The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

After the bubbling match, there will be a lottery draw. This year, a player from North America is in charge of the lottery. His professional ID is Luky. Lucy is very unlucky for Luky. The drawn groups can no longer be judged by good or bad. It can be said that , he pulled out the most dramatic grouping.And he also drew the team in this division that defeated him so that he could not participate in the S game to the death group, causing the team's boss and players to tweet and scold his mother after the draw.

DLJ was not assigned to the death group, but its group B was also not easy. In the group, there were MON team from the Japanese division, DAT team from the European division as the host, and their old opponent in MSI-ZRP team.

Since ZRP lost to DLJ last time, their status has declined slightly. Now they are entering the S game as the third seed of the LCK, and the first seed of the LCK is naturally the BTA team known as the "Triple Crown".

His grades were mediocre, but it didn't stop Icecream from showing off his power. He still wore the small pair of glasses on MSI, and he actually came to DLJ's training room.

Although Paris has beautiful scenery and is a good place to visit, since they are here to participate in the competition, they naturally don't have time to play, and they are bored indoors all day and step up their training.For this reason, the organizer specially prepared an exclusive training room for them. In order to avoid the leakage of tactics, each team is an independent room, and the distance is far away.

Therefore, when Icecream ran over without even knocking on the door, they were taken aback.

"Wow! Icecream!" Shen Xingchi sat at the door, was the first to see him, subconsciously covered his computer screen with his hands, "What are you doing here?! You don't come here to steal the team's secrets, do you?"

Icecream ignored him, went straight to Yi Cheng and Fu Mixiao's table, pinched his waist, and said in his English with a strong accent: "Orange, Xiao, I will definitely defeat you this time!"

"...Oh." Fu Mixiao took off the earphones, only glanced at him, and then continued to watch the video to analyze the opponent.

Yi Cheng blinked her eyes, and said after two or three seconds, "Pardon?"

He still remembers how Icecream corrected his English tense.

For the person declaring war, it would be self-defeating for the other party to ignore him. Icecream felt neglected, so he angrily turned his head and did not look back to leave, but was stopped by someone.

"Ahem, why, come and go whenever you want?" Liu Ziye became playful, and looked at Icecream with a serious face, showing a fierce expression, "This is DLJ's territory." After finishing speaking, he With a wave of his hand, Shen Xingchi immediately closed the door knowingly.

Just look at Liu Ziye, rolling up his sleeves and approaching Icecream. Icecream was so frightened that he stepped back step by step, and finally pressed his back against the wall. Until then, he still stared and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Liu Ziye didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes, calling for his brothers to rush forward.

……

Half an hour later, Icecream returned to the ZRP base with an uneasy expression on his face. When his teammates asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything, and went straight to the bathroom with his clothes in his arms to take a shower.

He stood under the shower head, rubbing his body vigorously, as if trying to wash off all the smell on his body.The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally threw the shower gel on the ground angrily, and continued to curse Assi.

Assi!unacceptable! The DLJ gang!it turns out!

They actually ate snail noodles in front of him!Don't feed him yet!unacceptable!

……

The first round of the group stage started on October 1th and lasted for three days. According to the schedule, they had to play a Bo[-] match against other teams in the same group every day. The first round adopted a point system and no team would be eliminated.

Until the end of the last game of NO.13, DLJ's score was 1-2. Except for the game against the Japanese team, they lost two games in a row and ranked third in the group.

Shen Xingchi is the youngest among them. He has been playing professionally for less than two years. He has dedicated his entire career to DLJ, not counting any big storms. Therefore, he is the type that is most likely to get discouraged.

As soon as the game ended, he shuffled around like a zombie with a sad face, and returned to the waiting room listlessly.

Everyone was in a bad mood, so he kept enduring it, but he couldn't bear it anymore when he entered the house.

"What should I do?" Afraid that he would lose his composure just now, he kept his face stiff, but now his mouth was sore, and he was about to cry, "This is exactly the same as it was four years ago..."

Four years ago, DLJ was also in Group B in the group stage. At that time, they were in the same group as the BTA of the LCK team. The first round of the group stage was 1-2.No, the competition was held by the LPL back then, and the group stage was in Hangzhou. They didn't need to swim, just walked back.

"It's fine if you can't beat ZRP, but you can't even beat DAT..." He sat on the sofa with his head drooping, with a sense of decadence exuding from his whole body, "No...not this year, we will return to the top [-]... "

Yi Cheng cut off the words behind him, watching the child sitting there wiping away tears, he couldn't help but think of himself four years ago, he sighed, trying to comfort him as softly as possible.

"Will not."

"But..." It's okay not to be comforted, but after this comfort, Shen Xingchi burst into tears, and rubbed his hands on his face indiscriminately, "How can the BTA win... I obviously tried my best, and everyone did their best, but still……"

The European and North American divisions are not well judged in terms of strength, but in terms of mentality, they are definitely among the top players in the major divisions. All the players have a big heart, and they especially like surprises.Take the last game, when they played DAT, the opponent actually pulled out a mid laner Xiaofa.Division restraint is a metaphysics. LPL thinks that the LCK, which is like a formidable opponent, can be easily defeated by the European and North American divisions who are playing games happily.

Yi Cheng is very familiar with the feeling of being unable to win no matter what he does, but he is not qualified to be as hysterical as Shen Xingchi. He alone can't.

"Our game is the day after tomorrow. Everyone has a good rest during the offseason tomorrow. It's time for training the day after tomorrow. Don't think too much about it, and don't read the comments on the Internet." After finishing speaking, he asked everyone else to go back to rest, leaving only Shen Xingchi behind. one.

The conversation didn't have any real content. Most of the time he was comforting him. Shen Xingchi always reminded him of himself four years ago. He will definitely achieve results, and even thought about how to pretend to be X when he won the award, but the reality gave him a heavy slap in the face, not only telling him that everything was his wishful thinking, but also taking away what he originally had.

He was struggling, struggling, and doubting himself all the time.

There is no one around him, no one to say a word of encouragement, some are just endless abuse, so that he is deeply immersed in doubts about himself, and he has not been able to get out until now. Surrounded, while pretending to be calm and calm, for four years, he still failed to get out of the maze, he trapped himself there, trapped in his own fear.

I hope Shen Xing will not be like this.

With this mentality in mind, he said encouraging words to Shen Xingchi for over an hour that even he himself didn't believe.

Fortunately, he didn't believe it, and Shen Xing was late.

Yi Cheng watched Shen Xingchi's eyes gradually become brighter, filled with hope. He wiped away the tears from his face, and firmly believed in Yi Cheng's old-fashioned story with the theme of "Heaven rewards hard work, persistence is victory". , nodded like a pounding garlic, "Brother Cheng, I understand, as long as I have firm belief, it will definitely be possible."

"Okay." Yi Cheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, secretly relieved. Fortunately, Shen Xingchi was simple and easy to fool. He didn't ask him why he hadn't won the championship in five years, and he was still like this, could it? Is it not trying hard enough?

Fortunately, he didn't ask, otherwise he wouldn't know how to answer.

Not trying hard enough?not.

In the past five years, he had only a handful of rest times. At that time, Fu Mixiao was not around, so he had no other entertainment. He sat in front of the computer and trained all day. Whenever a new hero was released, he was also the first to practice. During that time Apart from eating and sleeping, he is playing games. There is nothing else in his life, only League of Legends.

But how can that be?

Judging from the result, he just failed. He worked hard for victory, but his hard work failed to bring him victory.

God rewards hard work.

Does this sentence really hold true?If it is established, what is he like now?

He became irritable, and subconsciously fumbled for cigarettes in his pocket, but he didn't find any cigarettes, only a piece of candy, orange flavored, which Fu Mixiao stuffed into his hand at some point.Seeing Tang Siren, Yi Cheng thought of the guy who forbade him to smoke.

After the game, he didn't go back to the lounge, but left with the team doctor.

The team doctor... His heart sank. He has been trapped in nightmares and depressed emotions for the past two days, which made him ignore Fu Mixiao's state. He was afraid that his nightmares at night would affect Fu Mixiao's sleep quality. He insisted on living alone, so that he couldn't talk to him properly.

Talking was secondary, he thought of Fu Mixiao's hand, the hand that was injured trying to save him.

A picture gradually emerged in his mind. When Fu Mixiao played these two days, his hands seemed to be wrapped with tape. In his impression, he didn't have this habit before.

Thinking of this, Yi Cheng couldn't wait any longer, so he got up to look for Fu Mixiao.

He was in the room, but he was not alone in the room.

Someone was talking, Yicheng put his ears on the door, and recognized that it was the team doctor's voice.

"Didn't you listen to me recently?" The team doctor said with reproach in his tone, "Sneaky training again? Didn't you be told to play no more than six hours a day?"

"The most important thing is to practice a lot in recent competitions." Fu Mixiao's tone was devoid of any emotion, but his words were rather modest, "If you want to win, how can you do it if you don't practice?"

"Practice, practice! I knew I shouldn't have let you play!" As a doctor, the team doctor hated his patients using Baidu to see a doctor, and hated them for not following the doctor's advice.And the one in front of him, the champion jungler, is obviously the second type. "If you continue to fight like this, your hand will be crippled!"

People in the e-sports circle may be afraid of Fu Mixiao, but he is not afraid. No matter what kind of glory he has, in his eyes, he is just a patient. If a patient is disobedient, he should be yelled at.

"Obviously you can still play for two or three years, so hard on yourself, do you want to retire next year?" The team doctor angrily patted a plaster on Fu Mixiao's hand. It's secondary damage.

But Fu Mixiao's expression was normal, he didn't seem to feel anything in his hands, he raised his eyebrows, and spoke very firmly, those who didn't know thought he was a doctor.

"I want the championship, not too much." He withdrew his hand and turned his wrist. "I will stay with him until he retires."

He naturally refers to Yi Cheng.

The team doctor knew it well, but this was not a reason for Fu Mixiao to disrespect the doctor's order.

The team doctor snorted: "Yes, yes, when your hand is useless, he will be playing games on the stage, and you will be watching the water cooler off the stage, can you take care of yourself a little bit..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of Fu Mixiao's room was opened.

Yi Cheng stood outside the door with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Why don't you go back first, and I'll come and find you later." Fu Mixiao waved his hand at the team doctor, and the team doctor didn't even have a chance to complain about Yi Cheng's freedom to come and go in Fu Mixiao's room, so he was kicked out .

As soon as he closed the door, he heard the trembling voice of their little boss from inside the room.

Yi Cheng said: "Fu Mixiao, you don't need to participate in the next match."