Glory [e-sports]

In particular, the Li-Star sisters acted like it was the new year as they shouted again and again, “Li-Star is real!”

Beneath the stage, Wei Xiao was sour and jealous. “Captain, do people yell like that when we go up on stage?”

Lu Feng: “……”

It was too noisy backstage, and Wei Xiao couldn’t hear him clearly. He leaned in closer. “Hm?”

Lu Feng said quietly, “We’re not a CP.”

Wei Xiao: “!”

Lu Feng looked towards the stage.

Wei Xiao’s heart was so sweet that he had to share it with someone. So, he went to bring disaster to Brother Cai. “That’s right, me and the captain aren’t a CP.”

Brother Cai hadn’t heard the earlier conversation between the two and his expression was confused: “???”

Wei Xiao explained to him seriously, “Look at how loudly the Li-Star CP is shouting, but what’s the use? Fu Li and Eurostar are as straight as steel and way too fake.”

Brother Cai: “… You can shut up now.”

Wei Xiao heard him, but he acted as though he hadn’t as he continued, “True love doesn’t need to be shouted out loud. Just like me and the captain, we have to keep it hidden…”

Brother Cai: “……………………”

“Little Ning.” Brother Cai called out to Granny Gray.

Ning Zhehan’s expression was innocent. “What’s up, Brother Cai?”

Bai Cai: “Let’s change seats.”

Ning Zhehan: “???”

Bai Cai: “Your Brother Xiao will explain God Li’s mid-laner play style to you.”

Little Ning was easily fooled. “Okay!”

They quickly changed seats, and he looked earnestly at Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao was stared at by his big, innocent eyes: “……” He now had nothing to talk about!

TPT was a very unique team.

During last year’s domestic competition, TPT hadn’t been as outstanding as RR and 3U, but they were a team that nobody could look down on.

Especially when it came to their captain, Fu Li.

A professional player who was even more professional than their coach was a very terrible presence in the canyon.

Some people said that he was a bit like Yan Jiang, but anyone who was familiar with them knew that they were quite different.

Yan Jiang was more self-absorbed and wouldn’t cultivate other players. He would use his own talent to support the right people and create the world championship team Y1.

Fu Li seemed a little softer. He wasn’t as talented as Yan Jiang, but he would use his hard work and efforts to train up suitable teammates and slowly polish up the current TPT.

Y1 had a soul, and that soul was Yan Jiang.

TPT also had a soul, but its soul was Fu Li’s precise calculations.

Chen Feng sat to Lu Feng’s left. He said quietly, “TPT is very strong this year.”

Lu Feng answered, “Mm.”

The fans had quieted down a lot as the game was about to start. Wei Xiao heard them and stretched his head over. “Stronger than RR and 3U?”

Lu Feng explained to him, “Their growth was more significant in comparison.”

Wei Xiao thought about it and understood. “Especially during this season? TPT’s growth was very fast?”

Lu Feng: “Yes.”

This was understandable.

Ordinary players only looked at the results from the current game, but the players in the circle had a better sense for it.

If last year’s 3U and RR were at 70 points, then they’d grown to 80 points this year.

TPT was only at 60 points last year, but they’d also risen up to 80 points this year and were still growing, while 3U and RR had encountered many bottlenecks.

Wei Xiao focused on the competition and whispered, “… Who will we meet in the semi-finals?”

FTW had taken the lead to enter the top four and would be facing the semi-finals next.

The semi-finals were based on a draw system. The four teams would be split into two groups that attempted to enter the finals.

If nothing unexpected happened, then the top four teams should be FTW, TPT, 3U, and RR.

Who would FTW meet in the four into two game?

Who would FTW meet in the finals?

Chen Feng said quietly, “It would be best not to encounter 3U in the semi-finals.”

Wei Xiao heard him, but he didn’t answer because Little Ning was sitting beside him, followed by Brother Cai and Yue Wenle.

Chen Feng didn’t elaborate on the topic, either. He stopped talking after stating his point.

But those who understood in their hearts were very clear about what he meant.

What stage TPT would reach in their growth was still up in the air, but 3U’s strength could be seen from the surface.

Reasonably speaking, 3U’s core was their jungler, and FTW was also set up the same way. When it came to jungler core against jungler core, Wei Xiao wouldn’t lose.

But, in fact, team competitions weren’t the same as singles or doubles.

Wei Xiao could beat Asleep, but he might not necessarily have a chance to fight Asleep.

Asleep and Cong Yi’s cooperation was remarkable even among the whole Glory scene. If the two of them focused on ganking Yue Wenle and Ning Zhehan, then these two would find it difficult to develop.

If they couldn’t protect their own c-positions, then Wei Xiao and Lu Feng would find it hard to sustain their play.

Tonight, Yue Wenle had shown a wave of heavenly operations, playing with the GOQ team until they were turning around in circles, but if they encountered 3U…

Even without mentioning whether or not 3U’s ADC would give Yue Wenle the opportunity to suppress him, just Asleep’s ganking was sneaky enough that there wouldn’t be any sense of his presence ahead of time.

A cheetah’s terrifying patience and super explosive damage would put great psychological pressure on squishy players.

Under this pressure, a player’s mental quality was tested even more.

Of course, Wei Xiao could also go and catch 3U’s c-position and give as good as they got.

So, that led to the question…

3U’s mid-laner and marksmen had different characteristics compared with FTW’s.

They would rather give up resources to preserve their lives, avoiding the sharp blade of attack like a loose pile of cotton.

FTW and 3U had played a lot of training matches together.

The more familiar they were with each other, the more they got to know each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

If possible, Chen Feng didn’t want FTW to meet 3U in the semi-finals.

FTW still needed time to grow, and any scrap of time was precious.

The game on the stage started. TPT was up against a team called YLY, which was an old veteran team.

YLY had won the domestic runner-up five years ago, but their path had grown bumpy after that, and they kept hovering around the gateway to the playoffs.

They were able to get into the top eight in the country, but it was always a short round trip.

YLY’s abbreviation had been interpreted by other people as an acronym for ‘round trip’ in Chinese pinyin. It was distressing.

TPT’s style had always been stable. They started steadily and made no errors in their group fights. As long as they could enter the late stage, they’d be invincible.

A well-developed Eurostar would become the brightest cub in the canyon. Regardless of what marksman talent he used, as soon as one arrow went out, even a giant shaman would lose a quarter of its health.

In the first game, TPT won without suspense, and it was even a little boring.

Wei Xiao tsked, then leaned close to Lu Feng. “Fu Li is really boring.”

Holding back their strength when facing a weak team meant that they won without any surprises.

Wei Xiao continued, “Right?! If they’re playing in a competition, then they should play well and do their best. Why look down on the opponent?”

Lu Feng suddenly looked at him and asked, “Do you want him to look down on you?”

Wei Xiao was stunned, then got it.

His eyes curved like a fox. “Captain, you’re really evil.”

Chen Feng, who was beside them, “……”

Can you two pay more attention!

TPT won against YLY with an advantage that was just sufficient.

YLY’s mentality had obviously collapsed a little. Their tone was very aggressive during the trash talk segment, and they were almost unable to maintain basic etiquette.

TPT never contributed trash talk and would only say a few official sounding words, but what was revealed with their politeness was their real arrogance.

YLY was in even worse condition for their third game, and it could be seen that they’d struggled to suppress TPT in the early stages so that they wouldn’t have a chance to play in the later stage.

Unfortunately, TPT ‘cooperated’ perfectly, playing a little more fiercely when their opponent played more fiercely, and if their opponents were more aggressive at the start, then they would also follow suit and accompany them to the end.

Finally…

Fu Li used the trickster warlock to take down a quadrakill and ending the game.

The entire audience gave them warm applause. Fans screamed Fu Li’s name and cheered for him like crazy.

The screen was fixed on the final scene. The trickster warlock was dressed in clothing as dark as night, his body slender and cold, with dozens of blood-colored flames floating around him. These were the passive skills that had stacked up after killing an enemy and represented blood and death!

This game was uninteresting. Wei Xiao sighed. “The trickster warlock could’ve gotten a pentakill.”

In the last round of the group fights, as long as Fu Li had been a little more careful, he could’ve taken down the first pentakill in the playoffs. But he’d let it go.

YLY’s jungler’s kill was given to Eurostar, and his streak leading up to the pentakill was broken.

To be honest, if Fu Li had taken the pentakill in this round, YLY wouldn’t have thought much of it.

But he’d let this pentakill go instead, which was really enough to anger them to death.

Poor YLY lost in a mess, and they could only bear with it despite being so angry they’d blown up like pufferfish.

The post-competition interview wasn’t very meaningful. FTW took advantage of the time when the crowds hadn’t yet gotten too big to step out of the venue first.

On the way back to the base, Chen Feng held a small meeting. His intention was to warn them to be on guard against arrogance and impetuousness, since the real battle had only just begun.

Wei Xiao’s eyes unfocused as he listened, and towards the end, he fell asleep because Lu Feng’s shoulder was too comfortable.

It was almost 11 o’clock by the time they returned to the base. Chen Feng waved his hand to let everyone rest early, indicating that they’d go over the game replay tomorrow.

Wei Xiao yawned as he left the training room.

Lu Feng asked him, “Tired?”

Wei Xiao’s tired state disappeared, and there wasn’t even the slightest bit of sleepiness in his eyes. “Captain, go and sleep first. I’m going to stay up all night tonight.”

Lu Feng: “?”

Wei Xiao pushed him upstairs, then went up on tiptoes to kiss him. “Don’t worry. I’ll find a chance to catch up on sleep tomorrow.”

Lu Feng held his wrist and asked, “What are you staying up all night for?”

Wei Xiao didn’t hide it from him. “Watching today’s game.”

Lu Feng’s eyebrows twisted together slightly. “We’ll go over the replay together tomorrow.”

Wei Xiao couldn’t quite explain it himself. “I have to see it myself…”

Lu Feng: “See what?”

Wei Xiao felt a little embarrassed. “… Um, how should I say it? I have a superpower.”

Lu Feng: “………………”

Although Wei Xiao was usually shameless and even acted like he was still in middle school, he still felt like he was about to explode from embarrassment at this time. His cheeks grew a little red. “Really…”

Lu Feng’s interest was piqued, “What kind of superpower?”

Wei Xiao grew even more red after Lu Feng asked that.

Lu Feng looked around, saw that no one was there, and kissed him gently. “Tell me about it.”

His voice seemed to carry electricity that made Wei Xiao’s heart feel itchy. “Don’t seduce me, I’m very busy tonight.”

Lu Feng: “……”

Wei Xiao was afraid he’d do something and said, “I’m going to watch Old Yue.”

Lu Feng: “Hm?”

Wei Xiao really couldn’t explain it. “I just have to watch Old Yue’s game and thoroughly understand him.”

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment.

Wei Xiao continued, “Really! It’s been like this from the training camp. I just have to watch the match with me and my teammates, and I’ll be able to cooperate with them perfectly!”

Lu Feng’s heart felt like it had been hit. “Little Xiao…”

Wei Xiao urged him again, “In any case, hurry up and go sleep. See you tomorrow morning.”

The words Lu Feng wanted to say stopped at his lips, and he ultimately didn’t say them out loud.

That night, Wei Xiao didn’t sleep, and Lu Feng basically didn’t sleep, either.

At 1AM, Lu Feng went downstairs and looked through the window of the training room. He saw the big boy sitting in the e-sports chair and staring at the screen without blinking.

At 2M, Lu Feng went downstairs again. Wei Xiao was still in the same position, like a beautiful statue that had been placed there.

3AM…

4AM…

5AM…

For a full six hours.

Wei Xiao always maintained a high level of concentration, constantly watching himself and Yue Wenle play in the competition together.

Lu Feng leaned against the door and dropped his gaze, hiding away the feelings rising up within him––

How did Wei Xiao have any sort of superpower?

What he had was just countless times the sweat and round the clock effort.