For the professional e-sports players of the national service LPL, the first thing to cultivate in a career is the personal psychological quality and ability to withstand pressure.
You have to learn to block those negative information and get used to the malicious and mean sarcasm on the Internet.
A really mature old player, he has actually seen all kinds of storms and waves, and can see many things lightly, as long as he focuses on his own training and competition.
So, in fact, the so-called trolls and sunspots, they don't care, and they don't really care about it.
Because you know those people are just black for black's sake, and spray's for spray's sake.
Competing with such a person is just a waste of your time.
but…
Real fans are different.
If there is a choice, the professional players in the national service would rather accept the endless ridicule and abuse from the online trolls, rather than face the disappointment from the real fans.
Because those are the people who really support you, they accompany you in sorrow and joy with you all the way, and are always full of expectations and hope for you.
And you let them down again and again.
even-
Can't give a firm commitment, can't tell them firmly and confidently, when will they be able to see the dawn of victory.
This is the most distressing.
After coming out of the airport, the members of God Club, Lin Feng and others got on the bus again and set off to return to the club's training base.
Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was silent.
No one spoke.
And until they returned to the training base of the God Club, everyone got out of the car and walked into the base hall, sitting in twos and threes on the sofa and carpet in the living room.
The club's chief leader Zhang walked over to look at his players, and said with a smile:
"It's been hard work all the way."
"Let's rest for a while in the morning, and we will officially resume the meeting in the afternoon."
In exchange, it was only a slap in the face.
More team members were still looking at something with their mobile phones. With a little sharp eye, they could capture the pictures on the screen of these team members' phones. It was vaguely visible that it was the post made by the passerby.
Leader Zhang and the coaches of their own coaching team looked at each other and showed a bit of helplessness.
Still the same-
Water army trolls, their club can come forward to fight back and resolve it decisively, so as not to let their players be affected by malicious online.
But for those real fans, the club can't intervene, and can only leave it to the players to face it.
…
The living room was still silent.
None of the team members of the God team had any intention of getting up and going back to the house to rest, but just sat there silently with their heads lowered.
Zeng Rui frowned slightly, showing a worried look.
Li Shiyi glanced at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng just shook his head.
In the current situation, it is not something that he can do with a few words of comfort. Originally, this kind of thing is not something he is good at. If he knew how to deal with it, then as early as the S1 season of that year, there would be no later ones. things happen.
crunch.
The door outside the living room was opened.
Number three came in.
This finally caused the God team members sitting in the living room to react a little, and got up one after another:
"senior-"
"Senior No. 3."
No. 3 gave a "hmm", stood in front of the living room, and looked at the group of God players who were obviously depressed. He quickly guessed the situation and raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Is this wilting again?"
The God team members looked at each other, then shook their heads:
"No… "
"The coach told us to rest and start the review in the afternoon-"
But such an answer does not seem to satisfy No. 3: "Rest? Go back to the house and lie down on the bed to take a nap, adjust the jet lag and mental state. What are you doing half-dead in the living room now?"
A God player mustered up his courage and explained in a low voice:
"Can't sleep now."
No. 3 looked at the player, then walked around the hall, and glanced at the mobile phones in the hands of several God players:
"Oh, just that one or two articles and posts made you like this?"
"Before co-authoring, what your senior No. 1 said in vain?"
Another God second-team player argued aloud:
"no."
"Those navy trolls, it doesn't matter, but there are more messages from real fans... It's heart-wrenching and uncomfortable."
Many other team members couldn't help nodding, which was also what they thought.
No. 3 heard a bit of ridicule: "Oh, the co-authoring of the slutty water army didn't put you down, but the real fans made you all dizzy, right?"
A group of God players opened their mouths, but could not refute.
And No. 3 didn't seem to intend to give these God players a chance to continue to refute and argue, and glanced at the faces in front of him:
"I'm not like your No. 1 senior. I can't talk about so many high-profile truths, and I'm too lazy to talk nonsense."
"So I will only say one sentence, and only once."
"You all know what the new season will be like next year, and you all know how tight the time is. Now you are all lost, confused, and frustrated here, but any extra minute is just an extra minute wasted."
"This year's finals are a foregone conclusion, and those who are disappointed have also been disappointed. Some people say that you are a sinner, so take it seriously, and treat every battle in the new season next year as your redemption battle."
"Place yourself out, figure out what you need to do."
"You can't lose a game in the LPL division next year. Your current state... How many games do you think you can win?"
Number three speaks very fast.
The tone was sharp and merciless.
After speaking, without even giving the God players in the living room time to react, he has already made a categorical conclusion:
"Okay, that's it."
"If you can't sleep, then don't sleep, don't wait for the afternoon, start the review now!"
Immediately, he ignored the crowd in front of him, and strode straight towards the conference room at the base of the God Club.
Leaving a group of God players to look at each other, Dawn Chenxing took a deep breath, got up and quickly followed No. 3's back, Huang Xue Yege gritted his teeth and looked at the other team members:
"Why are you still standing there, let's go!"
So the hula la crowd quickly followed. At this time, the low and heavy atmosphere before was swept away.
Zeng Rui looked at No. 3's back and couldn't help but exclaim:
"As expected of Senior No. 3..."
Li Shiyi nodded and said with emotion: "It's a completely different style from Senior No. 1, but... it works just as well."
Tang Bingyao looked at Lin Feng:
"Does Fuko stay here?"
Lin Feng thought about it and shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether I participate in the review or not, I'll go to the next door first."
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