My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

There is no limit to the number of times players can be rotated in professional games, but multiple rotations can easily lead to poor coordination among players.

If you rotate too many times, you will be ridiculed by others. After careful consideration, the head coach glanced at Lei Mo who was sitting there playing with his mobile phone.

"At the end of the day, put on your team uniform and prepare for rotation."

Compared with the reputation of letting three chase four, more rotations are nothing.

Xian Mo is also on the entry list this time, but he hasn't played much. Before he confessed that he became the starting player after Brother Wang retired, they trained together for a few games.

In a specific lineup, Xian Mo occasionally played the assassin position, and the effect was not bad.

Before that, they didn't get along well. It's not so much a tacit understanding, but a strong adaptability and a good mentality.

The head coach had watched the live broadcast before, and he was still able to play under pressure when the economy was nearly [-] behind.

God T is right or wrong, they really only have the last chance to try and make mistakes, but if they lose this round again, they will enter the peak duel.

"Me? Me? I play the jungle position, I haven't practiced much."

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the lounge, because the weather was too hot, he habitually took off his team uniform jacket at the end of his spare time.

"You played pretty well before."

After the head coach said this, he went to communicate with the staff.

God T walked over to help Xianmo zip up the coat himself. Seeing his flustered look, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

No one wants accidents to happen. The players in the jungle position are actually pretty good, but the teams that can enter the semi-finals have won championships before, and they seem to be fighting against champions in every game.

The opponent's coach had already studied their lineup thoroughly, and it was a situation that was deliberately targeted. God T couldn't blame those players for a word.

Now, all hope can only be placed on Xian Mo.

If it wasn't for the sudden incident, there wouldn't be a player rotation in the semifinals and finals, and they brought a substitute just in case.

"God T, I... I don't play the jungle position."

At the end of Xian's mind was blank at this time, the next thing he was about to step onto was the stage he dreamed of, but it was in a way he had never imagined.

"You played well in the jungle position before, believe in yourself."

"I, can I really?"

Up to now, Xian Mo still feels a little flustered, and when he walked up with the head coach, his palms were already covered with sweat.

Another rotation in the RD team, and many people are already planning to watch their jokes.

Sitting in the audience, Xianyu could hear the fans of the RD team around him moaning and sighing, and there were many people singing bad words not far away.

When he saw his son appearing on it, Xianyu held Hua's hand for a moment, and the first thought that popped into his head was that this bouquet of flowers would never be wasted.

Before the end of RD, the news that spread out was always playing the development road position. There was also gossip on the Internet that he would take over the position of Brother Wang after he retired.

Xian Mo sat where the jungler was sitting before, and several RD players sat there with ugly faces.

Because he hadn't run in a few times before, the head coach didn't dare to choose a lineup that was too risky.

"Coach, this jungler doesn't seem to be good enough."

Xianmo clearly knew that after he played, if he lost the game, most of the infamy would be on him and Brother Wang. When the head coach was choosing a hero for the jungler position, he questioned it.

"What do you want to use?"

The lineup arranged by the head coach is what he thinks is the best at this stage. If the players have their own ideas, he is willing to respect them.

After all, the end of RD is no different from any starting player.

"Tiger."

This was originally the hero that the previous jungler was best at. The head coach also trained a lineup related to this, so he nodded and agreed after a little thought.

The opponent still targeted some heroes who could play tool-man junglers in the ban position. After seeing this scene, the head coach was not in a hurry to take it to Xianmo, but took down other strong heroes first.

Brother Wang got his famous hero this time, he stared at the character on the phone screen, his breathing was uncontrollable and a little messy.

When he was still a rookie, he became famous by relying on this hero in the first battle. Now he doesn't know if he can use this hero to win again.

The more this kind of time, the more the endurance of the players will be tested, and most of the pressure falls on Xian Mo's shoulders.

When entering the game loading page, Xian Mo raised his head and glanced at the audience.

During the game, the stage light was very bright, but the audience seats below were dark. He didn't know where his father was sitting now, but he was sure that he must be looking forward to it in a corner he couldn't see. look at yourself.

Thinking of this, Xian Mo wiped the sweat from his palm with his sleeve.

Most of the time, the commander in the team is an auxiliary position, but this time, Xian Mo unknowingly began to ask other teammates to cooperate with him.

Tiger is the most powerful hero in the early stage, and this time he has no intention of dragging him to the back.

The auxiliary position in charge of commanding, when he heard the idle voice in the earphones, for a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the past.

The jungler who went to the hospital also didn't like to obey discipline. Most of the time, he would be reckless on his own, and he had a gentler personality at the end of the day. When doing those things, he could greet them in advance.

At the end of the early stage, the rhythm was very good. It was almost a wave a few times, but unfortunately the player on the opposite side was also very strong, and every time he defended when he was about to push down.

When it was dragged to the middle and late stages, I couldn't do it like before, and more pressure fell on the double C.

When fighting for the Storm Dragon King, the commentators began to mention that if nothing else happened, whoever got the Storm Dragon King would be able to beat the opponent.

The scene was not as lively as before, as if everyone's heart was raised, and occasionally a few cheers made people tense up uncontrollably.

Xian Mo has been pinching the punishment in his hands, and just as the broadcast of him snatching the Dragon King appeared on the screen, the next second, Brother Wang, who was not in a good position, was controlled by the support of the opposing team.

The Storm Dragon King was indeed taken by RD's Momo, but he had already lost the double C and the supporting RD. No matter how hard Xianmo tried, he still couldn't hold the crystal.

The other player against the road has been pinned down and unable to come back. Brother Wang watched helplessly as they clicked off their own crystals.

After the game, Xian Mo took off his earphones, the broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, at this moment he could hear the voice of opinion.

"Is RD really going to be chased three times and four times? Will RD miss the finals? I heard from RD's manager before that the old king of their development road plans to retire after the World Championship. Will it become his lifelong regret?"

At the end of the day, he threw the earphones on the table irritably. Although the explanation was correct, he felt very uncomfortable listening to it.

He stepped off the stage with a cold face, returned to the lounge and washed his face with cold water, holding the sink with his hands and staring at himself in the mirror.

In the previous game, he always thought he could win. He got the Storm Dragon King, and his blood volume was under his control. As long as Brother Wang didn't make any mistakes in positioning, they would definitely not be reversed.

As Brother Wang himself has admitted, the current him is no longer suitable to continue standing in this arena.

At the end of the day, he couldn't say a word of reproach, but it was indeed a bit uncomfortable because of that incident. After taking a deep breath, he opened the door of the bathroom and walked out.

God T is comforting Lao Wang in the lounge. As someone who has experienced it, he can almost empathize with Lao Wang's current powerlessness.

After thinking about it, the sorry I wanted to say at the end of my leisure also got stuck in my throat.

He is well aware of Brother Wang's character, if he apologizes now, it will definitely add salt to his wound.

So, he just handed over a glass of water and comforted in a low voice: "Brother, there is still a peak duel."

The rest time in the middle is very long, so long that both the audience watching the live broadcast and the live audience feel a little impatient.

"Why don't you let the substitute come on, I, I..."

Brother Wang exerted all his strength to say these words, his voice was a little hoarse, and the veins on the back of his hands jumped, as if he was expressing his unwillingness silently.

Just now he watched the replay by himself. If it was in his past, he would never make such a low-level mistake.

Now even he himself feels that he is too bad, how can he stand in such a dangerous place as a crispy man who can drive on the opposite side until his hero has not shown up.

When cooperating with each other, Brother Wang can feel that Xianmo's performance is good.

When he failed again and again before, he couldn't help thinking that if he changed his teammates who often train together, he might be able to win the game.

The jungler Xianmo who has been replaced now is fine, but the one who loses points has become him.

"What are you talking about? Can you play as well as a substitute?"

In the past, Brother Wang himself must have felt that the substitute was inferior to him, but now he felt that no matter what he said, it was inappropriate.

For him who is about to retire at this stage, the substitute may play better than him.

"In the peak duel, I believe you can win this match, come on, shall we?"

Master T put his hand on Brother Wang's shoulder, and said these words to him seriously.

They are all in the same position. God T was once the idol of Brother Wang. He took a deep breath under the comfort of God T, then nodded, and said in a low voice: "Okay."

Xian Mo took out his mobile phone and saw the message from his father without any surprise.

[I watched the game, you played well, let's keep going. 】

【Dad, can you understand? 】

[I don't understand, but... I know my son must be great. 】