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This didn’t happen so suddenly. Jiang Hong noticed Yi Fan’s ability to judge as early as in the previous games. He was decisive, daring to fight and fight hard, and he was able to lead NK to make the boldest and most correct choices in many places. This time, he also proposed to ask Yi Fan to direct.

Although it gave Yi Fan a chance to practice, it was undoubtedly difficult for Yi Fan himself. It was hard for him to calm down in the Spring Split, and he was required to practice conducting in the Summer Split.

Maybe I will be on stage bp next season.

Yi Fan thought.

In the next training match, the early stage command was completely handed over to Yi Fan. The child was trembling and couldn't say a complete sentence. After finally saying it, he repeated it many times. He was sweating, and Qin Yu couldn't wait to help him explain those styles of play.

"Why was he suddenly asked to command?" Qin Yu went to the coaching staff after the training, "Yi Fan's mentality fluctuated a lot..."

"You can't let his mentality fluctuate throughout his career." The coach sorted out the data of the training game and took the time to glance at him. "Why are you so excited?"

"...not excited." Qin Yu still had Yi Fan's intermittent commanding voice in his head, which made his thoughts a little confused, "I mean, he has only played for half a season, so he is considered a rookie."

"What kind of rookie is he after playing for half a season?" The coach squinted at him, "Besides, it is impossible for our team to rely on Jiang Hong's command all the time. We must train a few more."

What he said was reasonable, Qin Yu had no words to refute, he clenched his fists, turned around and walked out.

In the training room, Yi Fan was holding a glass of warm water and asking Jiang Hong for advice. As soon as Qin Yu opened the door and walked in, he raised his head and stared at him: "How was my command just now?"

"It's okay." Qin Yu nodded.

To be honest, Yi Fan's command was really okay.When the jungler is in the jungle, he can observe more points that the online players cannot observe-this is the reason why most teams let the jungler participate in the command-this is the case with Yi Fan, although he stammers and lacks confidence , but at any rate he did not say anything wrong, and his thinking and style of play are also very clear.

"That's good." Yi Fan heaved a sigh of relief.

"Look, my son is so nervous," Fang Chi smiled, "As soon as I see anyone, ask how the conductor is doing."

"It's really not bad." Jiang Hong patted Yi Fan's head, "Keep working hard."

Yi Fan didn't resent others touching his head, and sat without any reaction until Jiang Hong took his hand away, then raised his head and drank the glass of water in his hand. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qin Yu looking at him all the time, After putting down the cup, he turned his head and asked, "What do you see me doing?"

"Ah." Qin Yu was stunned for a moment, "Have you washed your hair today?"

"Yes." Yi Fan scratched his head, "It stinks if you don't wash it."

Qin Yu replied vaguely, and even the bright lights in the training room were distorted and blurred. He walked over and grabbed Yi Fan's hair, and patted it again: "...Come on."

Yi Fan didn't know why and let out an oh.

The rest of the people exchanged glances with each other, and then turned their eyes back to their own screens.

The experiment in the training match was quickly put into the match. Yi Fanzhen seemed to let go of his whole body when he took command for the first time on the field: Fang Chi missed a pawn and he wanted to say a few words; If it’s too late, he wants to say a few words, focusing on breaking the teammate’s mentality before the team battle begins; before invading the wild area, he yelled loudly, “Every teammate is optimistic, I’m going to invade their red buff!”

A game was like a psycho, the referee behind him almost died laughing on the stage listening to their voices.

The result of the game was not ideal. They lost to each other 1:2. After returning to the base, Yi Fan clutched the hem of his clothes nervously, waiting for the coach to criticize his command when the game resumed. In the end, the coach only talked about the missing details on the field The meeting ended when there was a problem with the style of play.

"It's gone?" Yi Fan pointed to himself, "Don't you criticize me?"

"Why criticize you?" The coach looked at him inexplicably.

"Just... the command was messy, the mouth was too broken and said everything..." Yi Fan said, "The captain said that I wanted to say something, but after thinking about it after I stepped down, it seemed that I said too much gone."

"You know that too?" Fang Chi couldn't help but interjected, "Are you in the audience besides Qin Yu?"

"I didn't mention you?" Yi Fan looked at Qin Yu in shock.

"Well," Qin Yu nodded, "You said that Peng Li couldn't walk on the road with a blue buff, as if he was passing through a swamp, so you didn't look up, and the topic flew back to the bottom road."

"Double C owes you money?" The coach laughed, "Every conductor has their own style, and I can't control you."

"...Okay." Yi Fan shrugged, finally letting go of the corner of his clothes.

Since then, NK's command system has taken shape, but the summer split has been repeatedly defeated. As before, there are problems in team battles and laning.Yi Fan often brings up the rhythm but ruins everything because of his own audacity. It doesn't help if Xie You plays instead, it's just the difference between sudden death on the spot and slow death.

NK's real problem is engraved in everyone's bones like a gangrene. They can't learn how to fight a beautiful team battle in the true sense, such as finding terrain, making up damage, double c positioning and other details. Emphasize that the more wrong it is, the more outrageous it will be.

They only won one round in the group, and then played against each other outside the group. After finally scoring two points, they still ranked No.1 in the bottom of the overall standings.

If the bottom No.1 can win a game, then they will surpass NK, and NK will fall to the bottom one and be directly relegated to the first division.

The team's results were not ideal, and the atmosphere in the training room was a bit gloomy. After many years, Yi Fan will never forget that afternoon. They stopped the training match and rank, and watched the match between the bottom No.1 IW and OPG on the live page. It was the last regular season game of the summer split, and it was also a game that determined NK's life and death.

In the first game, OPG won.

In the second game, IW won.

In the third game, the two sides were evenly matched and played until the end of 45 minutes.

A wave of team battles was on the verge of breaking out, but OPG's mid laner accidentally made a mistake and was accused of staying in place. Then the IW players rushed up, their skills were all over his face, and the hearts of several people in the training room also mentioned throat.

Fortunately, the reaction of professional players is not slow. OPG's mid laner, a golden body, happened to avoid the deadliest big move, and fled the battlefield with residual blood. IW handed in too many skills and wanted to second a mid laner. The wave of skills hit, and the skills were dazzling. Finally, with the roar of the commentator, the OPG of the red side declared the victory of the game.

There is no need to downgrade.

Yi Fan fell back in the chair, lowered his head and twisted the hem of his clothes.

But they are about to play a relegation match with the teams in the First Division. If they lose any game in the next BO5, then they will still fall into the First Division.

The dark clouds have only parted a little, and the sky is still gray.

The training match was even tighter, and drinking water had to be done in a timely manner. From morning training to night, it seemed that they had shown the momentum of preparing for the world competition.

Several people in a team were in a terrible mood. Except for Peng Li, no one noticed that Jiang Hong often walked out, and sometimes he was noticed. When asked, Jiang Hong just smiled and said that he went out to smoke a cigarette.

Picking up the water glass, Peng Li followed Jiang Hong out the door, and saw the man clutching his wrist tightly, pursing his lips and looking out the window, his gaze seemed to be on something interesting, but he didn't focus on it.

Holding the water glass tightly, Peng Li took a step forward, wanted to say something, then backed away, turned around and went elsewhere.He turned and left, but failed to notice that Jiang Hong's eyes fell on him the moment he turned around, and he fell into the clouds together with a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

The night before the relegation match, Yi Fan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep for almost an hour. He got up and sat by the window for a while, then got up suddenly to go out, hesitated at the door of Fang Chi's room, turned around and knocked on Qin Yu's door.

"Not asleep yet?" Qin Yu opened the door, wearing earphones, and holding the phone in his hand, as if he was talking to someone.

"I can't sleep, I feel like I have no idea." Yi Fan's voice was softer than his, "Can we win?"

Can you win?Or fall into the first division and start all over again.

What if you can't come again?

Once they fall into the first division, they have to win the next season's championship or stay in the top three, and only then can they return to the league by playing a relegation match.

What if it can't be done?

Who can say this clearly.

"What do you think? Can we win?" Qin Yu calmly comforted him.

"I don't know." Yi Fan shook his head.

"Tell me, anyway, when you think we can win, we all win." Qin Yu smiled, raised his hand and pressed down Yi Fan's sleepy hair, "You were probably a fortune teller in your last life. "

"Ah." Yi Fan looked up at him, waited motionlessly for him to fix his hair, and then said firmly, "Then I think we will definitely win."

"Okay," Qin Yu said, "I will definitely win."

As if being reassured, Yi Fan finally felt more secure, thanked Qin Yu and went back to his room.Qin Yu sighed, closed the door, turned on the phone, and found that he forgot to turn off the microphone just now.

Xia Zhi's voice came from the earphone: "Why aren't you so gentle when you talk to me?"

Qin Yu took a deep breath: "Get lost."

Xia Zhi was happy: "Didn't you say you don't feel guilty? Then why are you being so nice to him?"

"How can I treat him well?" Qin Yu said.

"What's wrong? I'm going to knock on your door in the middle of the night and you can tear me down." Xia Zhi said, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to sleep, Brother Yu, don't worry, I watched the game against you tomorrow The team's game videos are more delicious than yours."

"Ah." Qin Yu said, "Well, I know we will win."

The person who said that he might not win just now ran to open the door for someone else and then suddenly changed his words. Xia Zhi was not interested in asking him why, so he smiled and said to him: "Good night."

The author says:

I don't want to write about the game anymore! ! ! ! (Broken sound) So I made the plot of the game very fast, and I should only write about the World Championship and the relegation match in the next chapter in the future!I'm tired and I don't want to check the lineup for them. I can make my debut as a coach (no you can't)