League of Competitive Era

Chapter 23
Walking into the e-sports center, Chen Mo looked curiously at the various equipment around him.

Chen Mo was amazed by the huge viewing screen, the auditorium that could accommodate thousands of people, and the professional e-sports training room behind.

While introducing to Chen Mo, the senior sister next to him secretly glanced at him, thinking about how to leave the junior's contact information next.

As for the little fat man, he followed the two of them, feeling secretly sad. This world that judges people by their appearance has caused tons of harm to him.

The road in the e-sports center was not as complicated as the senior said. Not long after the few people walked, they came to a hall.

The senior sister pointed to the inside, and said with a smile on her face: "This is the place for the trial training, and I will send it here, junior, you have to work hard!"

Chen Mo nodded slightly, "Thank you senior sister, I will work hard."

The senior sister wanted to say something, but felt a chill behind her, turned her head to look, and the little fat man was looking at her with resentment.

The senior sister shuddered, and said to the little fat man bravely: "This junior, you have to work hard too!"

"Ouch!!"

In an instant, the little fat man seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and his whole body came back to life.

He ran to the side of the senior, hammered his chest with his hands, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, senior, I will definitely pass, and I will definitely become your real junior..."

Seeing that the little fat man wanted to make a long story, Chen Mo patted his forehead, and hurriedly pulled him in.

Looking at the handsome back of the junior, the senior sister's eyes were full of peach blossoms.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't asked her junior for contact information.

The senior sister's face suddenly turned cold, and the resentment on her face was not inferior to that of the little fat man before, "Damn fat man, you ruined my good deed!"

Not to mention the seniors outside the door, Chen Mo and Tang Sen who walked into the hall suddenly felt the pressure.

There is no other reason, there are too many people interviewing in the hall.

"Based on the current situation, there must be at least 500 people here!" The little fat man said solemnly.

Chen Mo also felt the pressure, frowned and said, "This doesn't include the ones who didn't come, plus those, it is estimated that there are more than 600 people."

There are so many people who try out, how many people are admitted?
According to the requirements of the league, the minimum configuration of a team is six people.

Five starters plus a jungler at any position.

In other words, today's trial training may only admit one percent of the people.

You must know that those who can come to Huaqing for trial training must not be low in strength, at least those at Wu Di's level are afraid to come.

After sorting out their mood, Chen Mo and Tang Sen found a seat at random and sat down.

Everyone has a computer in front of them, and the trial training should be carried out on this.

Chen Mo was not idle either, and quickly familiarized himself with the mouse and keyboard at his position.

Not long after, all the remaining people arrived, and a senior walked in.

With the microphone in his hand, he coughed twice, and everyone fell silent.

"Attention all special students, according to the requirements of this trial training, the initial test is 10 minutes to make up the knife, please use the computer on your body to enter the trial training interface, and select the best [-] in this assessment to enter the next round."

After his words fell, everyone's computers entered a custom interface, and the hero they chose was Deathsinger.

Chen Mo had also tried using Dead Song to make up the knife.

The League of Legends will produce 10 pawns within [-] minutes, and his best result is less than [-] knives without interference.

Therefore, Chen Mo is still very confident about making up the knife.

But when some players in the hall saw this task, their expressions suddenly became ugly.

Most of these people are junglers and support players. Isn't it embarrassing for them to compete with players in other positions?
But this has nothing to do with Chen Mo, he has already started testing.

This interface is probably specially made by the school for the trial training. There are two very eye-catching numbers in the upper left corner, one is the number of ups and the other is the countdown.

Moreover, Death Song's skills are locked, which means that he can only use basic attacks to make up the knife.

Chen Mo tried to press the B button, and found that it was possible to go back to the city, but he couldn't use the teleport to go online.

In other words, the rules allow you to buy equipment, but every time you go back and forth, you will miss a wave of soldiers.

After testing for a long time, the line of soldiers finally came out. Chen Mo concentrated his attention and fixed his eyes on the blood line of the soldiers.

One, two... fifty...

The time is getting less and less, and the numbers in the upper left corner are getting more and more.

Finally, when the time became zero, the interface froze instantly, and on Chen Mo's interface, a number 107 stood out.

In this test, Chen Mo didn't miss a single pawn, setting his record for replenishing pawns.

Of course, this is only in a non-interference state. If it is on the field, more than 80 online CS is already very powerful. After all, you still have to return to the city and provide support.

Putting down the mouse, Chen Mo looked around.

Among the people in the trial training, some are full of confidence, some are uneasy, and some are crying.

There were only 600 people left among the 100 people, and the competition was very cruel.

It's just that Chen Mo is very calm, his grades are definitely the best.

The school's professionals need time to count, and during the waiting time, the little fat man next to him is unwilling to be lonely.

He quietly kicked Chen Mo's desk, and said in a low voice, "How is your grade? I made up 98 knives, isn't it amazing!"

Chen Mo said nothing and motioned for him to look at his screen.

Tang Sen poked his head and saw the numbers on Chen Mo's interface, he was in a bad mood.

"Damn, one hundred and seven, what the hell kind of monster are you? Do you dare to be more awesome?"

Chen Mo looked calm, thought for a while, and shook his head, "It can't be any more awesome, only one hundred and seven knives are paid out in 10 minutes!"

fatty:"………"

During the conversation, the statistics had been completed, and the college projected the results of the [-] people admitted on the big screen.

Everyone's eyes widened, expecting to find their own names.

But when they saw the first name, everyone couldn't help but swear.

“我靠，No.1那个叫陈默的是什么鬼？10分钟补刀107个？而且他还是个打野。No.2一个中单才98个啊！”

After being shocked, everyone was speechless. What do you want to do with such a good last shot as a jungler?Pawns on dirty lanes?
The person in charge of statistics was obviously also very surprised. He was stunned for a long time before he realized it.

"The 100 people on the screen stay, the others please leave first, you are eliminated!"

Woohoo! !
The hall suddenly resounded with sobbing sounds. Although they had guessed their ending after repairing the knife, when the result was placed in front of them, they still couldn't suppress the sadness in their hearts.

Although it was very sad, more than 500 people who were eliminated still left in a bustling manner.

After being eliminated by Huaqing, they need to hurry up and go to other alternative schools for trial training.

(End of this chapter)