YM778.TV Chapter 49.2: Our hard work paid off!
They didn’t know what had been said on the headsets of both sides, but they could see Yuan Ze’s continuous trash talk.
How funny was this scene?
Later, someone made a clip and put it up on a certain media station, attracting a screen full of ‘hahahahahahaha’.
The title of the clip video was called––
How about you come to L&P and learn how to be a sand sculpture.
Lu Feng’s calm and understated block added a rich and colorful segment to Yuan Ze’s black history.
But this all happened later.
The world war between the Team of Gods wasn’t yet over.
Lu Feng: “Are you fighting or not?”
Yuan Ze’s heart was tense, “Fighting.”
Lu Feng: “Oh.”
Yuan Ze, who understood him very well, just had to open his mouth and ask, “If I don’t want to fight…”
Lu Feng: “Then I won’t treat you as a person.”
Yuan Ze: “… F*ck!”
Sure enough!
In a doubles match, Close could directly crush the opposite side in a one against two situation if the opposing team wasn’t particularly strong.
How could he fight one against two?
It was by not treating his teammate as a person.
Yuan Ze thought to himself: You’re f*cking already not treating me like a human right now, okay!
On the other hand, his fighting spirit was rising up. Back then, he hadn’t been able to keep up with this stinky kid. How could he be unable to keep up with him now?
The current him often double queued with Old G, and had long adapted to cooperating with thieves.
However…
Today’s Close had taken the divine warrior, and he himself was the damage dealer.
This realization stunned Yuan Ze for a moment.
In the second half, after Lu Feng killed Kim Sung-hyun four times, the situation in the game began to change.
The previous divine warrior had been played very much according to Lu Feng’s style. It was oppressive and murderous, like a cheetah hunting down its prey.
It waited for the right opportunity to move and killed with every hit.
It was indeed the great demon king!
But at this time, the divine warrior began to actually resemble a divine warrior.
The spear was no longer used to pierce enemies. Instead, it was used to protect his teammates.
The terrible pressure that had covered half of the enemy’s side of the canyon and pushed the other side into a narrow corner dissipated. Instead, it covered their own side of the canyon and became a powerful ‘shield’ that had no dead corners.
Yuan Ze was shocked. After he killed off the berserker thief with ease, he finally realized––
Close had changed.
The tough young man, who’d once been a sharp blade that stabbed straight at the enemy, had grown up.
The lightning and thunder had faded, and the sky was blue and clear.
Vast, gentle, and even stronger than before.
Four years ago, the Yuan Ze who’d only played for two years hadn’t understood how to cooperate with the youngest member of their team.
The 17 year old youth had been like a sword, and he had been even less able to understand how to pull back.
Then, they had left.
They’d left Close to prop up the collapsed FTW on his own.
Time and a thorny path had settled into his temperament, reforming him into the Lu Feng in front of Yuan Ze now.
It had been past one o’clock in the morning when Kim Sung-hyun’s message had arrived and stimulated Yuan Ze.
Kim Sung-hyun said, “… I’m going to sign up for the singles competition.”
Yuan Ze had held his mobile phone and fallen into a daze for half a beat before going over to knock on his door directly, “You…”
Kim Sung-hyun sighed, “Avoiding a fight isn’t true respect.”
Kim Sung-hyun continued, “This is what Close told me.”
Yuan Ze was stunned.
Kim Sung-hyun went on, “Back then, we all decided to leave on our own, so we shouldn’t put on this fake and hypocritical facade of regret.”
On the eve of FTW’s dissolution, everyone’s hearts had been in turmoil.
Close wanted to buy FTW, but he hadn’t told his teammates.
It wasn’t that he hid it on purpose, but that he couldn’t say it.
It was uncertain whether Close could buy the club. This wasn’t a matter of whether or not the money was in place, but also related to the complex relationships within the transaction. Money and power were both indispensable.
Close hadn’t said anything out of consideration for them.
Because once he said it, what could they do?
If they didn’t contact new clubs and the acquisition ultimately failed, should they wait to be arbitrarily distributed by FTW’s management?
They couldn’t afford to take this risk, so Close hadn’t said anything and had tried his best on his own.
However, how could they really be oblivious to it?
It was impossible. At least, Yuan Ze had known.
He had known for a long time that Close’s family was unusual. Although he’d never mentioned anything about his family, the Lu family was definitely not an ordinary one.
So, when Close had told him to wait for a while, Yuan Ze had already guessed.
However, he hadn’t waited.
He hadn’t dared to wait, and he hadn’t wanted to wait.
Just like Kim Sung-hyun had said, leaving had been their own decision, yet they’d ultimately put on a facade of regret.
Who was it for?
For Close?
Or perhaps it was for their own cruelty.
––For themselves, who’d given up their teammates, given up the team, and burned down the results of their efforts.
Yuan Ze didn’t participate in the singles competition. Was it for the sake of letting Close win?
No, he was just afraid to face Close.
Afraid to see a crushed Close.
Afraid to see a broken Close.
Afraid to see a Close who had been destroyed by their joint efforts.
Now…
This unexpected doubles game really let Yuan Ze experience something.
Close had never fallen.
He’d stood alone in the ruins and held up a bright stretch of sky on his young shoulders.
A vast and gentle blue sky that belonged to the new FTW and his teammates!
Avoiding a fight wasn’t true respect.
Yuan Ze spoke lightly, “Close, I will be signing up for the singles competition this year.”
Lu Feng was a little stunned, but his voice was calm, “Okay.”
Three years later, the Team of Gods was about to have a delayed, but genuine showdown.
It didn’t matter if they weren’t teammates.
They would do their best as opponents!
The doubles game ended with God Kim’s berserker thief coming to a full stop.
A high and mighty world champion, a high and mighty doubles competition king, a high and mighty Daddy Kim, lost in a complete mess.
Kim Sung-hyun spoke angrily, “I didn’t lose to the two of them. I lost to…”
He hadn’t finished saying the word ‘himself’, when Captain Li stabbed at his sore point, “Lost to the berserker thief.”
Kim Sung-hyun: “???”
Li Heran continued to stab, “Quiet’s berserker thief.”
Kim Sung-hyun was offended and sad, “Big bro!”
Li Heran turned his head to look at him, “Isn’t that the case? Quiet will be FTW’s new jungler.”
Kim Sung-hyun: “……………………”
As childhood friends, Li Heran knew him too well.
These words drew blood and stabbed right into the core of what was weighing on Kim Sung-hyun’s heart.
When he saw Wei Xiao’s berserker thief today, he’d thought of this almost instantly.
Lu Feng wanted to switch positions, and this little lunatic would become the new jungler.
That was why he was so persistent in trying the berserker thief. As a result, he ran into Yuan Ze and Lu Feng, and was tortured miserably.
Kim Sung-hyun let out a long breath and leaned back into his e-sports chair, “Ah, in the end, who was accommodating who?”
Did Close like to play jungler? Or, was it that when he joined the team, only the jungler position had been left for him.
As these big brothers of his who always said and expressed that they were accommodating him, had they really ever tried to understand him?
The first day of free matching was over.
FTW had a bumpy time of it, and their points put them in seventh place.
Lu Feng had played a total of seven games and scored 21 points.
Bai Cai and Wei Xiao had messed around and played recklessly and finally managed to barely survive with 6 points.
Ning Zhehan and Yue Wenle’s luck had been as bad as barren, broken earth, and they had negative scores.
Chen Feng didn’t scold the two children. Little Ning wasn’t skilled enough to even enter the eyes of these beasts, and Yue Wenle was the type to let it all get to his head. It was normal for him not to have played well.
It was fine as long as there was improvement. Today was only the first day.
The top three on the scoreboard were: L&P, Pro, 3U.
The 3U team was very strong this year, and they had also been smart. They didn’t hammer themselves at the start of the session and had seized the time to double queue. The doubles team of Asleep and Cong Yi hadn’t lost a single game; they were unstoppable.
The top three in the rankings could choose a team for their training match.
For the sake of the prize pool, they should choose the fourth, fifth, and sixth place.
It was because these three teams had the most points. If they won against them, they could accumulate a bigger bonus pool.
All the teams thought so, and even the two little ones in FTW thought so.
Ning Zhehan whispered to Yue Wenle, “Brother Le, in a while, let’s continue to double queue.”
Although the free matching session was over, it didn’t prevent the players from continuing by going to score on the international servers.
After fighting against other professional players in the same lane, Ning Zhehan had finally realized how big the gap was and was eager to improve.
Yue Wenle: “Okay.”
As soon as the two people finished speaking, the selected teams were projected up onto the big screen.
The first three teams had submitted their choice through the app in advance, and it meant that their choices would appear at the same time.
L&P: FTW.
Pro: FTW.
3U: FTW.
Everyone at the scene was in an uproar, “???”
Wei Xiao was amused and elbowed Bai Cai, “Old Bai, look, our hard work paid off!”
Bai Cai: “………………………………”
It’s not ‘our’, it’s ‘your’!!!
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