At that time, I didn't like to socialize with people, and because I didn't grow up in size, I didn't know how to restrain my edge, so many people couldn't understand him.
He is different. Sixteen-year-old Mo Nan has bright eyes and is full of scorn. Anyone who sees him wants to be friends with him.
Huan Leng sometimes sits only in his own seat, and often watches him share lunch with others and roast sausages outside the youth training camp.
Probably because he noticed that he was watching, he would throw one over: "Didn't the coach not let us go out? I'll let the boss deliver it at a fixed time, isn't it smart?"
Huan Leng seldom eats these things outside.
He also doesn't understand this kind of food that can't be seen as meat. How does Mo Nan get it into his mouth, and he eats it with relish every time. Isn't he afraid of food poisoning
He couldn't see how smart he was, but he didn't throw away the sausage, he just left it there.
After training, people surrounded him.
Before he could make a move, a figure grabbed the opponent's collar faster than him, and shouted for him to go first.
It's really funny and secondary.
But how did such a second-year student leave a shadow in his heart
Probably too regretful.
That person who is on par with him is now standing there, being pointed out by Wan Fu.
Huan Leng clenched his right hand, and when he let go, he also walked to the center: "I invited him to join, not him to beg me. If any of you are not satisfied with the position of Mo Nan's assistant, you can ask Challenge, when did you also get into the habit of gossip, is it because the training time is too short and makes you feel idle?"
Probably did not expect that their captain would come at this time.
The faces of the reserve players who spoke were all stiff.
A person stood up: "Team Huan, you said that the most taboo thing in the team is dictatorship. The victory or defeat of the game cannot be determined by one person, but depends on the mutual cooperation of everyone. Why did you invite Mo? Nan, didn’t even discuss with us, whether such an approach violated the original intention of our team, I think we at least have the right to know.”
"That is to say, we didn't know it, and he came."
"It's a bit unreasonable, and I don't like it to be honest."
Huan Leng listened to the sounds around him, and said calmly: "The team stipulates that every substitute player will be decided by the starters, coaches, and managers through voting."
Huan Leng looked at the few people who spoke: "Mo Nan passed unanimously. You want the right to know. Play well in this trial. After you become a formal player, you can vote against anyone. Before you play There's no point in picking teammates without qualification."
"If you don't like it, you can leave the team at any time." Huan Leng stretched out his hand, opened his locker, his side face was sharp and angular: "Need I remind you that you are not an official team member yet?"
This last sentence made several people nailed there.
In a sense, like Mo Nan, they were still to be selected.
Reserve players have no right to participate in the decision.
The person who proposed authoritarianism also realized that he had crossed the line, and his face was a little pale. He couldn't just pass by like this. He shook his hands and said, "What the team said can be challenged. Is it true or false?"
Huan Leng closed the cabinet, and the room still reverberated.
The mid laner over there saw it and wanted to come over.
Who on earth introduced this idiot, and he questioned how he came to be the captain.
I feel that I am playing well, and the team can initiate challenges at any time. Everyone knows this, and I am still questioning it here.
This year's candidates are really...
Huan Leng didn't let him speak, and put one hand into his trouser pocket, with the white towel draped over his shoulder, and replied: "True".
The man was full of spirits: "Then I will challenge him now."
As he said that, he looked at Mo Nan: "Senior, you shouldn't refuse me with the excuse that your hand injury hasn't healed yet?"
Mo Nan didn't say much, just put down the towel: "Let's go."
Two words, no pain or itching.
In the training camp, everyone will prepare a computer.
There is a scale and there is also a workout time.
Reserve players do not have e-sports chairs, only official players do.
The training camp is divided into a first floor and a second floor.
There will be a large screen downstairs for projection, and an internal battle will be held every three days to select more combative newcomers to the bench.
Three years in a row, it sounds easy.
In fact, here, if you do not make progress today, it is equivalent to falling behind.
Because this is the strongest team in the country.
"Choose support and take the middle lane, one blood, one tower." Huan Leng stood there in a battle uniform, his voice was light: "Let's get started."
There is an unwritten one-on-one rule in "Heroes".
See who kills the opponent first, that's one blood.
See who makes up 100 pawns first, that's one hundred.
In the same way, in single-player sparring, you are not allowed to go to other routes or wild areas. Whoever pushes down the first tower will be considered a victory, otherwise, they will automatically give up the game.
As a professional player, even a reserve player would not understand these things.
It's just that someone obviously took advantage of it.
When choosing a hero, he brought healing.
"Choose one with blood control!"
The people next to him are also trying to trick him.
When I entered the game, I saw the manager standing on the second floor with the backup team members wearing healing skills, his brows furrowed.
But this time, Huan Leng didn't make it clear that he couldn't bring healing skills, so it couldn't be said that he violated the rules.
It's just that Mo Nan is obviously at a disadvantage.
Originally, he was a candidate for the hero, so he couldn't get the strongest supporting role in this version, but now the opponent has healing skills.
It's hard to beat...
"Captain." The middle laner opened his mouth, he wanted to say that he should reopen, otherwise Mo Nan couldn't fight.
On the big screen over there, Mo Nan's figure had already walked out of the spring pool.
With his handsome face, it seemed that he was not surprised by everything in front of him, as if no matter how much the opponent did not obey the bottom line of the battle, he could predict it.
It is also this group of people who have been holding on to the point of Bey's "substitution".
Said that the opponent violated the e-sports spirit and caused a bad influence.
they know.
Presumably Mo Nan knew better.
He thought Mo Nan would get angry.
Unexpectedly, he just stood there to replenish his troops without saying a word.
The mid laner was stunned and looked at them to call the team.
There was no emotion in Huan Leng's eyes.
The man was thick and controlling, and he suppressed Mo Nan as soon as he came up.
Mo Nan didn't even dare to come out of the tower.
It's really not easy to play. Once you go out and get caught, you will easily lose a blood.
Such a one-on-one duel, not to mention Mo Nan, even if it was him, he might not be sure to win, because the duel was not fair from the beginning.
"Senior, sometimes, people have to obey the old."
Seeing that Mo Nan didn't even dare to come out of the tower, the man was full of pride in his voice: "I know you used to be talented, but it must have been two years, not to mention that you are an assassin, what kind of support do you do when you transform?" ? Do you brothers and sisters like to play reversal, and then feel good in your heart, see if you hit your face, I can do anything. Senior, you are not bey, let alone bey, how many years have passed, and you are still taking the emperor Meng Chui, I haven't seen how powerful she is, as for you senior...do you want me to teach you how to play support?"
The people on his side all laughed after hearing this.
Because even if Mo Nan hid under the tower, he couldn't resist the man's attack.
It's only been a while, and Mo Nan's blood volume has been knocked down by half.
"Senior, it's too slow. With your hand speed, you still want to return to the profession? You can't even hide your skills. I'll call the team today. He wants to be a teammate. I'm not the talented person I was back then. Don't hold on to the past, look at us newcomers!"
As he said that, the man took a sledgehammer and swung forward, abruptly consuming half of Mo Nan's blood.
Now Mo Nan's blood volume is already very unhealthy. If he doesn't go home, he may lose his life at any time, but if he goes home, he will be slowed down a lot, and he may even lose the tower .
The manager was standing on the second floor. He was going to deal with something, but at this moment he stopped and didn't move.
He only lowered his eyes and looked towards Huan Leng's direction.
It's too ordinary.
Although he didn't want to hit that boy either.
But now Mo Nan is too ordinary.
Perhaps if he plays the assassin position, it will be worth seeing.
Switching to the auxiliary position, on the whole, I don't have a trace of sharpness.
Even, every reserve player here is more distinctive and courageous than him.
The hand speed is too slow.
The status is also wrong.
He even wanted to ask Huan Leng, do you still think this is the top player who was on par with you in the youth training camp
"kill him!"
"Go!"
"Yu Fei just hit like this! Don't let him come out!"
"It's too ordinary. What's the point in inviting such a person back to the team? Hurry up and let him go!"
No one likes someone who comes by air,
They're even a few years apart.
In their view, Mo Nan's peak period has long passed. No matter why, why is he competing with those who can finally realize their dreams
Calling him senior is their upbringing, does he really treat himself like a dish
"Okay, I understand what you mean, so I won't play around here anymore." The man held the mouse with one hand: "Some people should go back to where they came from. I really think that falling into a stinky ditch If you can still come out of here, today I will let the senior obey me!"
As he said that, the man swung it, raised the sledgehammer again, and spun towards Mo Nan who was still bleeding!
"He wants to jump the tower!"
The manager shook his hand and looked away, there was no need to look any further.
The former dynasty finally ceased to exist.
There was no way Mo Nan would survive.
I just hope that Huan Leng will let go of his regrets and look forward.
Because no matter how regrettable it is, the "Mo Nan" who was able to leave a bright smile with a knife alone is dead, and died in that frame-up.
Now he is timid, and he is not suitable for playing e-sports anymore...
(end of this chapter)