At half past five in the morning, Tian Cheng was still nested in the quilt and was awakened by the QQ message. When he was about to curse, he saw the other party's name, and swallowed all the words in his stomach. Instead, there was a sentence: "Go, please eat hot pot, where are you going?" ”

"Let's go, go back, eat next time." Wen Xian said, "It's just a matter of spitting on you, just listen to it—you woke up so early." ”

"Brother Xian, you're welcome," Tian Cheng said, "Brother Xian abused Shang Ziyao last night, everyone is very happy, send me to you to practice, why is this leaving?" ”

He sent a screenshot.

HP First Division player group

It was 10 p.m. on July 8.

Lili: him! Nice！

Zhao: NBNB, this little bench is really unusual, it's rare to see Ola use such a good player.

Tian Cheng: Team Zhang is tempted? Manually @AA club, your family jungler has been taken a fancy to, come out and grab people!

Star: Who's taking a fancy to us little Noisy? Don't let people go, buy your own jungler.

Lili: Hahahaha@PAL-Fire, you can't do it today.

Star: You're done Lily, you dare to provoke Yaoshen, be careful that you'll be expelled from the Alliance tomorrow.

Star: But well done.

Zhao: Yaoshen is in good shape today, the others are average, the jungler is committing crimes, and every wave is found by the opposite side...... But well done.

Wen Xian is not in the First Division, so he has never entered this group of players, and after watching it for a long time, he was speechless for a while.

"How much hatred do you have for Shang Ziyao?"

"You don't understand, whoever is strong has an enmity with whom." Tian Cheng said, "Yao Shen is too beautiful and still dragging, I am the first to see him unpleasant, and you can see him pleasing to the eye." ”

“……“

Wen Xian suddenly began to pity Shang Ziyao.

Shang Ziyao is indeed worthy of sympathy, a day has passed, after the PAL club opened up for comments, the comment area fell directly, and the emojis were enlarged to posters, what was ruthless, all of them were committed by the players last night. Of course, there are also some fans of rational analysis, pointing out the mistakes of the coaching staff and sending them a picture.

@潘塔凯尔: PAL's defeat yesterday started with BP, Shang Ziyao's signature swordsman Chang Hao struggled to play in PAL's lineup, coupled with the opponent's last-hand addition of strong control assistance, resulting in PAL's C position (center position, referring to the two core output positions of shooter and mage) unable to find a suitable angle output. Compared with AA's one-handed jungler Ora, AA's lineup is the key to victory.

Players match the lineup, and in the case of the player hero pool is about the same, the PAL jungler prefers a high-HP jungler character, so Fire must cooperate with him to select a high-output mid-laner mage. Rather than blaming the overall state of PAL, it is better to start from the pre-match preparation, and PAL has already lost.

BP stands for ban and pick. Before the start of each match, each team chooses the character they want to manipulate and prohibits five other characters from playing, and the two sides cannot repeat it.

Makes sense!

PAL fans who have no way to vent finally see the mysterious key to victory in their confusion. The trend of comments under PAL's Weibo has also begun to change.

Jungle garbage! Drag me down! Change the jungler!

"Who said that?" Someone asked them.

"What Pantachael said, can he be wrong?" Fans are extremely confident.

As a mysterious big V in the game circle of the top of hope, Pantakel has millions of fans who have been paying attention to the professional league for many years, and sometimes make some comments on current affairs, because the pre-game prediction is accurate, and the post-game analysis is good, and it is welcomed by the majority of fans. There are also shortcomings, that is, it is too poisonous, and the title of the rhythm master of the top of hope does not have a second marketing account to dare to fight.

Wen Xian put down his phone and handed the content to Wang Silang, the top single of the AA second team next to him, "How is it?" ”

"Okay," Wang Silang smiled and slapped him lightly on the head, "Let's start quickly, training." ”

"Where's our coach?" Wen Xian looked around, and there was nothing in the empty training match except for five computers and a few team members. A lone water dispenser fell to the dust. However, the team members are very serious, and the keyboard sound is particularly obvious.

Wang Silang's voice lowered: "I haven't seen it yet." ”

Wen Xian frowned: "What about yesterday?" ”

"Brother, he didn't come yesterday." A teenager turned his head and saw that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his doll face was full of childishness, with a little innocence and sorrow.

"Is there a training match in a while?" Wen Xian rubbed his temples, he hadn't slept all night, and his spirit was a little tired.

"Yes, and it started in ten minutes." Wang Silang looked at the A4 paper pasted on the table, which wrote today's arrangements in detail.

The captain of the AA second team, the reserve army of the first division, no matter how bad the situation is, the captain has to stand up and carry the team forward. Wang Silang gritted his teeth: "It's okay, the five of us can fight." ”

Wen Xian smiled a little reluctantly, but the words he said were still so arrogant: "You Brother Wen commanded, and led you to usher in a long-lost victory." Cheer yourself up, ah. ”

The training room was silent.

Wen Xian patted the table: "I, Shang Er, the king of the mid-laner in the blood abuse HP competition area yesterday...... cough, Shang Ziyao, I won the MVP in the first game of the First Division, a genius like me, you are treated like this? Well? ”

At this time, Wen Xian is different from yesterday's indifference, and the expression on his face is more vivid, which is quite a bit of an adult coaxing a child. Wang Silang's mood is not much better, he has been holding on from yesterday to this morning, and he has not really laughed until now, and the pressure in his heart is a little less.

Wen Xian glanced at him and nodded. Quietly switch pages on the phone.

"Coach Sun's" phone has not been connected, and the mobile phone is ringing with a slight busy tone.

The sixth call has not been connected, the text message is not returned, and WeChat is not returned.

"He took it!" Wang Silang's afterglow suddenly aimed at Wen Xian's mobile phone and pointed it to him. Wen Xian took the mobile phone and walked to the balcony, and there was only one sentence on the phone: "If you have something today, you will come at night, you will call first." ”

"Coach, but the team can't ......"

The phone hung up again.

Wen Xian pinched the phone and looked at the sky outside the window. The morning sun had just slowly risen over the rooftops of the building opposite, and there were more people on the street, and the office worker yawned and boarded the crowded subway, while the group of children behind him, who were supposed to be in high school, had been ranked all night. The coach's circle of friends forgot to block him, and he didn't see the photos he posted of eating hot pot and singing K with his friends.

He asked himself again: What should I do next?

The AA's red badge shines in the training room, a former league champion regular, who is now on the wane, but that's his faith.

He turned his head: "Alright, come on, friends!" Get ready, go to the toilet, today we blow up the opposite side and invite you to eat Haidilao, I please. ”

"Okay!" There was a cheer, everyone was gearing up, Wang Silang sighed again, sat next to Wen Xian, and neither of them spoke.

Tian Cheng made 17 phone calls to Wen Xian.

Tian Cheng threw his phone on the table irritably: "The surname is Wen, you have no conscience, you have ...... to me"

An inch-headed man walked into the training room, startled by this sentence, he really jumped up, and rushed to his bedroom with an arrow: "Oh no! Brother Cheng is crazy! I just said he likes men......"

There was a commotion in the bedroom, and then three heads were exposed. There was excitement in his eyes: "What's the situation?" ”

Tian Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then shouted outside the door: "Nana, are you showing them messy novels again?" ”

Team manager Nana ran over with a bag of cat food like a gust of wind, and poured it into a small food bowl, and a Persian cat paced lazily over and began to eat. The girl looked at Tian Cheng with an aggrieved expression: "Brother Cheng, you wronged me to death, I didn't." ”

"What you just said is not simple, there are ghosts!" A man said firmly.

"It's not easy, there are ghosts!" The man next to him followed.

"No, there are ghosts!" The first man who ran over to report the message just now had a strange Chinese tone, but he could still understand it.

"My good buddy doesn't answer my phone, what do you think." Tian Cheng was angry.

He made the eighteenth call.

I still didn't answer the strings.

As soon as Shang Ziyao returned to the PAL base, a burst of low air pressure hit his face. The most obvious is their team's assistant Shi Shucheng, who is sitting on the sofa with dark circles under his eyes and a smell of smoke on his body, which makes Shang Ziyao cough a few times.

"Get out of the shower." He frowned, covered his nose, and kicked the couch.

Shi Shucheng raised his head and looked at his phone in a daze with tears in his eyes.

Shang Ziyao snatched his mobile phone and saw the overwhelming private messages on his Weibo.

"Garbage assists in burying a good game, you don't deserve to stay in PAL!"

"E-sports giants at this level? Don't be embarrassed by the Worlds! ”

There were more than 3,000 in total, each of which was full of malice, Shang Ziyao crossed them one by one, and finally turned off his mobile phone.

"Brother," Shi Shucheng choked up, "I'...... I've been playing for two years, and I'm not as talented as you, but ......"

"Are you SB?" Shang Ziyao asked.

"Brother, what did you say?" The history books said in a hurry.

The teammates who were playing games next to the sofa suddenly stopped communicating at this time, but no one dared to ask out loud. Shang Ziyao's cold voice was a signal for his teammates to silence, and with an irritable expression, Shi Shucheng felt chills all over his body.

"You've been playing for two years, what kind of points do you have? You XX don't know whether you should stay in PAL or not, and you don't have confidence in yourself, so who has confidence in you? How did PAL recruit such players in the first place...... I'm XX really ......"

Shang Ziyao showed a completely different scolding technique from yesterday in all aspects. Shi Shucheng even forgot to cry, and looked at Shang Ziyao stupidly.

"Do you think about it, do you deserve to be in PAL?" Shang Ziyao ended with such a sentence.

Shi Shucheng leaned on the sofa and looked at his teammates as if asking for help. Shang Ziyao's gaze followed, and his teammates all obediently turned back, pretending that nothing had happened.

He hesitated for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I think I am worthy, am I really worthy?" ”

"Or else?" Behind him, a teammate roared neatly. Shang Ziyao held his forehead and walked away, the fragrant words in his mouth lingered for a long time, echoing in the training room.