Rise

Everyone has a time when they are young and full of energy.

So even if he was so contradicted by Zhang Ke in front of him, No. 1 didn't really care, and was even happy to see such a young junior in front of him having such drive.

Being driven means being ambitious.

For any professional e-sports player, only with ambition can he have the motivation to improve and progress.

Korea has F and M.

Europe has J.

If the future national server can have an extra K, it will also be a good thing that is worth gratifying.

However, having ambition and drive is one thing, but being blinded by ambition and drive, and being overly proud and leading to arrogance, is another thing entirely.

Number 1 still had a faint smile on his face, looking at the young mid laner of the Jiutian team in front of him:

"oh?"

"Since you made it to the top ten in the Korean server leaderboard, you should have also played against the 'temporarily' world's number one mid laner, right?"

Even under the gazes of several seniors in front of him, Zhang Ke still seemed to have no fear and nodded calmly:

"certainly!"

Number 1 raised his eyebrows:

"How does it feel?"

Zhang Ke answered without hesitation:

"I think I'm sure I can get a 50-50 tie with him!"

After saying this, perhaps the young Jiutian mid laner felt a little lax. After thinking about it, he added confidently:

"I know that ordinary ranked pub games don't count, but if I meet him in a professional game and he shows his full level, I won't let him go."

"SSK is very strong. They are strong as a whole. Han Shihao's mid laner can exert its full power because of the cooperation of Mafa's jungler."

"In terms of personal ability——"

“I don’t think he’s necessarily much better than others.

"

One sentence after another.

Zhang Ke spoke confidently and calmly.

But Mo He next to him couldn't help but twitch the veins on his forehead slightly when he heard it, and could barely conceal his anger, while Feiniao looked like he couldn't bear to listen anymore.

Number 1, however, still just smiled and listened, without interrupting or refuting the confident views of the junior in front of him. Only after the other party finished speaking, he reached into his coat pocket and took out a mini game console. Zhang Ke shook his head and signaled:

"Have you ever used this?"

"Try?"

Zhang Ke took it without hesitation.

Open.

The screen of the game console lit up, and a picture of a nine-square grid hole popped up.

No need to explain, Zhang Ke has already skillfully opened the difficulty mode in the option box, found the nightmare column, and clicked start.

Then came a very familiar scene.

The fingers of the young mid laner of the Nine Heavens Team were jumping and tapping on the screen quickly and flexibly. As the game time went by, it almost reached a dizzying level. A gopher whose head emerged from a hole in the ground was struck by lightning. The knock on the ground disappeared, and the time count in the upper right corner of the screen also jumped and increased...

In the end, Zhang Ke, who missed a gopher, was judged to be game over.

The final score was displayed on the screen.

7 minutes and 16 seconds.

It can be seen that Zhang Ke's face is slightly flushed, and there is sweat oozing out from his forehead. The game challenge just now is a high-intensity consumption of concentration and physical strength, but he seems to be quite satisfied with the result. ——

Handing the game console back again, Zhang Ke looked up at No. 1 with a hint of pride:

“This gopher game machine has been promoted and used by our club recently.”

"The best time I've ever had is 7 minutes and 43 seconds."

"It is also the highest on our team, a full minute longer than the second place."

No. 1 nodded slightly.

Indeed, the young mid laner in front of him has used his results and performance in this round of Gopher Game Machine to prove that he is not just talking nonsense.

Best time is 7 minutes and 43 seconds.

Even among today's first-tier professional players, it is enough to leave 90% or more of the team members behind.

Judging purely from the standards of personal reaction and operating speed, it has even reached the level of Seven Kings.

If you can train more targetedly, even if you break through to a score of more than 8 minutes, you may not be able to do it.

For a young rookie player around 20 years old...

It is already a very rare and amazing talent.

So No. 1 also smiled and took back the game console, and praised and encouraged Zhang Ke in front of him. The young mid laner of the Jiutian team consciously showed his face in front of several seniors, and turned back to himself with satisfaction. He was greeted by admiring looks from other teammates in the team.

Then only No. 1, No. 5, Mo He and Feiniao were left here again.

Mohe's eyes dropped slightly:

"It's funny."

He is not Zhang Ke. Naturally, he will not have the youthful and fearless pride and arrogance of his young team member. He also knows clearly that when the former was so proud and said such words that he could replace Han Shihao, he had already revealed that Ignorance and naivety.

No. 1 smiled and shook his head:

"It's nothing. You're young, so it's good."

As he spoke, he threw the Gopher game console in his hand:

"Seven minutes and 43 seconds is pretty good."

It sounds like a compliment.

Only Feiniao and Mohe knew that this was not the case.

Mohe looked at No. 1:

"What level is that boy from SSK doing now?"

Number 1 smiled again:

"him--"

"If it was before, ten minutes would be enough."

It was an understatement, but it was like thunder exploding silently on the ground.

Mohe was silent.

Feiniao took a breath and couldn't help but look at the stage:

"Where is this apprentice you brought out?"

"What level is it now?"

Regarding this question, Number 1 smiled and changed the topic:

"The game is about to begin."

"See for yourselves."

As the words fell.

On the field, the BO5 battle of the first group of eight quarter-finals between the decisive team and the Meilan team officially kicked off.

And just after nearly three hours——

The game ends.

Amidst the shock and roar of the entire stadium, and the ecstatic screams and cheers of the supporting fans in the audience, the final score of this round of the game was printed on the big screen on the stage.

Three to zero.

Defeat the team and defeat Mei Lan.

He almost won this round with a sweeping and crushing attitude.

Advance.

As the number one, take the lead in entering the national competition!

In the front row of the audience, the members of the Jiutian and TO teams were almost stunned with shock. The face of Zhang Ke, the young mid laner of the Jiutian team, turned a little livid.

And on the side——

Number 1 stretched out leisurely, looked at the two old friends sitting next to him who were also looking uncertain, and asked with a smile:

"how?"

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