21. Eating skewers
Lin Jiang pulled up the replay, pressed pause, and showed him his perspective. "Look here," he said, "did you notice your flashing habit?"
Song Zhixu's movements were almost always subconscious, looking upwards. Because he was relatively tall, his field of vision was higher, and his brain perceived this as a safe distance.
"You didn't control your subconscious actions, or rather, you lacked self-control. Your playing style is too simple for me; I can guess it at a glance."
"In my opinion, your current ability is not even up to the passing grade."
From Lin Jiang's perspective, every operation was traceable.
Song Zhixu's death was not unjust at all.
"Playing against each other is a psychological game. You know what cards he has, and he knows what cards you have. What you have to do is guess the order in which the other person plays their cards."
Lin Jiang moved Song Zhixu's chair to his own desk, so that he could clearly see the psychological game he was playing during the operation.
Guessing, calculating, laying the groundwork, and striking with precision.
The traps are linked together, encircling the prey.
"If you guess right, you win; if you guess wrong, he wins."
"Of course, you can use jungle as your trump card, but you have to understand that the opponent also has their trump cards, and your cards may not be better than theirs."
"Besides, you also know that Ah Deng is not a good trump card, so you can only rely on yourself."
Lin Jiang turned Song Zhixu's chair around to face him and told him, "Top lane is a solo lane. First, you have to beat your opponent before you can consider the bigger picture."
These words had a huge impact on Song Zhixu. The mindset he had always been taught was: you have to pay attention to your teammates, you have to help your teammates, and you have to save your teleport to support your teammates.
Even after losing the game, the coach comforted him like this: "It's okay. Although you couldn't win in lane, your support was better than theirs. It's not your fault for losing."
It seems that as long as he hangs out online and shows up in time for team fights, he has already done the best he can.
But Lin Jiang told him: That's not enough.
You can only consider the bigger picture after you have defeated your opponent.
Song Zhixu's pupils trembled slightly. Before he could process these words, Lin Jiang had already booked a new room. "Again."
That day, Song Zhixu played Renekton 12 times and Ornn 3 times, while Lin Jiang picked out nearly 10 top lane champions to face him.
Falling down again and again, only to get back up.
Each game of strategy involves guessing the opponent's card-playing order...
During the match that day, he was acutely aware of what he wanted.
He wanted to beat his opponents and spread his abilities throughout the team...
Just like what Lin Jiang has been doing.
In the end, Song Zhixu went into a frenzy of self-justification, but Lin Jiang pressed the pause button in time, saying, "That's enough for today. Fighting too much will affect your sharpness."
His relaxed mind felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. He checked the time; it was already one in the morning.
He suddenly realized, "Captain, you only ate one bowl of instant noodles today. Are you hungry? Let me treat you to a late-night snack."
Lin Jiang readily agreed: "Okay."
Song Zhixu quickly got up, shut down the computer, and packed his things.
As the two were going downstairs, they ran into Zhou Wen, who was out shopping. Lin Jiang warmly invited him to have a late-night snack together, and Zhou Wen happily agreed.
Song Zhixu secretly checked his account balance. Thankfully, he could still afford a barbecue.
The three sat down and ordered some meat skewers, but not many.
While they were chatting, they suddenly ran into Ah Deng, who was downstairs buying something. Seeing them having a late-night snack, she quickly ran over and asked, "What are you eating? Why didn't you call me?"
Lin Jiang told him with a smile, "Song Zhixu is treating us to a late-night snack."
"I'm actually hungry, and since we've run into each other, I won't stand on ceremony!"
He was young and had a good appetite, so he ordered a lot of food and opened several bottles of wine.
Song Zhixu silently calculated the price. Fortunately, the team leader had transferred a 200 yuan red envelope to him at noon.
As they were eating, Zhou Wen suddenly asked, "Where's Chen Ju? Aren't we going to invite him for a late-night snack?"
Lin Jiang took out his phone. "Let me send him a message."
Song Zhixu wanted to say that he didn't have enough money, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment, so he could only comfort himself: "It's so late, he probably won't come down."
Less than ten minutes later, Shen Ju arrived at the scene wearing his white T-shirt and slippers, rubbing his wet hair and looking like he hadn't woken up yet.
Song Zhixu glared at him, "Didn't you take a shower? Why are you still down here for a late-night snack?"
Shen Ju rolled her eyes at him. "Can't I go back and wash up later?"
As he spoke, he sat down next to Lin Jiang, eating the skewers Lin Jiang handed him and drinking the small bottle of wine Lin Jiang gave him, which made Song Zhixu so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him.
The grilled skewers at this shop aren't cheap, especially the drinks.
Song Zhixu quietly went to the front desk to calculate the price and found that his balance was in danger. He quickly sent a message to his friend: "Brother, lend me 500 yuan, I need it urgently!"
friend:?
Friend: Are you kidding me?
Friend: The starting top laner for the LPL can't afford 500 yuan.
Song Zhixu: I'm broke at the end of the month, please help! I'll pay you back as soon as I get my salary!
Then his phone rang, and his friend transferred 500 yuan to him.
Just as Song Zhixu finished thanking him, another message came: "Keep some money for yourself when you get your salary. Your family can't keep sucking your blood. Besides, you're already 22. You need to save some money to take care of yourself, otherwise how will you ever get a wife..."
Song Zhixu hadn't thought about these things before, but his friend's words made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He glanced back at Lin Jiang, who was sitting confidently in the center of the crowd, and realized that he and Lin Jiang were not from the same social class at all.
Song Zhixu: Don't worry about it, I know my own limitations.
He put away his phone and returned to the table with his signature smile. "What were you talking about? You're laughing so happily."
Zhou Wen summarized it roughly: "We were just talking about A Deng's Lee Sin. He played like he was blind. The captain had already rushed to the bottom lane, but A Deng was still wandering around in the jungle."
Ah Deng was almost brought to tears. He clung to Zhou Wen's arm, pleading, "Brother Wen, Brother Wen, please, the kids are all grown up now. Please save me some face in front of the captain..."
Song Zhixu burst into laughter.
Lin Jiang casually picked up two skewers and put them on his plate. He didn't look at him specifically, but leaned on the table with his arm and listened to their commotion with a smile in his eyes.
As Song Zhixu ate his lamb skewers, he felt sweeter than honey. "Thank goodness the captain provided support quickly, otherwise that bottom lane would have really been destroyed."
"That's right, that's right."
Lin Jiang smiled and said, "We're playing ZOG tomorrow, so don't underestimate them. They're not a low-level team in the ordinary sense. If you lose, I'll punish you."
Everyone: Huh?
Ah Deng cautiously probed, "A fine?"
Song Zhixu instinctively covered his pocket.
Lin Jiang smiled and said, "I won't fine you, I'll make you wash the whole team's socks instead."
"Wow, Captain, you're so vicious!"
"No, no, I can't even imagine getting pregnant, pregnant—"
"Damn it, nobody's going to take tomorrow's MVP from me!"
After eating and drinking his fill, Song Zhixu went to pay the bill. The owner checked the menu and told him, "It's already been paid for."
Who paid?
The boss smiled and pointed at Lin Jiang's back, "The one in the middle wearing the white shirt, isn't that your captain? He's really handsome..."
Song Zhixu wanted to say that their captain was of course good-looking, but then he suddenly realized something and stared blankly at the bill for a long time.
He looked up at Lin Jiang's back, his steps feeling as heavy as lead.
Lin Jiang, who was walking ahead, turned around. His hair was slightly messy from the wind, and his cheeks, which smelled of alcohol, were a little flushed. When he smiled, he was more beautiful than the peach blossoms in March. "Song Zhixu, what are you dawdling for?"
"Coming right away."
Song Zhixu followed in their footsteps.
Why--
This road is not long, but I've walked it many times.
But this time, the more I walked, the more I wanted to cry.
Back in his room, Song Zhixu couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did.
He took out his phone, found Lin Jiang's WeChat, typed out a bunch of thank-you messages, and sent them over.
I held my phone to my chest, anxiously awaiting a reply.
Suddenly, a "ding-dong" sounded, and he quickly picked up his phone.
Lin Jiang: This meal is on me. I've been your captain for so long and I've never treated you to a meal. You can treat me next time.
There will be a next time?
Song Zhixu: Okay, okay, Captain, I'll treat you to dinner after I get paid.
Lin Jiang: Okay.
Lin Jiang: Go to sleep now.
Song Zhixu was so excited he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, then pulled out his VB and posted: 70.
Lin Jiang played a total of 70 solo games with him. Starting today, he will record every game as a summary of his future special training!
Comments section——
[70kg? How did you get so fat?]
[Only 70 yuan left at the end of the month? Son, how come you're so poor?]
[This idiot doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, he gets up and goes crazy.]
[Song Zhixu, do you even look at what you're doing? The other contestants are shining, and you're acting crazy?]
[Was this posted by Song Zhixu? Oh, that makes sense.]
Song Zhixu ignored them. He rested his head on his arm, feeling increasingly pleased with himself. "Chen Ju, why do you think the captain paid for me? Why is he so kind to me?"
After a while, no one answered him, so he peeked out.
"Hey, where did Chen Ju go?"
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