Chapter 50
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[Leng Zhi: Tomorrow is special training. Luo Hongshuo, please arrange the location.]
[Luo Hongshuo: Captain Leng, I'd like to ask for leave tomorrow. I have some personal matters to attend to.]
[Yu Fu: Brother Luo, you're skipping too! I'm going to report on the team's situation to Old Man Yu tomorrow, so I'm skipping it too. Sorry.]
[Cold treatment: ?]
Time waits for no one. Before Jing Cheng could figure out why Froster could suddenly unleash its ultimate move in eight minutes, the Royal Cavalry had already charged in.
He had no time to think, so he could only use his life-saving skills and flee in panic.
Gongsun Shangxiang left her umbrella behind, but quickly disappeared to the back – losing the umbrella meant that Gongsun Shangxiang had no means of attacking in this team fight.
The Imperial Cavalry, having missed their first attack, immediately pointed their swords at the mecha piloted by Gu Zuo not far away.
His disruption instantly reversed the original 3v3 situation in the bottom lane.
You have defeated the enemy's armored character.
Gu Zuo: "..."
Our marksman had to use his skills to survive, and the mid-laner was a support mage, so we could only let him tank the damage and cover the rear.
The bottom lane collapsed instantly, and a team fight established LSG's advantage.
It wasn't until the team fight was over that the commentators finally understood what had happened.
"It was absolutely amazing!" he exclaimed. "Let me tell you all what happened."
KM was very cautious and first selected a versatile mid-laner to test LSG's style.
LSG didn't hesitate and quickly locked in the bottom mid lane as well, Xingluo Chess Saint.
And a tank on the flank, Maitreya Vajra.
KM breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the tank appeared on the flank.
Zhuang Yu's voice became more relaxed in the team's microphone: "Great, they didn't prepare a side lane system to counter us. Gong Cheng, you can pick directly now."
Gong Cheng silently chose his best side lane hero, a long-spear cavalry.
This selection immediately made the commentators excited:
"KM has selected their classic core, the Long Spear Warrior! It looks like we'll be enjoying some amazing plays from the Alliance's top-tier sidelaners today. It's a bit of a shame though, though, because the matchup against tanks will be less entertaining..."
However, the narration abruptly stopped, leaving the dialogue hanging in mid-air, neither up nor down.
"The blind monk...?" He murmured the name of the hero LSG would lock next, somewhat confused.
"LSG actually picked a second side lane hero? Although it is indeed the best option to counter spearmen and cavalry, they clearly already picked Maitreya Vajra... Could it be a mistake?!"
This is certainly not a mistake.
KM seemed a bit disoriented, hesitating when choosing their next two heroes. LSG, on the other hand, made their decision at lightning speed.
Maitreya Vajra is actually an auxiliary figure.
The entire audience erupted in commotion. Mario stared at the two sentences that popped up in the chat box and suddenly began to doubt his own reading comprehension.
Damn, what do you mean by "forming your own team"?
There are quite a few people who like to say this, but the people who usually say it are probably not even a third older than him.
The expert doesn't seem like the kind of dreamer who only has dreams and whose brain is as smooth as bubblegum. How could he say something like that!
However, no matter how much he tried to persuade them, the other party wouldn't budge, so Mario had no choice but to give up.
Well, everyone has their own ambitions. Maybe the expert will realize his good intentions after hitting a wall. I just don't know if there will still be such a good opportunity for a strong team to recruit a jungler by then.
Leng Zhi was unaware of Mario's worries; his mind was entirely focused on recruiting for the team with the same name.
And Jiang Mingzhe, who had a fever.
Shortly after Jiang Yijing returned to work, Jiang Mingzhe developed a fever again. Although the fever was not high and remained in the low-grade fever range, this was not a sign that people could relax.
Jiang Mingzhe mumbled as he removed the fever-reducing patch from his face: "I feel uncomfortable, I don't want to."
A moment later, he heard the sound of splashing water, and then a neatly folded towel gently landed on his forehead, feeling soft and comfortable against his skin, with just the right amount of coolness.
This is a method of reducing fever that Leng Zhi learned when he had a fever as a child.
It works on the same principle as fever-reducing patches, but the towel is soft to the touch and more soothing to patients than plastic, especially helpless children when they are sick.
Although Leng Zhi resembled the original owner of the body, their upbringing was quite different. The original owner had a turbulent childhood, moving from one poor relative's home to another, and was used to being treated coldly and harshly from a young age. Leng Zhi, on the other hand, was fortunate enough to be admitted to a wonderful orphanage and had a happy childhood until he entered middle school, when the orphanage went bankrupt and could not continue operating.
When he has a fever, the caregiver will bring him a basin of cold water to cool him down.
Jiang Mingzhe hummed softly twice, then quickly quieted down.
Leng Zhi confirmed the current situation with the doctor again: "Is it possible to have recurring fevers without needing injections or medication?"
The doctor explained, "A low-grade fever doesn't require intervention; it's his own immune system working. He's showing signs of sweating now, so it should subside in a while. We'll only consider medication if it recurs."
Leng Zhi felt a little relieved and patiently waited until noon.
Jiang Mingzhe's fever had completely subsided, and he was full of energy again. He squirmed in the tight blanket, saying, "I'm hungry! I want to eat! I want to drink water!"
I want to play more!
He didn't say the last sentence because his bad father would definitely not allow him to get out of bed and jump around after his fever had just subsided.
Actually, it's not uncommon for tanks to play support; this playstyle is quite prevalent among lower-skilled players.
As for why this playstyle is popular only among low-skill players, there are naturally a whole host of reasons.
"If I remember correctly, this is the first time in professional matches that Maitreya King Kong has been played in the support role, right?"
The commentator was also a little taken aback: "Yes, it has never happened in an official match, only in a few exhibition matches."
"It seems that LSG is going to take a risky approach, using the disadvantage of the support to gain an absolute advantage in the side lane matchup... This is not a bad strategy, but it is hard to say how effective it will be."
"There are many tank heroes in the support role, but they often don't need the team to allocate resources to them to achieve considerable tankiness. Maitreya King Kong, as a tank suitable for the side lane, doesn't actually have an advantage in base stats and relies heavily on equipment."
The two of them were clearly not satisfied with Leng Zhi's draft.
The director immediately switched the camera to LSG. Giant pandas, as rare national treasures, enjoy VIP treatment no matter which zoo they're assigned to. Red pandas, on the other hand, are only a Class II protected animal and are therefore not treated like royalty by every zoo.
"Our zoo strives to provide all animals with the most authentic wild experience and the most comfortable environment. Although we are still far from achieving that, we must ensure that their food is up to par!" Old Qi couldn't help but proudly remark when talking about this topic.
The task was assigned to the five children, and together with Lao Qi, the six of them worked together and soon brought back five small buckets with the bottoms covered.
Jiang Mingzhe was the first to rush back, standing on tiptoe to hold his "spoils of war" high in front of Leng Zhi: "Dad, look! Aren't I amazing!"
Leng Zhi: "..." This was exactly Jiang Mingzhe's height, and the live stream finally returned to normal.
Leng Zhi was starting to regret agreeing to the show's bonus game.
Although he doesn't care about the stars, he does care about money.
He bid farewell to Yun Jingcheng and Xiaoyu, and returned to the Jiang residence with a large cart full of ingredients and Jiang Mingzhe.
"Bang--"
Before Jiang Yijing could open the door, Leng Zhi pressed his entire weight firmly against the slightly ajar door of the walk-in closet.
He forced a smile that befits an excellent employee: "President Jiang... no, darling, I'm just helping you hang up your clothes."
Jiang Yijing: "?"
Then it dawned on him that the expert must have been trying to create a positive marital relationship in front of the child.
Jiang Yijing softened his expression and let the other person take off his suit jacket.
Jiang Yijing's suit jacket and shirt were both haute couture from famous designers. After taking off the jacket, you could vaguely see the strong lines of his forearms under the shirt, but Leng Zhi didn't even look at them and was busy tidying up the expensive suit jacket.
After sitting down at the table, Jiang Mingzhe quickly forgot about the little incident. He grabbed his small rice spoon and waved it in the air. After his fathers started eating, he immediately began to enjoy his meal.
However, the audience's attention had already shifted—after someone captured a cut of President Jiang in the butler's fleeting shot, the deviation from the plan became even more significant.
At first, they were complaining about the couple's detached attitude:
But when Leng Zhi and Jiang Yijing entered the dressing room one after the other, and Leng Zhi came out with a red face, the wind subtly shifted.
When the conversation at the dinner table turned to grandmothers, the screen was immediately filled with comments like "[ohhhhh!]".
This generation of netizens has an incredibly vivid imagination. You can't blame them, though. Two exceptionally handsome men have become a couple, and they have such an adorable baby. It's hard not to let people's imaginations run wild with this pairing.
After the meal, the butler faithfully pointed the camera at the young master, completely unaware that the audience was listening intently to the off-screen conversation.
"Butler, take Mingzhe to wash up. Leng Zhi and I have something to discuss."
"Leng Zhi, I'll go to the study first. Wait a moment and come over."
He rummaged through his pocket, pulled out the strawberry toothpaste he had secretly slipped in earlier, and muttered, "Hehe, here I come!"
Jiang Mingzhe tiptoed upstairs and reached the study door, where he could vaguely hear voices coming from inside.
"Oh, is Dad on the phone? I'll wait a bit."
He stood there in a daze for ten seconds, then suddenly pressed his ear against the door.
Since we're already here, why not listen to what Dad has to say?
Let him hear whether he's talking about work or secretly playing behind his back! After all, the bad dad is there too, and with a long history of bad behavior, he could very well lead the good dad astray!
No need to hold it so high, your dad can see it.
Then, a thud was heard beside me, followed by a scream.
Leng Zhi's first reaction was that he hadn't expected Lei Ling to have such a sharp voice. When he turned around, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Xixi was walking in a hurry when he tripped over a stone on the ground and fell down, landing on his hands and feet. The small bucket in his hand flew out along his path.
Clearly, he was heading towards Lei Ling.
Lei Ling looked at the green, muddy substance that had smeared all over his pants and screamed loudly.
These suit trousers were a luxury brand that he rented at a high price to make a good impression. Now that this stuff has been spilled on them, I can't even imagine how much money he'll have to pay in compensation!
Ahhh! Hee hee!
What children perceive as the fragrant smell of bamboo in their excrement is, in his eyes, utter filth.
He quickly realized his rudeness. Seeing the sympathetic looks from those around him, he calmed himself down and tried to suppress the urge to hit the child.
Xixi is his little cash cow; a small act of impatience could lead to great chaos!
I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I absolutely won't be angry.
Lei Ling silently repeated it three times in his mind, finally managing to force a smile that was even uglier than a grimace.
However, no matter how the camera zoomed in or out, Yu Fu and Leng Zhi showed no hesitation whatsoever. They were very satisfied with the lineup, and their lips moved as if they were discussing the next step.
The game has finished loading and the first game has officially begun.
KM's sidelaner looked terrible. He got his best hero, but was limited in every way. He was like the top-tier horse in the story of Tian Ji's horse race—the one that was worn down and couldn't even guarantee a win.
He could only log on nervously, hoping that if the opponent was bad, he could make up for the difference in hero strength with his skills.
His dream was quickly shattered. He had to lower his voice: "Such a good thing? We were all ready to help you raise 30 million."
Leng Zhi's previous five million yuan variety show prize money is still in his account, and he hasn't withdrawn a single penny.
He originally intended to use the money to rent a better training venue for the team, but as soon as he proposed it, everyone objected.
Everyone tacitly agreed that the marriage contract left behind by Leng Zhi's original owner was a ticking time bomb that would eventually steal all of the captain's savings.
"Captain, keep the money, it's far from enough."
"We're all used to being poor, so it doesn't matter if we don't have a base!"
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Yijing agreed so casually.
"What did he say at the time?" Luo Hongshuo asked curiously.
So Leng Zhi repeated Jiang Yijing's statement.
"In short, I can train freely while Jiang Mingzhe is in school. Even when it's time to participate in competitions later, I can hand Jiang Mingzhe over to Jiang Yijing."
However, his teammates suddenly fell silent.
They exchanged glances, making Leng Zhi a little uneasy.
"What do you mean by this?" he couldn't help but ask.
Yu Fu's eyes darted around: "Captain, not to be blunt, but I feel like there's something off about what President Jiang said."
Meng Cheng was inspired: "Yeah...it seems like it's using..."
It seemed like he was using Jiang Mingzhe as an excuse to find more opportunities to interact with his team captain.
He silently shut his mouth, not saying the rest of his sentence—if he did, the captain would definitely hold it against him.
The four of them had secretly watched countless fan-made videos of the Jiang Leng CP (couple pairing) together, and now, hearing Jiang Yijing's comments, their radars went off immediately.
If Leng Zhi's fans, who got to know him through variety shows, knew this, they'd probably faint from shock.
However, they only hinted at it and did not explicitly state their further speculations.
Leng Zhi narrowed his eyes: "What are you thinking?"
He was heartbroken by his teammates' despicable thoughts: "Such a good boss, he is my benefactor in helping me to have a better work attitude."
"Ahem," Zou Shu quickly changed the subject: "Captain, how about we take a look at the upcoming training plan? The companies the manager contacted yesterday have all replied."
At Leng Zhi's instruction, he opened the document on the computer.
The monitor displayed introductions and available times for four or five teams.
Although the new LSG team is under the name of Yu Fu, the division of labor within the team remains the same as before, with Leng Zhi serving as captain and Zou Shu serving as vice captain.
Unlike before when they could only contact university esports clubs, LSG has now made a name for itself.
Meng Cheng became famous overnight for his blind typing skills, and e-sports bloggers started a trend of blind typing, all wanting to try to see if they could do it.
Of course, all their attempts at copying failed.
The streamer's mindless repetition of the game is on a completely different level from the training received by top professional players like Meng Cheng.
"Actually, just like the game before last, it was because of the runes that Froster abandoned the normal health combination used by supports and chose an extreme path that no one had ever chosen before."
"That's cooldown reduction. Not only that, the equipment he bought also had some cooldown reduction properties. With a little calculation, you can find that he has a 20% cooldown reduction."
"What's even more terrifying is that no one in the WRC noticed this before he unleashed his ultimate move—that's where his true strength is most evident."
After the mech was defeated, Gu Zuo's screen went gray. He gritted his teeth and wanted to curse, but the match was still going on, and he couldn't affect his teammates' emotions.
He could only mutter a few curses to himself using lip-reading.
"You damn liar! You dirty tricks! You bastard!"
Forget about any alliance, fine them if you want, this is just too much!
Just as he was about to step forward and push Bian Xiangyu backward, the silence of the entire venue was suddenly broken.
"WRC will not go home."
"We will try our best to win, and you guys need to play seriously too!"
It was Bian Xiangyu's voice.
His hands remained tightly clenched in his palms, his fingertips white, but his voice showed no fear whatsoever.
He was serious.
Zou Lin shook his head: "No, maybe he'll deduct some of his salary? If it were an official league tournament, he might resign due to public pressure, but nobody really cares about city tournaments."
"Luckily, the experts are amazing, it's good that they won!" he comforted them.
The tactical manager nodded, seemingly confused, without saying a word.
After the match ended, the two captains shook hands amicably.
Yan Heng understood that the team in front of him was indeed very strong, and with them on the field, his LS team probably had little hope this year.
As if seeing through Yan Heng's thoughts, the opposing captain whispered as he shook Yan Heng's hand, "Don't give up. You have great potential, but it's a pity you ran into us. You can consider trying in other regions. Maybe you'll meet more like-minded friends there."
A surge of emotion welled up in Yan Heng's eyes: "Good!"
"Tch, all you say is nice words. I only gave you this opportunity because we're old teammates."
Sun Wei was very disdainful, but because he was on stage, he could only mutter his curses in a voice that could only be heard on stage.
However, Yan Heng, who was always the one who was bullied by him, raised his face.
"You don't deserve to use the word 'teammate.' From now on, we have no relationship. You don't deserve to play esports at all. You will be punished."
He spoke eloquently, and without even looking at Sun Wei's expression, he turned and left, leaving Sun Wei alone, seething with anger.
The city competition continued into the afternoon, but kindergartens don't need to be open for that long, so Jiang Yijing took Jiang Mingzhe home in the afternoon.
Jiang Yijing put down the baby in his arms, looked around, and felt a little empty inside.
Leng Zhi was not at home.
The photos Jiang Mingzhe sent this morning were actually at his behest, but there has been no reply yet.
Jiang Mingzhe had checked his watch eight hundred times: "Big Daddy, where did Cold Daddy go? Why didn't he reply to my messages today!"
Jiang Yijing couldn't answer, and couldn't help but feel worried about Leng Zhi's temporary loss of contact.
At that moment, Jiang Yijing received a call from Ling Feng.
The other party immediately showered him with praise: "Young Master Jiang, you're amazing! So efficient, and you're even a master at pursuing people!"
Jiang Yijing: ?
After his silence, the person on the other end continued:
"It's only been two days, and you've already bought the club. I thought it would take at least a month or two to sell this kind of property, but you've done it in just three days to please Madam. I'm ashamed of myself!"
"What club?" Jiang Yijing couldn't help but swallow hard.
Ling Feng didn't expect this reaction from the other party, and his speech slowed down: "Huh? That LSG team, isn't it the one you bought for Leng Zhi? I found it online."
"Hello? Moshi Moshi, Mr. Jiang, why aren't you saying anything?"
After a long silence on the other end of the phone, Ling Feng finally realized that he had probably said the wrong thing.
He couldn't figure it out. Was it because Jiang Yijing was embarrassed to let them see him fall in love?
So, Ling Feng took it upon himself to comfort Jiang Yijing: "Jiang Yijing, don't be embarrassed. We brothers won't laugh at you. We're all just hoping you'll do well, that's why we play games with you every night."
Leng Zhi was also taken aback.
Hey, this is supposed to be the trash talk segment... never mind.
"Okay, let's give it our all."
The stage lights shone on Leng Zhi's profile, making him look like a god.
A fist with distinct knuckles was extended forward, and Bian Xiangyu silently responded with a fist bump.
The audience was silent for a second or two, then erupted in prolonged applause.
"The final is different. After listening to so much trash talk, a genuine friendly handshake is unexpectedly touching!"
"Cold God! War God! Waaah, can't both teams advance together?!"
"What are you thinking about? Just focus on watching the game."
"That's true! I wonder what kind of surprise LSG will bring us today."
The final playoff game has officially begun.
"That works, let's change our strategy."
At the same time, LSG also received a concise instruction.
Tang Wenshi crossed his arms and said seriously, "This is the playing style you insisted on choosing. I believe in you. Don't let me down."
Leng Zhi chuckled and pushed the nervous coach out: "Coach Tang, you also participated in this system during pre-match training, so you won't be forgotten in the credit book."
Tang Wenshi: "..." What was he encouraging? These people were all bursting with self-confidence.
The second game has begun.
WRC strictly followed the same strategy as the previous game: a marksman as the core, a jungler as a semi-core, and utility heroes for the mid, side, and support roles.
"It seems like nothing has changed in WRC. LSG didn't get the upper hand in the last game. Will they make some changes this time?"
"It's still the same for now - but Ghost's choice of jungler is a bit problematic. As a core champion, the strength of the Ancient Pan God is a bit insufficient."
"However, his advantage is that he doesn't need red or blue buffs, so all resources can be given to the marksman. Let's see what Lancer will choose... a sharpshooter!?"
The narrator made an exaggerated expression, and the two of them exchanged a glance before continuing in an uncertain tone.
"I didn't see wrong, did I? They picked the Gunslinger after selecting the Ancient God of War? Then the team's damage output might not be enough."
"Yes, sharpshooters are not uncommon in professional matches. They are usually paired with a jungler. This is the finals, so LSG must have their reasons for making this choice."
The commentator swallowed back what he was about to say: "You must have chosen the wrong option."
It's understandable that other WRC players don't know much about Guojiang Lixian, but he's a professional support player! He knows this hero very well!
As for why they fell for it—it's because Froster didn't show any difference between their CD and others.
He deliberately slowed down the skill release rhythm, waiting an extra second for the four-second cooldown before releasing the second round.
Not only that, his health bar was also well hidden, as slippery as an eel, and no one could catch him, let alone notice that the damage felt wrong.
This is a clever deception; it requires not only superb acting skills but also meticulous, all-powerful maneuvering.
Bian Xiangyu had already retreated from under the enemy tower. He silently cleared the minion wave without saying a word.
The bear sprite emerged and cleared the minion wave for Panzer, who hadn't had time to return.
Neither of them made a move; they each cleared their minion waves and returned to their jungle.
However, Meng Cheng was not as calm in the player's room as he was in the game.
He was laughing so hard: "Captain Leng, I think Bian Xiangyu should have come to his senses by now. Do you need me?"
Leng Zhi: "Don't be silly and happy. Guard your jungle. Bian Xiangyu will come to his senses and invade your side with the jungler."
"Received!" The bear sprite rolled back to its own jungle.
When Bian Xiangyu returned, the place had been completely devoured by Xiong Xiong, leaving nothing behind and extinguishing their hopes of regaining victory by relying on their advantage of spear and cavalry.
The fact that Froster wasn't paired with the most suitable Gongsun Shangxiang didn't affect his performance at all.
He summoned the originally cumbersome Royal Riders, protected the Illusionary Wind who lacked vision control, and assisted the Western Cowboy who lacked control skills. He became a versatile patch, making up for the shortcomings of each teammate.
[Leng Zhi: Is this your training attitude?]
[Leng Zhi: Forget it, you guys finish dealing with this and come back for extra training. Zou Shu will spar with me.]
[Zou Shu: Actually, I also...]
[Leng Zhi: Smiling.jpg]
[Leng Zhi: Very good, everyone will have an extra week of training.]
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