Who can I compete with?

In the Longteng training room, with the end of the South Cup finals, Huang Zi got up from the sofa and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I originally made an appointment for today's game, but I didn't expect something to happen temporarily." The

dialect said, "It's okay, I understand you, if there's nothing to do, we'll go back to the quicksand first."

Huang Zi knew about the crash, nodded, and sent the two away.

It wasn't until the person walked away that the team member of Longteng asked: "Brother Huang, that guy is just bragging, do you listen to the tone of his comments on TC before?

Huang Zi smiled and asked, "What rank are you now

?" The man didn't understand why he asked, but he still replied: "One district drills about three, in terms of personal strength, it can barely be regarded as a master rank, what does it mean?"

Huang Zi said: "That guy is not simple, playing the king game is like playing, and his own strength must be higher." If my guess is correct, he is at least the top 80 god players in the first district. There are pros and cons to being able to make friends with him, and in the future, your eyes will be bright, don't always judge people by their appearance. "

He plays the game so well, maybe he really knows

the TC team?" "Impossible, right? Now the TC team has entered the ranks of the first-class teams in the country, if you just say a few words, even if you know each other, then it's not simple?"

Huang Zi didn't know the details of the dialect, and in the face of the conjectures of the team members, he didn't dare to deny it.

Quicksand training room.

Fang Yan and Liu Jianqiang each held a basin of water, you go in and I go out, for a few days in a row, although I am not used to it, but I will not complain like before.

When Wang Anying was cooking instant noodles, she rarely remembered that there were two people in the training room, and the reason for doing this was simply to be grateful for what happened that night.

"Let's eat first.

Wang Anying sat on the sofa, her slender fingers pulled the long hair that fell in front of her ears behind her ears, and she took a small bite of stool in an elegant manner, and then chewed it seriously.

Fang Yan asked curiously, "Do girls like to eat like this?"

She raised her head and asked in a calm voice, "Oh, how should I eat it?"

Fang Yan took a deep breath, shook off her cheeks, and actually stuffed nearly half a bucket of noodles into her mouth, Wang Anying was stunned for a moment, and looked at the former with a smile.

"Try it, it's so cool.

He mumbled and rolled his eyes.

To be honest, Wang Anying has never tried to eat like this, and she thinks it is quite interesting like a dialect, so she immediately opened her cherry red mouth and imitated him. An unprecedented feeling of refreshment emerged in my heart, and the depression accumulated in the past seemed to dissipate with this bite of instant noodles.

Of course, she quickly realized her gaffe, and her little face turned crimson.

"Dialect, I ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth.

Wang Anying was a little curious, was the student in front of her the one who helped her make the list that night? The list that was promoted to the master rank, even she, a professional player who drilled the second section, felt difficult, and after losing the first two games, she almost despaired.

And she will never forget that in the remaining three promotion matches, each of them carried the whole game, and there was not a single repeat position. She has studied, and the three positions are midlaner, ADC, and jungler.

It's incredible to be so proficient in three positions.

In the passerby game, many players will play many positions at the same time, but there is only one position that they are proficient in, and they can carry the whole game in the master game, in Wang Anying's view, this in itself means that the person who plays the list is definitely proficient in these three positions.

That

night, apart from himself, there were only Fang Yan and Liu Jianqiang, who had admitted that the person was not him, so only Fang Yan was left. The quicksand team has strict requirements for the training room, and unrelated personnel cannot easily enter, so it will never be someone who comes in and helps her make a list.

Feeling Wang Anying's scorching gaze, Fang Yan nodded and said, "It's just luck." "

Admit it?

In the quicksand team, there is actually a master who should be hiding.

"Can you tell me your rank?"

Wang Anying got to the bottom of it.

Fang Yan waved his hand: "You may not believe it when you say it, but in fact, my rank is still in the silver five."

Wang Anying's performance was not exaggerated, she just shook her head calmly: "I don't believe it." Fang

Yan said: "The king of District 1?"

Wang Anying still shook her head: "There are so few kings in District 1, and the players who can reach the king section are either a substitute or a team member."

"Anyway, you don't believe it, it's better for you to choose one yourself, what rank do you think I am, then I am what rank."

Liu Jianqiang forced a smile.

Wang

Anying didn't ask again, she didn't like to force it, since she didn't want to say more dialects, she wouldn't ask without interest.

Now she just wants to wait for the TC team to finish the finals, and then leave this place, as the only player in the small county town who has been selected by TC, Wang Anying's future is limitless.

The three teams are currently fighting openly and secretly, and they all want to replace the quicksand team and sit in the first position.

She was exhausted by this and extremely tired of her current state.

"There's not a lot of work in the training room these days, so let's rest for a few days, and I'll call you when there's work. If you want to thank you, go to thank Uncle Wang.

Wang Anying finished eating instant noodles and got up to leave.

She and Fang Yan are two people, and they don't have much in common.

There are students on one side and professional players on the other, their future paths are different, and if nothing else, the two sides will always be parallel lines, and there will be no place to intersect.

"Fang Yan, are you really going to help Huang Zi play tomorrow?" Liu

Jianqiang couldn't help but ask.

Dignified Wxiao, a thousand yuan for a game, is it that low?

If so, don't pull him into the team at all, if you need to play a game, you will come to spend money to invite him.

Fang Yan nodded: "If you break someone's high-end keyboard, you have to make money and pay others, and Sister Zhao and they still live in my house, don't you need money for rent, water, electricity, food

, drink, and Lazar?" Liu Jianqiang smiled bitterly: "Are you willing to promise any of our teams that the annual salary will exceed 10 million, and when the time comes, drive a sports car and drink red wine, isn't it very happy?"

Fang Yan was silent for a long time and said: "That feeling is too unreal for me, I will play professional games, but not now."

Liu Jianqiang was anxious: "Everyone knows that the best life expectancy of a professional player is between sixteen and twenty years old, and a little later to about twenty-one years old. After this golden time, all aspects of operations will decline. Dialect, you are eighteen years old this year, and you will be nineteen years old next year, and you have a few more years to wait.

"As a friend, I would like to remind you that now the ID of Wxiao is worth a thousand gold, it is best to take the opportunity to make a little more money, build your fame, and when you retire, you can sell meat muffins and make a fortune." Once Wxiao's ID is worthless, you may not have a chance to add it to the team when you want to. Liu

Jianqiang said it from the perspective of a friend, and his tone was very anxious.

is different from the imagined coldness, dialect is easy to get along with, which team he will join in the end, Liu Jianqiang doesn't care, he just feels sorry for him.

After the age of twenty-two, in the rapid changes of the LOL version, the dialect will find it difficult to keep up with the pace of the version. It's only a matter of time before a generation of legendary players falls, and just like the twenty-three-year-old Scarry, he is now not aware of all aspects of the operation.

Now he is in the period of fall.

Fang Yan just pulled him down when he fell, and the biggest reason was to scarry himself.

If the god of e-sports is really so easy to be pulled off the altar, then the faker demon king will not be in the first position of Hanbok for so long, and the reason is nothing more than that faker is at the peak at this moment. When the golden time is over, he will fall on his own altar without being pulled.

"Within a year, I will think about it clearly, Liu Jianqiang, you should know in your hearts that if I want to join the team, I would have joined it long ago. Now you're wasting your time on me. The

two of them talked about it for the first time.

Liu Jianqiang couldn't bear the silent fall of China's Great Demon King, and now he just wanted to do his best to persuade the dialect.

"Forget it, I'll talk about it later when I have time. Fang

Yan dropped a sentence and left the training room.