The Crown on a Wheelchair [Esports]

?Chicken head or phoenix tail◇

They were the last bullet fired at NPL

Ding-dong——

A small and exquisite glass elevator with front and rear double doors stops next to the corridor on the third floor of the base, and the doors slowly open.

Xia Liang pressed the forward button and drove the wheelchair in.

He didn't occupy the center either, but just stopped at the corner closest to the other side door.

Wei Xin, Zhang Pengcheng, and Lin Risheng followed behind and quickly got into the elevator, enjoying the cooler air conditioning in the training room. "Ah, it's cool." Zhang Pengcheng stroked his hair back and sighed in satisfaction.

"Hurry up, Ji Shen—" Lin Risheng stopped the sensor door.

"It's coming, it's coming." Ji Tian hurriedly put on his team uniform, ran over with his slippers on, and squeezed into the elevator.

Xia Liang said, "Are you all here?"

Ji Tian said: "Well, hurry up, a team of them are watching."

Xia Liang took out the magnetic card and swiped it at the induction area.

"let's go!"

In the midsummer, the KL base has undergone many changes. Due to the brilliant record in the spring competition, the Ministry of Commerce has won several new sponsors. Immediately afterwards, the central air conditioning of the base was repaired, and the canteen was outsourced to a famous catering company in Hangzhou. The system has also been re-planned, and three more toilets have been added.

Among the many surprises, the one that had the greatest impact on Xia Liang was the elevator specially installed for him.

Xia Liang gained priceless freedom, he finally didn't have to bother Ji Tian to memorize it, he didn't have to delay everyone's rhythm, and even after a while, the rest of the second team started to take advantage of him, and they didn't even bother to walk a few steps up.

In the end, taking the elevator to the garden to practice shooting became a great joy for the second team to show their superiority to the first team.

This is a unique tradition of the second team.

[The first floor is here]

Xia Liang saw a team of team members passing by in the corridor, and Pu Dongye greeted him. Then, the elevator cable slid, and Pu Dongye's blond hair disappeared from sight... He fell slowly, overlooking the row of targets in the flower garden in the backyard.

The target is riddled with bullet holes and some of the paint is peeling off.

"They're all here?" Xian Shichu wore a straw hat, holding a sunscreen to cover the shelf and shade the orchids.

Ji Tianduan breathed out his gun and adjusted the scope.

"Xianjiao." Zhang Pengcheng said, "This week, our winning rate in the NDL team in the Vera training server has exceeded 80%, and we are not far from winning every battle."

Xian Shichu said, "Really? Then congratulations!"

Xia Liang said: "How about training next, does the coach have arrangements?"

"I came here to fertilize today, and I just want to ask you one thing." Xian Shichu said, "Do you know what this year's NPL quota means?"

Xia Liang said: "If you can enter the NPL, you will have a chance to get tickets to the global competition."

boom!

A gust of wind blew past my ears.

The bullet was ejected, and the air flow flew past Zhang Pengcheng's hair, Lin Risheng's eyes, and Wei Xin's earphone cable. on the ground.

Ji Tian laughed, put down the gun, and ran over to pick it up.

"That's the horizontal meaning, but what about the vertical meaning?" Xian Shichu continued to ask, "Next year, the competition will launch the "Tianxuan Project", have you ever thought about how this plan will affect the current competition system? "

"Portrait?"

Xia Liang stroked the buttons of the wheelchair.

This was the first time he considered the issue from the perspective of time nodes, and he vaguely understood Xian Shichu's long talk.

The relegation and relegation system of NPL/NDL has been going on for two years, which seems reasonable. However, as the popularity of "Broken Cocoon" is getting higher and higher, the talent selection mechanism is becoming more and more mature. Referring to the cycle of "Gods", Xian Shichu believes that , The channel between NPL/NDL will eventually solidify, and the future will inevitably be alliance.

That is to say, the quota of NPL will be fixed and will no longer change, and this fall's promotion competition is likely to be the last time NPL accepts new members.

They were the last bullets fired into the city before the gates closed.

"Maybe there is only one chance, but I believe you can do it. The only difficulty lies in the psychological positioning." Xian Shichu said, "When we first met, I said that the gap between you and the first team is actually not that big."

Lin Risheng: "Huh?"

Xian Shichu said, "You were not there at the time, they knew it."

Xia Liang said, "Well, I remember."

Xian Shichu said: "Now, you also have teamwork, operational awareness, and competition experience. Some people even feel that their wings are hard and they want to fly..."

Xia Liang noticed that Xian Shichu was always looking at Ji Tian intentionally or unintentionally, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Coach, before, we just followed the gourd to deepen the hero pool, improve proficiency, cooperate, and memorize formulas... But I think we need to learn Knowing the opponent is not only by watching the game video, but also understanding the opponent's intention in the battle."

Xian Shichu said, "Yes, yes."

Zhang Pengcheng said, "Then what should we do?"

Xian Shichu said: "I'm asking you, Coco, chicken head and phoenix tail, which one do you choose?"

Zhang Pengcheng said, "Which one?"

Xian Shichu said: "Will you continue to win every battle in the NDL, or play training matches with NPL teams and be tortured? Vote, if you choose the former, you don't need to change the training mode, and you can directly participate in the promotion match. No no, but if you choose the latter, I'm going to make a new timetable."

After saying this, everyone fell into deep thought.

So far, they still remember the BO3 with the first team.

The losses in the first two rounds were very depressing. Although they won the last round, after playing the NDL and recalling it, they can all understand that it was Park Dongye who let the water go, so there is no sense of honor at all.They knew that they were not treated like a team, not because they were born at the wrong time, nor because their qualifications were low, but simply because they were inferior in skills.

"Coach, I choose NPL."

Xia Liang took the lead.

He thinks that technology will improve, and it is not as good as people in the past, but it may not always be as good as people.

"I follow the night god." Ji Tian said.

"I choose NPL." Lin Risheng said.

"I also choose NPL." Zhang Pengcheng said.

"The problem is..." Wei Xin thought for a while and said, "We want to play, but others may not be willing to play with us. Coach, for NPL, the summer split is more important than the spring split. There will be people who are willing to play training games with us. ?"

"That's 4 votes in favor, passed." Xian Shichu said.

Wei Xin: "..."

"As for the training resources, don't worry, I will get them even if I sell my kidneys." Xian Shichu pulled the last piece of sunscreen, picked up the orchid leaves, and patted the soil, "Western, do you trust me?"

A small attic on the top floor of the base.

The sun shone lazily on the carpet.

When Xian Shichu entered, Zhu Wenbin was reporting, while Yang Miao was sitting on the office chair with his back, resting his legs on the table, and shaking his two big leather shoes.

"Brother Miao, I'm calling you, why did you turn off the phone?" Xian Shichu said.

"At the beginning of time?!" Yang Miao folded her legs and rubbed her temples, "What do you want?"

"I'm here..." Xian Shichu glanced at Zhu Wenbin who was sitting on the red sofa, straightened his body, and continued, "Brother Miao, I'm here to ask for a training match for the second team."

Yang Miao sighed: "There are so many things going on in the club, shouldn't the training match be arranged by the coach himself? Why don't you learn from Zhang Mingchen and send me regular emails to report, don't surprise me like this, okay?"

"I thought it was a big deal." Zhu Wenbin smiled. "At the beginning of the year, you have such a wide network of contacts. What's so difficult about arranging a training match? Besides, the second team is the champion. Which team isn't fighting us?"

"Within the scope of the NPL, it is really easy to arrange." Xian Shichu said, "However, I want them to have one to two hours a day to play training matches with NPL teams."

Yang Miao said, "What did you say?"

Xian Shichu nodded and said, "I just asked for their opinions this afternoon, and this is also their unanimous request."

Yang Miao said, "Then you ask Wen Bin for resources."

Xian Shichu paused.

"He won't help me."

Zhu Wenbin suddenly heard this sentence, he was angry and laughed, patted his knee and said: "I swear, Shichu, I really asked for you, you are very familiar with ART, the coach doesn't care about things, you know, Ye Feichi retired, and the rest of the players Everyone thinks their own way, needless to say? Those stinky faces of EMG, alas, touched my nose! And FG... In short, if your second team only plays against my first team, I will find time to arrange two games. Okay, but I don't have superpowers, let the whole NPL play with you."

"Well, Wen Bin is also right, the summer split is about to begin." Yang Miao said, "For the twelve clubs in the NPL, they don't want to waste time playing training games with our second team, which makes sense."

Xian Shichu said, "Then buy it."

Zhu Wenbin said: "Wow, can you save some face for KL?"

Xian Shichu said: "I don't want face, I want to solve the problem."

"Where does the money come from?" Yang Miao coughed.

Xian Shichu said: "Our second team's 20 championship bonus, after deducting the personal ones, leaves nearly [-]. Brother Miao, you don't want to subsidize all of it to the first team, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Zhu Wenbin stood up, raised his hand, and pointed to the black and white group photo posted on the wall, "Qingyu, Serein, Bee, they can get 10,000+ rewards for attending an offline event, what about the second team? Can the second team bring profits to the club like the first team? The second team relies on the club for food, clothing, housing and transportation, but this year they just got a little bonus, which is not enough to pay the electricity bill, so they dare to accuse our first team of spending money ?”

Xian Shichu said: "KL is an e-sports club, not a business. If you want to go on for a long time, you can only rely on the record, not on the traffic. Wen Bin, do you want to discuss the ability of "Qingyu" to play AD?Then do you want to ask Ji Tian? "

Zhu Wenbin: "..."

Xian Shichu didn't look at Zhu Wenbin, walked up directly, put his arms on Yang Miao's desk, and said, "I don't ask for much, it's just the resources of the NPL training match. If we can advance smoothly, the benefit is far more than 20 yuan. .”

This sentence is like a magic needle inserted into the rough sea.

Yang Miao couldn't refuse.

"Well, I……"

"Brother Miao, I still have questions." Just when Yang Miao was about to agree, Zhu Wenbin interjected forcefully, "I don't know if you have heard that Xia Liang's physical examination report for the second team mid laner has come out. His physical condition is not good enough. It is suitable for high-intensity training at night, if you buy a training match, the opponent usually arranges it in the early morning, so there may be conflicts."

Yang Miao said, "What?"

Xian Shichu said, "Wen Bin."

Zhu Wenbin said: "If you don't believe me, ask Zhang Mingchen."

Yang Miao remained calm, picked up the landline and made a call.

……

"Uh, uh, okay, got it."

After some conversation, Yang Miao hung up, her hands still on the phone handle.

Xian Shichu didn't ask about the result.

"Am I right?" Zhu Wenbin said.

"Mingchen said that the situation is more complicated. It doesn't mean that you can't train." Yang Miao raised her eyes and said lightly, "Then, where did you get the news, Wen Bin? You are more informed than me?"

Zhu Wenbin's cheekbones moved, and he stopped talking.

"At the beginning of time, I will give you 20 yuan to buy an NPL training match." Yang Miao didn't wait for an answer, and then finished her decision, "Who to fight, how to fight, and when to fight, the decision is yours, and the business department will handle it." .”

Xian Shichu said, "Good!"

00:30;

The lights in the dormitory of the second team were on.

Xia Liang was lying on the mattress alone, holding up his mobile phone, planning his new life.

It seems that Xian Shichu's promise was not a joke. In the group file, the NPL training match has been scheduled for next week. Every night from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], they will have the opportunity to compete with the top ten players in the cocoon nest rankings. "Learn martial arts".

Xia Liang took out his notebook again, and matched the IDs of the masters with the game videos he had watched in the past.

"First game, FG.. Second game, EMG.."

After sorting out these, Xia Liang still wants to study Pu Dongye's Natasha, but unfortunately, the keyboard and mouse are not around, so there is no condition.

He sighed.

His teammates were still training downstairs at this time, but because his body needed to lie flat, he had to be called back to the dormitory by Zhang Mingchen from twelve o'clock, staring at Ji Tian's bed in a daze in a paralyzed posture.

There were footsteps outside the door.

"Ok??"

Xia Liang pulled the rope by the bed and sat up, waited for two or three seconds, only to find that someone was passing by, not Ji Tian.

"Ok."

Xia Liang smiled wryly, took a sip of water, and lay down again.

It was just such a situation that made him suddenly think.

He thought, even if a training match is added later, he can only stay by Ji Tian's side for an extra hour, and the rest of the time he can't sleep, and feels flustered, so why not do a little "side job" to make up for the training time .

Xia Liang stared at Ji Tian's bed board and couldn't let go.

The bed board can hold a monitor.

On his left, a keyboard can be placed.

On his right, a mouse can be placed.

The host can be placed at the head of the bed.

……

He wants to do a live broadcast.

There are a lot of people in KL who have tried live streaming, such as Crush (Zhu Wenbin), Qing Yu, and Gu Yu. It can be seen that the "policy" is encouraging. If they enter the canyon in the name of live streaming, Zhang Mingchen probably won't stop it.

The more he thought about it, the more reliable he felt.

The live broadcast is not training, but his personal wish. If he does this, the audience can also testify, and Zhang Mingchen has no responsibility.

Anyway, he didn't plan to turn on the camera, he just called his personal Rank, who can control him.

……

Under some strange circumstances, Xia Liang finally opened the browser and searched for "Teng Snake TV" like a monk stealing meat.

"Registration, um."

"Certification, um."

"What is this..."

Just then, the door handle turned and the door opened.

Ji Tian came in with a bowl of instant noodles.

"Ah!" Xia Liang shook his hand and slammed the phone on his face.

"what!"

The nose was sore and choked, and tears came out in an instant.

Xia Liang pulled up the quilt and covered her head.

"I'll go..." Ji Tian saw the situation clearly, sat next to Xia Liang, and shook his head, "I found that you are getting more and more stupid, what's the matter? You can hit yourself with a mobile phone?"

On the screen of the mobile phone, the interface of Tengshe TV is still on.

There are a lot of pop-up windows, which are messy.

"Huh? What are you looking at?" Ji Tian said.

"I didn't see anything." Xia Liang stretched out a hand from under the quilt, fumbled around the bed, and found his mobile phone.

"Small movie?" Ji Tian said with a smile.

"No." Xia Liang said.

"Oh, I slipped out to eat supper, and I want to share it with you." Ji Tian forked out a bunch of noodles and said while drinking the soup, "You got resources here, but you didn't pass them on to me? It's boring."

Only then did Xia Liang sit up, put her knees on her chest, and slowly confessed her true thoughts.

"I...I want to do a live broadcast."