But Mo Huaifeng was different. He was the club's largest shareholder, and he didn't lack the salary of a professional player at all, so he didn't even sign a live broadcast contract at all.
Live streaming doesn't exist for him.
Occasionally, he would show his face in the live broadcast room of his teammates, but only when Mo Huaifeng was in a better mood. The last time he showed his face was the night when the world's ADC ranking was promoted to third.
His Weibo is also a decoration, he habitually does not log in and habitually turns a blind eye to the fans who are acting cute and begging for a flop.
— It’s really difficult to be a fan.
So his fans tried every means to find out all the news about him, and they almost scooped up all of his "Hero" trumpets.
And this captain, who has no desires and no desires, is entering the game at this time, solo queue, 1v1.
Accounts like his tuba that reached the top of the "Heroes" rank rankings are generally only ranked by players with similar levels, and players with similar levels to him are almost all professional players... So Mo Huaifeng was no surprise. An acquaintance opponent, the captain of the domestic boots team, mid laner Ono.
Two years ago, at the last national qualifier, Mix and Boots were vying for a place in the international league. The Mix team won the game with a slight advantage of 3:2 and the boots were closely chasing, but the boots regretted saying goodbye to the international competition. However, the relationship between the two teams has become better and better because of their sympathy for each other. Occasionally, gays and gays will meet for training matches and exhibition matches.
So when Mo Huaifeng saw the public screen message sent by Ono, he didn't rush to start the game for a while.
[Wild God of ctx: God Fi, I seem to have seen A Xiao in the hospital a few days ago, and his hand injury has recurred?]
[Mix.Fi: Well, it's nothing serious.]
[Ctx's Wild God: Then I've been worrying about him for so long in vain, God Fi remembers to tell A Xiao for me to invite me to dinner.]
[Wild God of ctx: By the way, I heard that the Nx team bought Korean aid.]
Mo Huaifeng paused with his slender fingers resting on the keyboard. The Nx team has been in the all-China class since its establishment four years ago. Although the team's strength is not very strong, it is an old top eight team in the national qualifiers. Each player is also a player with several years of professional experience.
Why did you suddenly buy Korean aid
[Mix.Fi: What's going on? ] [Ctx's wild god: Oh, didn't they compete for the top four in the national qualifiers last year and didn't make it? At that time, some people on Tieba and Weibo said that Nx's top laner and jungler can't fight headwinds, and their skills are not good. Both of them are veteran players, at least they can be regarded as having no merit or fault. How could they hear such words, and persisted until the contract expired this summer, did not continue to renew their contract with the club... directly planned to quit the team.]
[Wild God of ctx: It seems that there are not many national teams ranked in this way who stick to the all-China class. When I am inexplicably sad, I suddenly feel a little proud.]
[Wild God of ctx: I really hope to see the all-Chinese class on the international podium. If one day the Huaxia people really win the award, but the team they belong to does not belong to Huaxia, or the people who carry the audience are not Huaxia people, I am afraid that those foreign bastards will not easily admit that we are talented in e-sports. — They have a habit of belittling us.]
[Ctx's Wild God: Fi God, I heard from A Xiao that the club originally wanted Mix to recruit a foreign jungler as a substitute, but you rejected it? Worthy of being my male god!]
Mo Huaifeng squinted his eyes to read the long series of messages from Ono, picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it.
[Mix. Fi: Hmm.]
Yuan Wei walked in from outside the base and saw a cloud of smoke, and his face turned green: "...I deliberately replaced the range hood in the restaurant with an extra-large silent one, and you are still smoking here. God of Fi, where is your public morality? "
Mo Huaifeng glanced up at him, and then glanced around at the remaining four unaffected people who were still playing the game. The meaning in his eyes was obvious, "They didn't say anything, why are you talking so much?"
Yuan Wei: "...you have to fuck you, why don't I go?"
Mo Huaifeng called to stop him: "Someone will come to the base in the next few days, you should say hello to the security guard in advance."
Yuan Wei: "Who?"
Mo Huaifeng: "Ji Zhiyao."
Yuan Wei: "Hey, Captain, I didn't mean you. Your operation is really flamboyant. What's the matter if you don't sign someone first and go directly to the base? Imprisoning Play? Forcing him to sign?"
Mo Huaifeng: "You really talk a lot."
Mo Huaifeng: "Why don't you be the captain? A master player?"
Yuan Wei: "What does this have to do with my rank? Are you insulting me?"
Yuan Wei: "Find the security yourself. Don't force me to say that I won't be paid. My salary just arrived yesterday, so I don't need to be threatened for the time being."
Mo Huaifeng: "Oh. Believe it or not, I'll help you drop to Silver tonight?"
Yuan Wei: "...Made."
Yuan Wei: "I know, I know!"