Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

"Jingshen, after returning to the team the day after tomorrow, there will be an assistant from the youth training, you have to try it out for me." As soon as the post-match interview was over, Coach He trotted all the way to Jing Fan's side and said, " It just so happens that there is nothing wrong with the team during the offseason, so a trial training won't take long."

"It's me again." Upon hearing this, Jing Fan, who was packing up his things, raised his eyebrows reluctantly.

"What do you call it again?" The coach was stunned, recalled it for a while, and then turned around and asked, "Who was the last person you tried out?"

"Here, the one next to you," Jing Fan put down the things in his hand, raised his chin, "Gao Yuqi."

"...No, I remember that Gao Yuqi joined the team in S5, right?" Facing Jing Fan's straightforward answer, the corner of Coach He's mouth twitched, "It's S8 this year, my dear brother, wake up!"

"in spite of……"

"Who was chosen?" Lu Cong felt curious when he heard it, so he turned his head and asked.

"I don't know either, the person recommended to me by the youth training," Coach He didn't tangle with Jing Fan any more, he took out his phone from his pocket and swiped the screen a few times while talking.

"Shen Zheng also said that he would send me that person's information for a while, but nothing happened for a long time."

"It should be just after watching the game," Lu Cong said, "The delay of the domestic game broadcast is very high."

"Hey, I sent it!" Coach He suddenly interrupted Lu Cong, and quickly opened the information that Shen Zheng sent him, "Xiao...Xiao Zeyang, who has been trained for two years, is good at positions Sup, ADCarry, have won..."

Although Coach He's chanting voice was very small, it still attracted the attention of many people in the background.

After all, she is one of the candidates for the next Concubine Jing, the successor of LPL's first support Jin Qianchi, there must be someone in the lineup.

"Xiao Zeyang? I don't think I've heard of it before..." Gao Yuqi frowned, recalled it for a while, and then said straightforwardly.

"I seem to know, is it just the one with round glasses, who is thin and a little short?" Lu Cong said while gesticulating with his hand, "It looks only about 1.7 meters? Before the club organized colleges and universities offline He played ADC once in the league."

"Hey, when you say that, I seem to be a little impressed!" Yan Fusen slapped his thigh, and became a little excited in an instant, "Is he always with Qin Dong? He looks fair and good-looking... I know him! Shen Zheng brought him up with one hand, it is said that he is a good boy, the intern planner we hired before is called Li Song, and he seems to have been chasing him for a while."

"Look and see, the little prince of gossip has started again, Yan Fusen, you have started again," Lu Cong clicked his tongue, lowered his head and looked disdainful, "The paparazzi who was delayed by the professional competition."

"Don't dare to act, dare not act." Yan Fusen replied to Lu Cong with a playful smile.

"Come and show me?"

Jin Qianchi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly made a sound, and he stretched out his hand to Coach He with a smile, his tone was very soft.

Coach He didn't hesitate much, and handed him the phone directly.

After all, this person might be a player who will soon take over Jinqianchi's class. It is normal for Jinqianchi to be more concerned now.

But Jing Fan's attitude seemed much more indifferent in comparison, sitting on the seat, he didn't even say to take a look.

In fact, it’s normal. After so many years, I’ve partnered with him for too many supports, formal and informal, and it’s no longer new to change it. , can still be away from the feeling of ".

"It looks pretty good looking, with nice eyes, I don't know if someone has edited the picture."

To everyone's surprise, after getting Xiao Zeyang's resume, the first sentence Jin Qianchi uttered was this.

In my impression, Jin Qianchi is definitely not a person who is so superficial that he likes to judge people by their appearance, especially in the field he is good at.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he is on the field, even Jinqianchi's teammate has one eye and two mouths, but as long as he is skilled, conscious and obedient, then this person is the most beautiful in Jinqianchi's heart.

Jing Fan seemed surprised that Jin Qianchi would say such a sentence, so he subconsciously glanced at Coach He's phone screen.

It was a coincidence that I happened to see the one-inch photo posted on the resume.

The person in the photo has a pair of very standard dog eyes, watery, neatly trimmed hair, and wears round thin-rimmed glasses.

Just looking at it feels a bit natural.

"It's okay." Jing Fan raised his eyebrows and said, but there was no expression on his face.

But to say that this sentence is not bad is already considered a very high evaluation by Jing Fan.

"Let's go, pack up your things, and go back to the celebration banquet tomorrow!"

Coach He saw that everyone's things were almost packed, so he smiled and urged.

****

I feel that the MAG club will have such a few special grand celebration banquets almost every year, such as the LPL Spring and Summer Championship celebration banquet, the Intercontinental Championship celebration banquet, the Mid-Season Invitational Tournament celebration banquet, the World Championship celebration banquet, the German Cup celebration banquet, and some celebrations The banquet will also specially invite some brothers and sisters from local fan clubs to come to the base to participate together.

This is also thanks to the generosity of President Feng of the MAG Club. As long as the club's results satisfy him, the team will have a lot of money in the account for them to squander the next day.

Sometimes when Mr. Feng is in a good mood, he will prepare some special gifts for the team members, such as a few tickets to the VIP area of ​​the star's concert in S City, or air tickets to and from Hawaii and Maldives, and hotel vouchers, etc. It's all a matter of Mr. Feng's big hand.

"Mr. Feng said that this year's celebration banquet will call the children selected by the youth training, and let's get to know each other." Coach He looked at the message sent by the boss on the mobile phone, and reported to several team members. "There are one, two, three, four, four people in total, and one of them is Qin Dong. You have trained together before."

"Four people," Lu Cong was taken aback, "How can we choose so many this year?"

"It is said that one of them was arranged to go to a team in the First Division, but it was rented out in the name of our club," Coach He smiled, "Hey, even if forty people are selected, it will not replace you. Go down, what are you panicking about?"

"Don't panic, bro," Lu Cong waved his hand, "I'm quite old, and I might be disgusted by the boss someday."

"It's okay, as long as I don't dislike you." Coach He smiled.

This coach He's name is He Weiming. He came to the MAG team in S6 as the head coach. This year, he is only 27 or [-]. He is still young and can chat with the players.

In the past, the coaches of MAG have been promoted and raised all the way, and now they have mixed into the management.

For He Weiming, the double championship won by the MAG team in the Spring Split and MSI this time is undoubtedly a heavyweight bargaining chip that will allow him to rise directly in the future.

But now it seems that He Weiming's desire to climb up the ladder is not so high, and he still quietly and honestly hangs around the players every day.

****

When the plane landed in City S, it was three o'clock in the morning Beijing time. Due to the jet lag, the few people were not completely upside down, so they all looked like night owls who had taken drugs.

After a serious discussion, several people planned to go back after eating something casual at the airport, but it turned out that they were about to go outside the airport after taking their luggage, but they met a group of people waiting at the airport to pick them up fans.

If there were seven or eight, or eleven or twelve, a few people paid out of their own pockets to discuss and treat the fans to a supper, and then they invited them. After all, it was really not easy to come to pick up the fans in the middle of the night.It turned out that Wuyang Wuyang piled up at least three No. 40 people, which was completely unexpected for them.

Because it was already 03:30 in the morning anyway.

Take a closer look at the crowd, and there are many young girls who don't look too old.

"Jingshen loves you!!!"

"Jinxian, we will miss you!!"

"Mag come on!!!"

"Thank you, thank you! I have to come to the airport so late, thank you for your support!"

To be honest, for He Weiming, if you ask him to analyze the tactics, he can do it easily when studying the version, but whenever he faces these enthusiastic fans, he can't say anything except thank you When I came out, I panicked both on the surface and in my heart.

The photographer accompanying him was still behind him, patting him as if nothing had happened, capturing He Weiming's embarrassing emotions and helpless eyes.

"Hi! How are you!"

Obviously, Gao Yuqi's troubles were much less than He Weiming's. He waved his big hands, grinned, and smiled at the fans in a heartless way.

"It's hard work for you to come to the airport so late." Lu Cong also walked up to the fans holding support signs and smiled, and patted He Weiming, "Brother Ming, give me the ticket for the celebration banquet, and give it to the fans at the airport. Let it all go."

"It's okay, but the manager gave me ten tickets... not enough." He Weiming said while digging out his pocket.

These ten cards were given to He Weiming by Manager Gao after the game. The purpose was to give a small gift to the fans who met him at the airport as a thank you.

Originally, the two of them didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that whoever was not at home sleeping in the middle of the night had to come to pick up the plane.

It turned out that now...someone really came.

Jing Fan stopped and sat on his suitcase, watching the coach and Lu Cong distributing invitation tickets to excited fans. After a moment of silence, he stood up and patted the camera guy beside him.

"What's the matter, brother?" The cameraman turned his head very attentively, "Let me take some pictures for you? That's great, I'm waiting..."

"No, wait a minute,"

Feeling that he was about to suffer from camera phobia, Jing Fan took two steps back subconsciously, but he still didn't forget to tell the camera guy: "Go over later and ask if there are any girls here alone or with two or three people here."

Jing Fan lowered his voice, and glanced at the fans who were picking up the plane: "If there are any, let them stay and tell us their address. Qian Chi and I will go outside and call a car to take them back. The fare will not be charged by them." Nevermind."

"Okay," the cameraman nodded, and stopped suddenly when he was about to ask, "The fare... Jingshen, can you pay for it?"

"Why don't you come?" Jing Fan tilted his head, the corners of his mouth lifted up like a smile.

"Then you should pay for it." After the camera boy finished speaking, he ran towards the fans without any hesitation.

Jing Fan didn't speak any more, and sat quietly on his suitcase.

Seeing a few fans waving vigorously towards him, Jing Fan also waved to them with a smile.

"I heard that someone is going to be a warm man again?" Jin Qianchi came over at some point, stood behind Jing Fan and said something in a half-joking tone.

"It's so late, it's not safe for girls to walk by themselves," Jing Fan didn't look at Jin Qianchi when he was talking, "If you meet someone who buys a car for convenience, and walks back in the middle of the night to save money... If anything happens, our team can't afford to walk around."

"You really think a lot." Jin Qianchi couldn't help laughing.

"It's okay." Jing Fan yawned and rubbed his hair, "I was still refreshed when I got off the plane, now I'm sleepy."

"The game was too tense before," Jin Qianchi said while sitting down, "Now when I suddenly relax, I feel sleepy."

"Ah."

"How does it feel to have a new assistant?"

"Fortunately."

"I heard that this assistant is my fan."

"Ah."

"You have to treat him well." Jin Qianchi said while reaching out to pat Jing Fan's thigh.

"It feels like you are explaining the funeral."

Jing Fan frowned at Jin Qianchi.

"more or less."

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