North America, Season's club training base.
In the training room, the players of the teams had just finished another intra-team training match, and everyone couldn't help but wipe their sweat, showing a bit of exhaustion on their faces.
Today was originally a training day, and they have been playing intra-team matches since they had breakfast in the morning.
until late at night.
This is also the habit of the Autumn team. You are free to relax and unrestrained during the holidays, but as long as it is training, you must be strict and meticulous and never allow the slightest slack.
They just finished the finals not long ago, and their results are in the semi-finals.
Such a result would be a pretty good or even proud result if placed on other teams, but it was not the case for the Season team—
You know, last year they also reached the finals and competed with SSK for the final championship trophy.
But this year, it took a step back.
According to Captain Autumn:
"You can take a step back this year."
"Are you going to take another step back next year?"
"Last year's finals, this year's semi-finals, next year and the next year will be the top eight and sixteen."
"Going forward, can't you even get into the S competition?"
The team members actually slandered in their hearts, thinking that such an idea was completely a fuss about their own captain, but they did not dare to speak out and refute more.
On the one hand, it was because no one in the team dared to challenge Autumn’s majesty; on the other hand, because the now-recognized god of support in the world almost single-handedly brought the Season team to the strongest in North America and the top in the world, and was also received by him. Respect and love from all members of the team.
Then train.
Every member of the team accepts it.
And another reason why they can't speak out is that they are also training, their captain plays an exemplary role, even more assiduous than them, and is more ruthless and strict with their own requirements.
As a captain, what you have to do is not even limited to training and battles.
After the training, Autumn had to communicate with the club's coaches and analysts again, check and fill vacancies for each player in the team, and at the same time participate in the research and formulation of new tactics and new systems - in this regard, his ability is even No worse than professional coaches and analysts.
So when the rest of the team could finish training and go to rest, only Autumn would be left alone.
Even after the meeting with the coaching team, when the coaches and analysts go back to the house to rest—
The lights in the training room were still on for Autumn alone.
While the other team members felt sorry for their captain's hard work, they couldn't help but be a little curious and whispered in private:
"Isn't the captain still resting?"
"It's already two o'clock in the morning... Although tomorrow is a holiday, it's not necessary to stay up all night so hard, right?"
"Do you plan to go solo queue by yourself?"
"Maybe it's studying the video of other competitions."
"The captain really worked too hard..."
"It's clear that he is already so strong, and he still works so hard—the title of the God of Support is really not something that anyone can do."
The team members walked back to the dormitory bedroom while chatting and chatting.
Only the lights of the training room were still faintly leaking from the half-closed door.
In the training room, after everyone had left, the space seemed empty and quiet. Autumn sat alone in front of a computer, reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, a faint tired look on his face.
High-intensity in-team training, coupled with the responsibility of the captain and the coaching staff meeting late at night, this kind of physical and energy consumption is already a big burden for a professional e-sports player of his age.
But he must persevere.
The so-called god of support in the world, the so-called captain of the strongest team in North America, behind these dazzling halos and titles, it is destined to require more efforts and hard work that ordinary people can't imagine to maintain.
Fortunately, tomorrow is a holiday, you can rest for a while.
but.
He has one other thing to do tonight.
In other words, after a busy day today, he can finally find a little fun that he can enjoy himself in the early morning and late at night.
Autumn raised her head, her eyes falling on the screen of the computer screen in front of her.
A browser page is opened, and the above is the live broadcast room interface of a live broadcast platform.
North American live broadcast platforms also often broadcast games from other regions.
The screen playing in the live broadcast room now is an upcoming BO5 from the top 16 of China's LSPL trials.
There are three minutes left in the countdown.
A slight smile appeared on Autumn's face.
Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Phoenix, who is also his old friend and rival of the Legend team in Europe who sent him a message this morning, telling him that there is such a "lively" show in the Chinese LSPL trials. .
On both sides of the fighting team, one of them had the guy he had already played several times.
the other side…
There is another person who made him pay great attention when he watched the video of some games.
Stretching for the first time ever, Autumn leaned comfortably on the back of the chair behind him, with a look of interest and anticipation on his face:
tonight-
But take a good look at it.
…
Taipei, the Assassin Club training base.
Compared to the atmosphere in the Season base, the assassin's side was completely different.
A group of Assassin team members who had just finished training ordered all kinds of fried chicken on skewers under the orders of their captain. At the moment, they were holding the skewers in one hand and iced soda in the other in the training room. Everyone had a smile on their face. Excitedly looking forward to the look:
"Captain, have you started yet?"
Nian Thirteen sat in front of the computer, held the mouse, and quickly moved and clicked, and a web page of the live broadcast room was freed up. What appeared on the screen was the broadcast scene of the last group of the LSPL trial round of sixteen:
"What's the hurry... I have it!"
All the Assassin team members suddenly cheered.
Nian Shisan leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, took a glass of iced Coke from his teammates, then picked up a bunch of roast beef from the takeaway box in front of the table and took a good bite:
"Okay, come and sit down."
"Look and study well-"
"Today's group... is probably a top bot lane matchup that has never been seen in the finals!"
Fujian Province, a small town next to Xiamen City.
In the evening, a group of junior high school students filed out of the school. Several members of the peak team surrounded their captain Zhang Xin and chatted:
"A Xin, shall we go to the Internet cafe?"
"The game is about to start! You have to hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up with the live broadcast!"
Zhang Xin waved his hand:
"You go first."
"I'll go to see Brother Mo."