Han Shihao was brought to the front of the young general manager of his club by the head coach.
And Lin Feng followed No. 5 to her and No. 1's room.
Then the two leaders left first, leaving a space to be alone.
Park Chanyeol looked at Han Shihao, with a good-looking, harmless smile on his face as always:
"Aren't you tired yet?"
No. 1 looked at Lin Feng, raised his eyebrows, and his words more directly entered the theme:
"Is it the fourth day?"
This question is, of course, not about how long the finals have been going on.
Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, scratched his hair, and finally nodded honestly:
"Um."
"Tonight is the fifth day."
Park Canlie nodded slightly, looking at his own club's core ace mid-single captain with great interest:
"It's the same sentence, I don't ask or interfere with your affairs, I don't ask about the specific situation."
"But in the end, there are still a lot of reactions and opinions given to me below, and everyone in the club is worried... So, as a general supervisor, I still have to give the people below some reassurance."
Han Shihao frowned: "What do you want to say?"
No. 1 smiled and looked at Lin Feng up and down in front of him, until someone felt uncomfortable and his scalp numb, and then he spoke in a leisurely tone:
"It's nothing."
"Speaking of which, haven't we fought for a long time?"
Eh
Lin Feng was dumbfounded again.
And Park Chanyeol looked at Han Shihao, and still gave his solution with a smile:
"The best way is of course to try it out with you solo, which is the most direct and intuitive - but this kind of thing is still too difficult for me."
"So, if you don't mind, let me take a look at a single game."
…
So a solo confrontation and a single row of passers-by started in two rooms on different floors of the hotel.
Two laptops are placed face to face.
The expression on No. 1's face is relaxed and calm:
"Let go."
"How did you fight these days, let me be the same."
"It's been a while, let me take a good look at how much your kid has grown now."
Park Canlie took a notepad, pulled up a chair and sat behind Han Shihao. He leisurely raised his legs and put the notepad on his lap, then looked up at Han Shihao and smiled:
"Has it been a while?"
"The two of us are doing one-on-one analysis and evaluation."
"The last time I did this kind of thing was several years ago."
Han Shihao still replied with an indifferent expression on his face:
"Four years."
Park Canlie nodded, as if with some emotion: "Time flies so fast—the memory of those days is a little blurry, but looking back on those days, it should be very fulfilling, right?"
In exchange, it was just a cold response from Han Shihao:
"It's just that you don't continue to be an analyst and coach now."
"I haven't done it for a few years, how much vision and ability are left?"
There was an undisguised sarcasm and a hint of provocation in his tone.
At the same time, in the room on the other floor, Lin Feng was gearing up to look at Senior No. 1 sitting opposite him:
"Senior, then I'm welcome—"
Park Chanyeol laughed:
"Don't worry, it's just that I haven't done it for a few years, so I won't be unfamiliar with this little skill."
The corner of No. 1's mouth slightly raised:
"Stinky boy—"
"If you don't have anything to satisfy me, just wait and suffer."
…
Finished a single row.
Solo has fought three rounds.
The respective results seem to be less than satisfactory.
Han Shihao's expression remained indifferent.
Someone's cheeky face doesn't change.
Park Chanyeol looked down at his notepad, which was filled with a whole page of paper, and No. 1 was thinking about the picture on the computer screen in front of him.
Then the latter two looked up:
"continue."
"Come again."
Another solo match.
Another three rounds of solo.
The response received remains the same, continue and come again.
After more than an hour, Park Chanyeol finally put away his notepad, and No. 1 also released the mouse and keyboard in front of him with both hands.
Han Shihao raised his eyes and looked at the chief supervisor in front of him:
"enough?"
The young superintendent pondered for a moment, then laughed:
"enough."
Lin Feng eagerly looked at the senior sitting opposite:
"Senior, is it almost there?"
No. 1 waved his hand casually as if to chase away flies:
"Okay, let's go."
Han Shihao got up and pushed the door to leave. Someone went to the door and glanced cautiously at his senior before closing the door lightly and leaving.
In the different rooms on the two floors of the hotel, the atmosphere fell into silence.
After a long while, Park Canlie casually flipped through his notebook again, as if carefully scrutinizing the contents of the analysis records that he had just memorized on several pages, took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.
An indifferent and majestic voice came from the receiver:
"How about it?"
Park Chanyeol laughed: "Let Shihao play me three solo queue games."
"So, your opinion is—"
Park Canlie paused slightly, and answered in a relaxed tone:
"Can."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while, the voice came slowly again:
"If that's your judgment, let him continue."
No. 1 got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room.
And I don't know when the door was gently pushed open again, No. 5 walked in and looked at his fiance in front of the floor-to-ceiling window:
"So, what's the result?"
No. 1 looked out the window at night, leisurely:
"Not bad."
No. 5 smiled: "Yesterday, when facing No. 2 and No. 3, they seemed very confident. Now, it seems that some people are not completely confident."
It is rare to joke about the jokes of his fiancé.
No. 1 turned to look at his beautiful fiancee, and laughed:
"In the end, you still have to confirm it yourself before you can rest assured."
"Now that's the case... that's the bottom line."
"The rest, let these two little guys play by themselves."
…
late at night.
The lights in the training room on the sixth floor of the hotel came on again.
It's just a little bit later than the days before.
The two people who arrived in the training room one after another looked at each other, but there was still no more communication, and no one was going to mention the reason for being late. It was still just a simple word to end the conversation:
"open."
The group stage came to the fifth day.
In the morning, the two games in Group C were the first to kick off today's game.
Hayami finally faced off against MLG.
After a thrilling battle, the game time was locked at the 35th minute. The Blue Fang Army's Fast Water team unfortunately lost, which attracted a sigh of embarrassment from the Chinese players and audience in the audience.
really.
As the No. 3 seed in the LPL division, participating in the world finals for the first time this year, Hayami's strength is still inferior to MLG, who is the top seed in the European division this year.
Wait until the second game ends with the Thunder defeating the wild card.
Group D starts the battle.
The first game of the day is the confrontation between God and Fate.
36 minutes.
competition is over.
There was a frying pan in the audience, with screams, whistles, and applause almost overturning the ceiling of the gymnasium.
God - Hand of God to defeat Fate.
Won the third win of the group stage.
Three in a row!
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The update is here, the next chapter looks like it's around nine o'clock, get out and continue coding, it's another endless weekend...