At five o'clock in the afternoon, the hotel training room.
In order to facilitate pre-match tactical adjustments.
As early as a week before the players set off, the deployment was made here.
When Teng Hui pushed the door open, he was startled: "This is too cool!"
"Boss is really rich." Cat, Cat and Bear looked him up and down.
Huang Mao leaned over: "Damn it, it's awesome, even gym equipment!"
The facilities in the training room are more than complete.
Floor-to-ceiling windows, conference halls, long tables and tea tables, holographic screens, complete automation, and even entertainment facilities, not to mention the ultra-modern layout and a total of twelve alien computers.
This scene made the contestants who walked in full of surprises in their eyes.
"Which group is the sponsor, I don't think I need to introduce it." Zhao Sanpang took out his loudspeaker while talking: "Everyone should familiarize himself with the keyboard on his seat first, and replace it with his own if it doesn't go well." of."
Yishui's red switch, mechanical, but there is no boy who plays games who doesn't like this kind of feel.
But e-sports players are different. Usually, they use the keyboard they bring with them.
Click, click!
Mo Bei was the least chatty of the group.
When I got there, I plugged the keyboard I brought into the host without even trying.
That action was so neat and handsome that people were caught off guard.
Seeing this, Huangmao touched the cat, cat and bear: "I said, is your bey god so cool usually?"
"That's the same." Cat, Cat And Bear has never been stingy about the handsomeness of her brother: "She is an actionist."
Seeing Mo Bei testing the machine, others also started to move.
But there really isn't anyone as fast as her.
Huang Mao was puzzled, and asked Huan Leng: "Captain, how did Bey get it done in two or three strokes."
Huan Leng didn't speak, his side face was sharp and handsome.
Huangmao went to touch Cat, Cat and Bear again, they were social butterflies after all.
At this time, Feng Yi, who was wearing a neat suit, walked in, raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Two minutes later, the conference hall."
Since joining the team, Zhao Sanpang has emphasized the concept of time with every player.
In e-sports, when many people see a headwind comeback, they say it is luck.
It is undeniable that there may be luck in winning or losing a game.
But 99.9% of it depends on the players' control of time and pawn line.
Especially time, as deadly.
Controlling dragons, pushing towers, and building equipment all count.
Sometimes a time difference of two or three seconds can affect the winning or losing of a game.
So this point, he asked every player to engrave it in his bones.
However, some people don't seem to think it's a big deal.
At 5:20, there were still two people left in the conference room.
Feng Yi raised his hand again and glanced at the time.
5:23.
The two men pushed the door open with a smile.
"Hey, what's so happy about it." Zhao Sanpang raised his eyes: "Speaking out will make me happy too."
Those two people didn't know it, and one of them was still laughing: "Just now Suy sent me a ghost video, Fat God, I'll send it to you later."
"Ghost animal video..." Zhao Sanpang smiled and slapped the table suddenly, his face was so cold that he could freeze: "Manager Feng asked you to gather in the conference room in two minutes, are you ignoring it?"
Suy was startled and trembled, and his face turned pale: "Fat God, we just went to the bathroom, and we didn't have time..."
"On time." Zhao Sanpang lowered his eyes: "I said it more than once."
The other one lowered his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "There are three urgencies in people. There is no need to be so strict about such trivial matters."
Such complaints made the meeting room suddenly quiet.
boom!
Zhao Sanpang became angry in an instant, and the sound made by the chair feet rubbing against the ground was very ear-piercing.
The flesh on his face was shaking: "What did you say! Tell me again!"
Zhao Sanpang gritted his teeth, wishing to chew up this group of angry people: "With your virtue, come to Milan? How can you win? What can you win?"
The contestant who was mumbling lowered his head again, his posture was low, but the words had another meaning: "Fat God, it's our fault for being late, we can fix these minor problems, we are here for the first time, Many people don’t understand, and we also know that you have experience, but what we need to catch now is really not these, K’s side is the most important, if he can recover, we will not use the way of laughing and joking to relieve the pressure.”
This sentence completely ignited Zhao Sanpang's fire.
The conference room was even quieter than before.
Feng Nai, who was being talked about, just sat there, his expression unchanged, he only raised his eyelids slightly from the video of the battle that Mo Bei showed him.
The other Black Flame members all stopped moving, and Cat, Cat, Bear's face was even less angry, and his eyes were very round: "Tao, what are you talking about!"
"I know that saying this, you black flames definitely don't like to hear it, but the facts are here, the domestic forums are talking about who, and even ordinary gamers know that the current state of your captain is not suitable for participating in the competition."
"Enough!" Zhao Sanpang sneered: "Since getting on the plane, you have never left him! Why, if his hand is broken, will you not even know how to play the game? You can live without him. No? Then why are you here? Food and drink at the national expense?"
Tao's face turned red when he was told: "Fat God, the video is still on, you can't just talk like this just because you are a senior, we also have self-esteem, and it is better to spend more time than correcting our small mistakes." Let K…”
"Small mistake?" Mo Bei, who hadn't spoken all the time, turned off the tablet in his hand at this moment, and looked at him lightly: "Do you think being late is a small mistake?"
Tao's expression is not very good: "God bey, it's only two or three minutes, there's no need to be late."
When Mo Bei heard this, his eyes darkened.
She just looked at him like that, pressed the table with one hand, and stood up.
The contestant named Tao, for some reason, felt as if his throat was being choked, and his back was dripping with sweat.
He told himself that there was nothing to be afraid of.
So what if he was once the first jungler.
It's just a girl, no matter how powerful she is, it's useless here.
Mo Bei's eyes didn't move away, but he looked at him more closely: "Fatty Lord."
"What?" Zhao Sanpang was still angry.
Mo Bei's voice was weak and cold, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "World practice, 1V1 in the team."
"1v1 in the team?" Huang Mao looked at Huan Leng, and whispered: "Boss, Bey is going to have a civil war at this time, what is she thinking?"
Huan Leng glanced at him.
Huang Mao continued: "No one can beat her for sure."
Suy who was standing there obviously didn't want to fight: "God bey, you know that none of us are your opponents, now 1V1, all we consume is ourselves."
"Two minutes." Mo Bei's face was clear and handsome, and when he stood against the light, he could see tiny fluff: "If it takes more than two minutes to play against you, I will lose. Sit on the cold bench, you go on."
(end of this chapter)