He originally felt that he had thought everything through in school, but he fell into confusion again. His family was his weakness, and he was afraid that if he insisted on going his own way and insisting on becoming a professional player, he would break their hearts hard.

What should I do, how can I confess this? Should I say it myself?

He was a little worried, what if his grandfather got angry after hearing his thoughts? What should I do if Dad gets angry? Will they be disappointed? These questions made Du Zonglin unable to let go for a long time.

For a moment, he didn't know how this was good. Where is your past decisiveness?

Du Zonglin thought about it, thought of his friends, thought of Lin Wanqing, and thought of his fans, if he gave up now, wouldn't they be very disappointed?

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so you don't need to be so entangled, right?

Gradually, he fell asleep, dreaming of the scene when he accompanied his younger brother to the youth team for a tryout.