Class 7 classrooms of high school.
A math class is going on, and the stern-faced middle-aged math teacher is teaching on the podium in a mechanical tone as if hypnotized.
The classmates below the podium were so drowsy that they almost collapsed on their stomachs. Except for a few academic masters, many classmates tried hard to persevere, but they couldn't help but start to doze off.
For example, in the last row of the second group, Ouyang had already slept three times.
Three times, he suddenly woke up from his sleep. He glanced around alertly and then looked at the math teacher on the podium. Ouyang finally felt relieved and prepared to lie down and sleep.
But at this moment, he suddenly looked at Lin Feng beside him in astonishment, and he was astonished:
"I rely on Fengzi, why are you still so energetic?"
"Don't sleep in math class!?"
Because at this time Lin Feng was burying his head in writing on a piece of paper.
After writing a piece of paper, take a closer look, shake your head, and throw away the paper.
Open another piece of paper and continue writing on it.
Ouyang couldn't help but curiously leaned in to see:
"Fengko, what are you writing—"
In the end, before he could see what Lin Feng had written on the paper, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the math teacher on the podium who was about to turn his head to look over here, and he was so frightened that he shrank his head and quickly gave up his own. Intend.
Lin Feng didn't pay attention to Ouyang beside him at all, and he didn't even care about the math teacher on the podium.
His eyes were fixed on the contents of the paper in front of him from the beginning to the end, and at the same time, he was making various calculations quickly and constantly in his heart.
ban election.
Arrangement of lineup positions.
The style of play of the Shanghai Waifuzhong team.
The laning ability and operating habits of the players in each position.
All the factors and variables flashed alternately in Lin Feng's mind, and then tried to disassemble and analyze one by one, and then tried to find a way to deal with it.
Lin Feng is actually not good at such things.
Therefore, such a huge amount of calculation will also make him feel a huge mental and spiritual loss.
And this kind of calculation, he has lasted almost all night from last night to now, his eyes are full of bloodshots:
(wrong.)
(No, no, no, no!)
(It's not enough, it's not right!)
(Must...have to find a better way!)
…
Every night after school, everyone from the e-sports club team will continue to gather together to go to the Internet Cow Internet Cafe to form a group for training.
Generally speaking, in such a training camp, a few people from the e-sports team except Lin Feng start to form a lineup. Occasionally, Ouyang will replace the field to play two games, and then Lin Feng will watch and point out some problems existing in the team. Give comments on revisions.
But that's not the case today.
Lin Feng watched from the beginning to the end of a group lineup of several people from the e-sports team, but said nothing.
In the end, the eyes of everyone in the e-sports club couldn't help but fall on Lin Feng, but they only saw the latter shaking his head and only said, "You guys continue to practice, I'll go to the computer next to you to play two games in solo queue" .
Then he really ran to the side by himself and opened another computer to play solo queue.
"Feng, Brother Feng, what's the situation?"
Liu Yue looked dumbfounded at Lin Feng who had already played a solo queue not far away, and couldn't help but muttered.
Wei Dong said somewhat uncertainly: "Yes... We performed too badly today, is Fengzi angry?"
Ouyang wondered: "No, I feel like I played well just now, right?"
Yang Fan adjusted his glasses and calmly said:
"But this kind of 'OK' state, it's definitely not enough to be listed as an external high school."
Everyone in the e-sports club team was silent for a while.
Because they all know that Yang Fan's words are right. With their current strength and the state of the team just now, it can be considered a good performance, but if they are facing the SSWC team...
Still not much chance of winning.
Ren Rou waved her fist and cheered the team members:
"It's okay, as long as you work hard!"
"Even if we really lose at that time, we have to go all out, so there will be no regrets!"
…
not enough.
Ren Rou's words of encouraging everyone in the e-sports club were indeed right.
But for Lin Feng, it was not enough.
What he wants is more than a "hard work will have no regrets".
He is going to win.
He is going to take the 13th High School E-sports Club team to defeat the Shanghai Foreign Affiliated High School and even win the championship of this Shanghai 16 School League.
He carefully watched the previous team formation training.
The reason he didn't make any comments or suggestions was not because he was angry with several teammates in the team, because he knew that Liu Yue, Yang Fan, Wei Dong and even Ouyang, who was the substitute, had worked hard enough.
But not enough.
Lin Feng can clearly see the strength of the current e-sports team, and it is no different from the conclusion he has been writing down and calculating on paper before.
This kind of strength is not enough to defeat the SSFC team.
And it is unrealistic to want everyone in the team to have a qualitative leap in strength in a short period of time.
So Lin Feng took all the responsibilities on himself.
This is the only conclusion he calculated after exhausting his mind and energy—
If the overall comprehensive strength of the team is not enough, then rely on him alone to forcibly make up for it and forcibly raise the strength of the entire team!
All the stress...
Leave it to him to carry it alone!
Therefore, he decisively gave up the supervision and training of several teammates of the team, and began to immerse himself in training his own state.
Now Lin Feng has only one thought in his mind:
As long as he is strong enough.
As long as he can play that absolute crushing carry effect.
So even if he faced the SWAFFC team, he would be able to lead the Thirteen High Team to victory!
(so-)
(To get stronger.)
(Be more carry.)
(To... To win!!)
In the game screen of the computer screen, a blue-sided mid laner Yasuo has almost defeated his opponent's purple-sided mid laner Xerath under the control of Lin Feng.
At this time, Lin Feng's eyes were still heart-stoppingly red.
…
Lin Feng was a little crazy.
When I was in the Internet Cow Internet Cafe, I was desperately alone in a row.
After returning home, I opened a hanbok agent and continued to go to the solo queue by myself.
Exercising hard to get in shape.
Desperately trying to improve his strength faster.
After qualifying, I took out a small notebook and racked my brains to write and draw, calculate various factors and situations, and tried every means to rely on my own efforts to carry in the semifinals that followed. The team wins.
It's not that he doesn't trust the teammates of the e-sports club.
This is due to his character.
Just like in the S1 finals, Lin Feng at that time firmly believed that what he had to bear was the biggest responsibility, and he was under tremendous pressure. After the final defeat, he was disheartened and thought that those were all his own. wrong.
Just like right now.
He was also extremely stubborn and constantly put pressure on himself, to bear all the burdens that he would face the SWAFFC team by himself.
And all of this is because the previous three games between the KG team and the SSK team brought him too much excitement.
It made his mentality not right.
But he is only one person.
He is not God.
Under such enormous pressure, he must continue to exert pressure on himself constantly, grit his teeth and continue to solo queue to forcibly continue to improve his strength, stare with bloodshot red eyes and rack his brains to study new tactical ideas...
But this kind of clenching of teeth is absolutely huge for both the body and the mind.
Day after day, Lin Feng's physical and mental state was getting worse and worse, and his eyes were getting redder and redder. Su Xue at home was worried but was helpless and didn't know how to persuade. Everyone in the school's e-sports club team They can only be more and more worried, but they can only watch Lin Feng continue like this, and they can do nothing.
"Tangtang... go and persuade Fengzi."
Yang Fan couldn't help looking for Tang Bingyao.
Ouyang also tried his best to persuade him: "Yes, yes, he will definitely listen to you about the relationship between the two of you!"
But Tang Bingyao also shook her head in distress:
"I won't persuade-"
"Useless."
Of course she persuaded her. She had tried to persuade Lin Feng not to work so hard as early as two days ago, but it had no effect.
And... Although she and Lin Feng are close, they really don't have that kind of "relationship".
It was also at this time that all the people around Lin Feng discovered that although Lin Feng was usually happy, talkative and good-natured, when he was really stubborn and stubborn about one thing, any of them, including Su Xue , Tang Bingyao has no way.
"Then what?"
"I can't just watch Fuko continue like this—"
Ouyang jumped in a hurry.
Ren Rou's eyes also had a strong look of anxiety and worry:
"Is there no one who can help to persuade Fengzi?"
It's time for a new week.
On Monday, the students from High School Thirteen who had ended their two-day weekend break went back to school.
And also on this day—
Class 7 of Senior Three welcomed a new student who was transferred to another school.
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