Chapter 29
[Ohhhhhh!!]
[Is this something I can watch for free?!]
[The director really knows what everyone wants to see!]
"You'll always encounter teammates you don't get along with. Don't dwell on it too much. Only those who share the same goals can go all the way together," Yu Fu replied.
Yan Heng was stunned for a moment.
For the past two years, he had been immersed in past failures and never thought about starting over. Leng Zhi's reminder made him vaguely rediscover some of the passion he had back then.
"You're right, I'll do my best in this year's city competition."
The little incident in the preparation room ended there, and soon it was time for the two teams to play their match directly—unfortunately, they were assigned to the opposing group.
"Players from LS and LSG, please take your seats in turn. The match will begin shortly."
The staff knocked on the door of the preparation room.
To avoid being recognized by fans, Leng Zhi has made it a habit to wear a mask and a baseball cap, looking just like a celebrity.
However, he was stopped before he could enter the transparent e-sports room.
It was referee Sun Wei who called a stop.
"Excuse me, contestant, please remove your mask and hat during the competition, otherwise we will suspect you of cheating."
Leng Zhi: "..."
This is absolutely settling a personal score while on official business.
He had already undergone a full pre-match check and passed through the electromagnetic gate; no one suspected anything was wrong. Yet this person insisted on causing trouble here.
Leng Zhi could only remove his mask and hat, quickly sit down, and pray that no fans would recognize him.
After the contestants took their seats, the competition officially began.
With so many teams in the city tournament, none of them know each other's preferred hero compositions, making the draft phase less entertaining.
Diyao has a large number of heroes and five lanes. Due to their numerical design and skill characteristics, all heroes have different periods of strength and weaknesses, thus forming a complex system of mutual reinforcement and restraint.
A good coach can increase a team's win rate by 30% during the draft phase. This is not an exaggeration, but it also requires bold predictions and strategic maneuvering regarding the heroes chosen by both sides, as well as absolute control of the game.
Leng Zhi is known as the number one heart player in the league, not only for his unpredictable tactics, but also for his ability to anticipate and counter the opponent's moves during the draft phase.
So much so that Yan Heng already felt the pressure even before the match started.
His individual skill level is actually no worse than Neng Sunwei's; he just wanted to stick with his own team, which is why he didn't try to join a major team.
Before the match, he made a detailed system plan.
But at this moment, it seemed as if his opponent had completely seen through his thoughts, and every move on the chessboard was a deadly attack.
When Yan Heng stepped onto the lane as the mid-lane mage, a bead of sweat the size of a bean had already fallen from his forehead.
His opponent was Luo Hongshuo, who had chosen a relatively unpopular hero, Moonlit Fairy, today.
This hero was the fifth one locked in, which can be said to be a big surprise. The moment he was selected, Yan Heng knew that the scales of victory had already tipped in two.
LS team's system leans towards fast attacks. His Ziggs and Yuumi clears waves quickly and can quickly support the jungle, unlike the common positional mage mid laners.
However, the characteristic of the Moonlit Fairy is that she is very strong in the early game, so much so that Yan Heng dared not leave the tower.
Meanwhile, the absence of the mid-laners triggered a chain reaction in the battle.
[Brother Leng's collar isn't buttoned up properly, hehe]
[Huh, why is only Brother Leng tied up?]
[Oh yeah, only Leng Ge is tied up in the red room, while Youyou is the only one not tied up in the next room!]
Leng Zhi instinctively tried to tuck the little paw that had escaped its cage back in: "It'll catch a cold..."
"We need to hold hands."
Jiang Mingzhe's voice was soft and gentle today, lacking his usual domineering air.
Leng Zhi stopped what he was doing.
A warm, large hand gently enveloped the small fist beneath, and the child's fingers trembled slightly in the palm.
In the original book, Jiang Mingzhe did many ridiculous and foolish things under the original owner's guidance. Even when he first transmigrated, this spoiled young master made Leng Zhi carry him all the way.
Leng Zhi's first reaction was to abandon his responsibilities, divorce his wife, and run away.
The stereotypical supporting character in the book now transforms into a breathing kitten in front of him, exposing its belly to him.
Many thoughts flashed through Leng Zhi's mind.
Actually, having a little kid in the new team base will make things much more lively—Jiang Mingzhe will suddenly have many more new uncles who dote on him.
After resigning, will he be able to come back to visit Jiang Mingzhe?
Does the contract specify that you can't work two jobs?
He cleared his mind of the clutter and cleared his throat: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Mingzhe nodded.
"Did you hear what the doctor just said? You're not allowed to play like that again next time."
Jiang Mingzhe: "..."
His little hand secretly slipped from Leng Zhi's grasp, silently expressing his protest.
Bad dad! He's sick and you still have to say these things. I'm not holding his hand anymore!
Leng Zhi's lips curled into a triumphant smile.
The fever-reducing patch worked surprisingly well, and Jiang Mingzhe's fever quickly subsided. When measured again, the thermometer reading had dropped to near normal body temperature.
Soon, the child's soft snoring came from under the blanket.
Leng Zhi stood up gently, glanced at Jiang Mingzhe's sweet sleeping face, and finally felt relieved.
A moment later, the steady breathing of an adult could be heard again beside the bed.
Jiang Mingzhe's fever came on suddenly, waking Leng Zhi before dawn. In addition, he had gone to bed late the night before. Although he no longer had to play with Mario, Zou Shu's appearance made him start to study the team's formation again. He studied until the middle of the night and only slept for a total of four hours.
Overcome with exhaustion, Leng Zhi slumped onto the table on the edge of the bed and drifted into a light sleep. He didn't see a single message on WeChat, including Jiang Yijing's: "Coming soon."
When Jiang Mingzhe was initially delirious with fever, he kept asking for his "big dad," so Leng Zhi could only apologize and call his boss to wake him up.
The boss didn't scold him, but suddenly woke up, his voice slightly hoarse: "What is it?"
After listening to Leng Zhi's report, Jiang Yijing also came to his senses. He immediately sat up, realizing that Jiang Mingzhe needed him at this moment.
After reporting, Leng Zhi hurriedly hung up: "The family doctor is calling, Mr. Jiang, I'll go answer it first."
Jiang Yijing didn't hesitate and immediately got up to change his clothes. S City is very large, and the distance between his residence and the zoo spans almost half of the city. He wasted a lot of time on the way, and it took him a little over an hour to finally get into the park after using his shareholder privileges.
A few minutes after Leng Zhi fell asleep, there was a regular knocking sound behind him.
"Dudu, dudu, dudu"
[Actually, it's not the host's fault]
Anyone who's played games with kids knows that having more kids doesn't necessarily mean 1+1>2.
[Hahahaha, Leng Ge can't laugh anymore]
[Next door, four adults are directing one kid; here, one guy is directing four. The control room looks like it's about to explode.]
Although Leng Zhi plays the support role in the team, his skills in other positions are by no means weak. He plays the difficult marksman Gongsun Shangxiang with great skill, making the spectators in the back row excited and cheering.
"That's awesome, bro. I could never pull off that combo in my entire life."
"A 20-minute sweep, that's way cheaper than my internet bill!"
"Yeah, they can play three games an hour, but we can't even play two."
The air conditioning in the internet cafe was set too high, and Leng Zhi felt a little thirsty, so he pressed the microphone to call the manager: "Manager, could you please send a bottle of water to machine number 23 in section B?"
He settled himself in, ready to start the next round.
At this rate, I can help Mario get another ten wins this morning and secure a place in the top 1000 on the ladder.
"Wait, bro, this bottle of water is on my tab!" the blond guy suddenly said. "Could you teach us how to play video games?"
Leng Zhi: "?"
That sounds familiar. Last time it was five little ones clinging to me, and this time it's still five kids.
He casually started the game: "No need, I'm not very good at it."
"How could this be! You're amazing! Your Gongsun Shangxiang skills are incredible!"
"Wow, is he playing Xuan Ce this game? This pro's hero pool is unfathomable!"
"What are you calling me? Call me Dad! Dad! Take care of your son!"
The world of delinquents is simple: strength is the key to determining who is king or queen.
Instantly, a chorus of "Dad" rang in my ears.
Just as Leng Zhi was lamenting how shameless young people were to curry favor with powerful figures, the background noise of people calling "Dad" suddenly became bustling.
Immediately afterwards, a clear and bright voice rang out.
"dad!"
This voice sounds familiar; it sounds a lot like Jiang Mingzhe's.
Leng Zhi picked at his ear.
It must be a hallucination. It's terrifying. I'm so tired from taking care of the baby these past few days that I'm hallucinating.
Until the second sound rang out.
"Dad! What are you playing!"
Alt+F4.
Leng Zhi pressed down with his left thumb and forefinger as fast as lightning.
This is a shortcut to force close running programs. The computers in internet cafes have high configurations and respond very quickly; in a flash, the page on the screen disappears.
The blond-haired guys were still trying to find a "father" for the game, but unexpectedly, their "father" shut down the game. They were terrified, thinking they had flattered the wrong person.
"No, no, no need for that, Dad... no, Great God, we can just stand here and watch, we won't say anything."
Jiang Mingzhe: "?"
Why do these older brothers with strangely colored hair call their bad father "Dad"?
Even though he's a bad dad, he's still his bad dad! A bad dad can't have other children behind his back!
He said angrily, "You're not allowed to call me that! I'm his father... no, he's my father!"
The blond-haired guys were dumbfounded. When did a kid get into the internet cafe?
[Hahahahaha]
[Youyou was being pulled and tugged repeatedly!]
[Unexpectedly, it was the guests whose bodies were restricted who were limiting the child's performance.]
Poor Youyou
Jiang Mingzhe ate to his heart's content, patted his round little belly, and obediently followed the housekeeper to the washroom.
After carefully brushing his teeth clean, Jiang Mingzhe breathed on his little hands and smelled them.
He smells so good! Now he's a fragrant baby.
This is the brushing technique that the original owner taught him a while ago: as long as it smells nice, the teeth are clean.
He now wants to share this little bit of knowledge with Jiang Yijing.
Dad just said he's in the study with Cold Dad, that's perfect! Cold Dad's little tricks for him can be taught to Dad along with them!
And I want to share my dad's strawberry toothpaste! It smells so good, I want my dad to smell like strawberry too!
Based on the child's past experience, Jiang Yijing always went to the study to work. Every time the child approached the study, the housekeeper would take him away and make him wait until his father finished his work before coming back.
Ugh! Work again! I hate work! Work steals two dads away from me!
Jiang Mingzhe decided to outsmart them.
He blinked his adorable big eyes at the butler who was filming: "Uncle Butler, I want to play with the rubber duck!"
The butler smiled and said, "Okay, shall we go get the rubber duck together?"
Jiang Mingzhe didn't want to go with them; he just wanted to get the housekeeper out of the way.
He knew where the rubber duck was. He hadn't played with it for a while, so it was kept in the storage room on the side of the third floor. It would take some time to find it, and once the butler went there, he wouldn't come back immediately.
The housekeeper hesitated, "But your uncle still needs to help you with the filming..."
Jiang Mingzhe pouted, making a crying face: "I don't want to move, I want to play!"
The butler was at a loss. Since Leng Zhi arrived, Jiang Mingzhe had fewer opportunities to act unreasonably towards the butler and servants. Faced with this situation, his heart softened immediately.
"Alright, the housekeeper will go get it. You sit on the sofa in the small living room and wait. Don't wander off."
He hung the camera equipment strap around Jiang Mingzhe's neck and coaxed, "Just leave it hanging like this. If you get bored, you can hold it up and look in the mirror, but don't press any buttons randomly."
Jiang Mingzhe said sweetly and softly, "Okay~"
The housekeeper lowered his guard and jogged upstairs to fetch the duck.
In the end, the tranquility of this period and Jiang Mingzhe's seemingly obedient demeanor smoothed out his cerebral cortex, causing him to forget what kind of little devil Jiang Mingzhe had been before.
No sooner had the butler left than the little devil picked up his phone from his chest and snapped it shut.
The live stream immediately went dark, and only Jiang Mingzhe's breathing could be heard.
[Cold Brother: Bitter Wind and Rain]
[It's okay, tie them up a few more times, we love watching.]
[Did someone screen record those two struggles he just made? Send them to me.]
[Brother Leng's voice was completely drowned out by the kids.]
[Duoduo is hilarious! This is an escape room, for crying out loud! Why would she think of going out to get scissors?!]
Jiang Mingzhe read it aloud again: "Okay, the number I drew is 8336062."
Li Chi: "Okay! Congratulations to this lucky replacement! Now, please have our staff send him the link!"
Zou Shu: "...?"
This seems to be his younger brother's phone number.
He practically flew downstairs, rushed across the street, and entered the internet cafe across the street.
Zou Lin had just started playing and was leisurely opening his account. Seeing Zou Shu suddenly appear, he raised an eyebrow: "Bro, you've been using Flash a lot today, what's up?"
Zou Shu said succinctly: "We'll redraw in the live stream, and you've been drawn. Log in."
The blond-haired guy, confused, asked, "What are you guys smoking? And why are you even using the account number?"
Zou Lin immediately understood what Zou Shu meant. He exclaimed "Damn it!" and immediately opened his phone, where he saw the private message from the official source.
Huang Mao watched as Zou Lin left the three-player room he shared with him, fiddled with his phone for a while, and then went to add an entertainment mode that no one was playing. He became even more dissatisfied.
"Hey, Zou Lin, what's going on? Isn't this a three-player squad? Why are you in someone else's room?!"
Zou Lin looked at the little fox in the room labeled "Leng Zhi" and rubbed his hands together, eager to play: "Stop playing ranked matches! Remember that pro player who was playing with a kid the other day? This is him!"
Huang Mao was completely confused and kept asking questions. Only after Zou Lin recounted what he had seen on the variety show did he finally understand.
So, along with another pink-haired guy in a double row, the four of them surrounded the computer in front of Zou Lin, making it hard for Zou Lin to breathe.
"Bro, let me play a round, you're not good enough."
"Damn, who doesn't have the skill? Just watch how I catch and kill these pros!"
"Stop yelling, it's time to pick a hero. Play one you're good at?"
Before Zou Lin could even make a selection, he felt a pair of hands covering his hands on the mouse.
Before he could even react, Zou Shu had already made the choice for him.
Gongsun Shangxiang, Zou Shu's heroine.
"Ouch! Bro, why did you lock it for me?! I'm really bad at this game!"
Zou Shu remained calm: "It's alright, I'll handle it. Only by playing what you're good at can you go toe-to-toe with him. That's called respecting a master."
"It was my account that won!"
"If I hadn't let you draw, would you have had this good luck?"
...
After a long argument before the game started, Zou Lin finally compromised. He would play in the first half, and Zou Shu would play in the second half, each for ten minutes. Zou Shu successfully earned the opportunity to compete against Leng Zhi on the same stage.
The map is modeled after the Colosseum in ancient Rome, with twenty arches arranged in a row to form a huge circle, giving it a very exotic feel.
In the middle zone, to facilitate better battles for heroes, various neutral creatures that grant a large amount of experience and gold upon being killed are placed, as well as bushes that allow heroes to hide.
As the words "Game Start" faded away, ten distinct heroes quietly emerged from behind the archway—a typical occurrence in a match. To accommodate guests unfamiliar with the game, the variety show's custom rooms allowed the selection of repeated heroes, but provided them with elaborate skins featuring different special effects and colors.
Leng Zhi still chose Xiao Daji, and Youyou pulled her mother to make the same choice.
[Wait, why did the knot on Leng Zhi's hands suddenly come loose?]
[What? Let me zoom in for a closer look]
[Ahhh, he stood up!]
[Can it be untied by myself?]
Leng Zhi hung up on the third "advertising call" that came to discuss a commercial endorsement.
He stroked his chin, beginning to ponder whether he should hire a professional agent to resolve these happy troubles.
The benefits that variety shows brought him were greater than he had imagined.
The first generous reward came from the director, a whopping five million yuan, which instantly filled one-sixth of his goal of thirty million yuan.
Moreover, he gained immense popularity online.
Although he hasn't even registered an official account of his own, fans have already spontaneously created a thread to discuss the topic.
In this era, traffic equals money. The amounts mentioned in these business negotiations made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to that somewhat insane penalty figure for breach of contract.
After thinking for a moment, he registered an official Weibo account and put his email address in the signature section:
For business inquiries, please contact the manager.
】
He filled in the email address of the team manager under Yu Fu, and then swiped it.
This tactic was indeed very effective; all the clients who somehow got his contact information are now flocking to the team manager.
As a result, Yu Fu's phone was bombarded with calls.
The team manager roared, "The workload has doubled! I want a raise!"
As evening approached, Leng Zhi received his fourth call from an unknown number.
He answered the phone lazily and said, "Hello, please contact the assistant for business negotiations..."
"No, no, it's not a business negotiation! Wait, don't hang up!" The person on the other end realized he was about to hang up and quickly called out.
Leng Zhi: "?"
Qian Yun began by introducing himself: "I am the team manager of KM team. We saw your wonderful performance in the variety show and we are very interested in your jungling skills. We wonder if you are interested in participating in e-sports competitions?"
He is not only a team manager but also a retired player. Although the "e-sports competition" in the variety show is not formal, he can still sense the demeanor of a master at a glance.
The combination of keywords—celebrity, expert jungler, and good-looking player—immediately caught Qian Yun's eye.
Isn't this the new jungler the team is looking for?
The frustration of being rejected by the nobody was swept away by the joy of finding a new cash cow. Qian Yun immediately mobilized his connections and contacted Leng Zhi directly—he had to act quickly and not let other teams that were short of players get there first!
“Hmm… I really want to participate in esports events.” Leng Zhi was telling the truth.
Qian Yun seized on Leng Zhi's half-sentence as an opportunity and immediately added, "Our youth training program offers excellent benefits and has no age limit. Anyone over twenty can participate, and there's a great chance of becoming a full-fledged player in the future, because we need junglers like you."
Leng Zhi couldn't help but chuckle: "You came to me just for youth training?"
After a moment's thought, Qian Yun realized that the big star was not satisfied with this preliminary step.
However, almost all new professional players have to undergo a trial period before becoming members of the first team. The pressure on the real competition field is not something that newcomers can bear. Moreover, players who come from untrained backgrounds and lack professional training find it difficult to meet the standards of starting players.
He quickly sketched out the image of the person opposite him in his mind.
A talented but somewhat arrogant jungler with a spoiled attitude—but that's understandable given she's from a wealthy family.
Qian Yun hesitated: "If you are strong enough, you can certainly be promoted to the starting lineup, but you have to come for a trial first."
He is a team manager with dreams. Although he wants to increase the team's commercial value, he cannot accept bringing in a weak player who could cause the team's performance to plummet.
strength?
Wow, Xixi is amazing!
[Found it so quickly?]
[The person next door has been stuck here for ages.]
He's not a player who cares much about his commercial value, but that doesn't mean he has low commercial value.
In the original world, Leng Zhi topped the "Golden List" for two consecutive years, and other clubs offered a sky-high transfer fee of 50 million to poach him.
Of course they didn't succeed. For LSG, wherever Leng Zhi is, they will be there. They would never sell their captain, no matter what.
If he really has to pay off this huge debt of 30 million, he'll probably have no choice but to enslave his teammates to work like crazy for him.
It's nothing more than filling up the off-season with live streams, shooting endorsement deals until your eyes are blurry, and taking on tactical guidance work for other teams—it's all piecemeal, and as long as you have enough time, you can complete the tasks.
However, Jiang Yijing smiled and said that he had no intention of getting a divorce.
Leng Zhi's prepared words were interrupted, and he finally managed to utter only one word:
"ah?"
Jiang Yijing explained gently, "According to the contract, you haven't breached it, so why do you want a divorce?"
Leng Zhi hesitated before asking, "Aren't we getting a divorce?"
Seeing Jiang Yijing nod, Leng Zhi asked again, "It's okay to play e-sports?"
"It won't have any impact."
The little bird grew bolder and pressed its luck: "Can I train outside all the time?"
"Can."
Leng Zhi's fingers, which had turned slightly white from gripping the peripheral bag strap tightly, completely relaxed.
How can he do anything... President Jiang is so domineering today!
"If Mr. Leng has any questions, I can clarify them for you."
Jiang Yijing did not allow Leng Zhi to continue his series of questions.
“Our contract is not your whole life; it’s just part of your job. All you need to do is ensure that Jiang Mingzhe receives a good education.”
He paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, and then added frankly, "Regarding this, my understanding of education is family education. In fact, Mr. Leng doesn't have to take care of all his meals and studies. You can consider reinstating the servants you previously provided. As for family education... the most important thing is that we give Mingzhe a complete and harmonious family."
Jiang Yijing's phone was lying to the side. When Ling Feng heard "a complete and harmonious family," he covered his mouth and coughed violently.
Why is his "Little Jiang" (referring to a powerful figure in the entertainment industry) secretly plotting something? He claims it's for Xiao Mingzhe, but he probably just wants to improve their relationship!
Leng Zhi listened and agreed wholeheartedly.
Jiang Yijing's words struck a chord with him. The original owner of this body had taken on all the work and dismissed so many people in order to better control the Jiang family, but he was different.
Leng Zhi firmly believed that each task should be handled by a specific person, especially those people who were dismissed by the original owner.
Leng Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No problem. Jiang Mingzhe is in school now. I will use his time in kindergarten to participate in e-sports activities. It won't affect my work."
"How did today's training go?" Jiang Yijing suddenly changed the subject.
"……smoothly."
Jiang Yijing smiled faintly: "That's good. If you have any difficulties at work, you can come to me for help. Don't put all of Jiang Mingzhe's burdens on your shoulders. After all, we want to give him a complete family."
[These must be props prepared for the baby, right?]
[Indeed, the operating table here is at a very special height, just the right height for a child, which is why Xixi was able to see it so easily.]
[Laughing so hard, might as well give it to Youyou]
[Youyou is so bored that she's started randomly pressing the password on the door.]
“Yes, it’s not funny, and it doesn’t seem like a joke,” Yu Fu flipped his phone back and said, “Manager Qian, see you at the stadium.”
The call was abruptly ended, and Qian Yun was once again added to the blacklist.
To be precise, there were four copies. The other three people also copied the number and added it to their blacklists. Thus, Qian Yun's number was blacklisted by the entire team.
Leng Zhi was not told about this.
It wasn't that they were afraid of affecting the captain's mentality, but rather that this wasn't the first time they had encountered such a situation.
As is customary, there is no need to disturb the captain.
Of course, this does not mean that Qian Yun's rude phone call can be easily forgiven.
Yu Fu is a rough and unrefined man, but that doesn't mean he's really as "honest and simple" as Qian Yun imagined.
The opening ceremony was very lively. Although Leng Zhi was drawn against the KM team, it didn't matter to him who he was drawn against. What he found most interesting was the exhibition match that day.
The exhibition match featured the champions from the previous two playoffs, who delivered a fantastic performance for the audience.
This was the first time Leng Zhi had seen these two teams, which could represent the best level of China in recent years, in person.
SN team vs. GXA team.
The former is an old team undergoing a major overhaul, a revival of old talent; the latter is a rising star, highly anticipated.
Although it was an exhibition match, it was still so exciting that it was even better than a formal competition. It was easy to see their deep understanding of the game and the excellent technical skills of all the team members.
More importantly, this is a good sign – both teams are on the playoff roster.
The stronger the opponent, the more excited Leng Zhi becomes.
He took a sip of water, but his eyes never left the big screen.
These are the opponents LSG should be facing. Those teams that lack mentality and skill... are really not interesting.
After returning to S City, he immediately arranged a match analysis meeting, where he and his teammates carefully dissected the highlights of the exhibition match. The five players and one coach once again discussed the event passionately until late at night.
Of course, this time he remembered to send a message to Jiang Yijing in advance.
It wasn't because Jiang Yijing had already obtained any real title, but rather because Little Jiang was really persistent.
If he hadn't given this heads-up, the person could have driven over tonight and swaggered into his bedroom.
Jiang Yijing wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of thing, and he also picked up the phrase from somewhere, putting on a wronged expression: "Are you trying to kick me out?"
"We're a legally married couple, and I even helped build the team's base..."
Leng Zhi: "...I didn't."
He was obligated to accept Jiang Yijing's offer of accommodations, so he had no choice but to allow Jiang Yijing to move into the base.
The number of bedrooms in the base was arranged in a unique way. Leng Zhi lived in the largest room, and the rest were arranged for team members, coaches and managers. There was no time to prepare an eighth room.
So Jiang Yijing successfully moved into Leng Zhi's bedroom that night.
[What's going on??]
[How did the door open?]
[Did Duoduo guess the password? No way!]
As the opening match of the World Championship, it attracted the attention of players worldwide.
Regardless of nationality, skin color, gender, or language, a significant number of players will buy a pitcher of beer and half a dozen fried chicken on the first day and wait for the game to begin in the evening.
However, the offline experience is quite different.
The round of matches that advances to the top 16 is usually watched by local audiences, as well as a small number of die-hard fans from their own country who are willing to spend expensive airfare and hotels to come and fulfill their dreams of meeting their idols.
DGS team is very confident in this. They have represented their country two or three times and won the championship in their country. They have a huge fan base, and every year their fans can fill one-third of the venue.
"That LSG is just a small team that's only been around for six months, Louis, there's nothing to worry about." The blond guy hugged his little marksman and said loudly.
Louis agreed, "Of course, Will, those arrogant Chinese will go home right after the tournament starts, scaring them so much that they'll never dare to come to the World Invitational Tournament again!"
The competition process for the World Championship is similar to that of the domestic playoffs, with a "friendly exchange" session also included.
However, due to the language barrier and the lack of a translator, everyone basically spoke their own language, and only their own fans could enjoy the show.
The blond-haired boy confidently walked onto the stage, ready to fight that Chinese kid for three hundred rounds.
He glanced furtively at the audience, and what he saw struck him like a thunderbolt.
A sea of red and black was flowing wildly, almost occupying half of the audience seats.
"Impossible, this should only be a part of it."
He consoled himself, saying that since the stadium had four stands open, this was probably the only place with Chinese people present.
He turned his neck and scanned the surrounding area in several other directions.
Red, nothing but red. I don't know where all these yellow-skinned, black-haired guys came from in this tiny M city, turning LSG's team flag into a sea of red.
And that black-haired boy had dyed his hair a striking white color at some point, so bright it almost blinded him.
This series of attacks caused the blonde to suddenly forget her prepared lines after she got the microphone.
"Uh... thank you for the support, DGS's goal is the championship, LSG is doomed to lose."
The vast expanse of red in his field of vision left him somewhat bewildered, and in the end he only uttered a few of the most ordinary words.
DGS fans were very supportive; regardless of how well the blonde performed, they gave her a round of applause first.
The white-haired youth still wore that gentle and polite smile.
He first said "oh" before speaking clearly in Chinese: "It seems DGS has some misconceptions about its own strength. If it weren't for us, getting it would have allowed us to advance another round and go home..."
"It's a pity you ran into LSG. I can only say you were unlucky. Please remember to buy your plane tickets back to the US in advance. As for the championship..."
"We've accepted it for you."
The audience erupted in applause several times louder than before, and the blond man couldn't help but swallow hard.
What did he say? Why is the audience so excited? Damn it, my original lines were definitely cooler than his!
He instinctively felt that Leng Zhi's speech was a declaration tailored specifically for him, but the complex Chinese characters made the foreigner's head spin, and he had no choice but to give up trying to understand it.
The contestants took their seats, and the competition began.
[Hahaha, I saw the close-up shot! The lock has fingerprints!]
[The props team should take their punishment!]
[This is a disaster!]
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