It was already late at night.
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The darkness of the night shrouded Shanghai. In the training base of God Team Club in Pudong New Area, a conversation was going on in the lounge after tonight's training and preparation mission.
To be exact, it was not a two-way conversation, but a one-way education.
"If you were to be judged as a professional mid laner, your performance is indeed up to standard."
"The operation of the reactive hand, the ability to gank support, and the swinging in team battles —"
"Commendable."
"That's too low. It's not too much to give you 80 points."
These words came out of the mouth of a man in his early thirties. His tone was nonchalant as he casually picked up the cup of water placed on the table beside him and took a sip to moisten his throat. Then, he looked up at the person he was teaching and smiled.
"Can you accept it?"
Such a tone, such a posture, it was like a teacher asking his students.
But if others could see the lineup of "students" being taught at the moment, they would definitely be shocked to the point that their eyeballs would pop out.
In fact, it was not difficult to speculate.
Because this was the training base of God Team Club, recognized as the strongest LpL team in the country.
At this moment, the man casually mentioned the judging criteria for the "mid" position.
And the mid of God Team …
Other than the substitutes and the members of Team Two, the first person that people would think of was naturally that one person.
"Can accept it."
Morning Star, who was sitting opposite the man respectfully, nodded solemnly, and said humbly and sincerely,
"Please continue."
Morning Star!
To be honest, if the scene in front of them and the content of the conversation between the two were to be spread to outsiders, it would set off a storm in the entire national esports circle. This was Morning Star, the main ace captain of God Team, recognized as the best mid in the country, and one of the "World's Seven Kings"!
This ID name, in the current national server, was almost a symbol of the level of the flag!
Even King's top laner, Yuan Shen, who was also qualified to be one of the Seven Kings, and Team Water's mid laner, Addisi, who only made a comeback this year in the S6 season, could not compare to the four words "Morning Star" in terms of reputation and status in the professional esports circle.
In fact, in the hearts of many players, their Star Emperor was an idol, a god-like existence.
But now …
The strongest and most perfect Star Emperor in their hearts was actually being humble and respectful to an ordinary young man who seemed to have no background at all, like a primary school student receiving a teacher's instruction?
How was this possible!?
Whether it was strength or status, Imperial Star was at the top of the pyramid in the world of professional esports. The team leaders and coaches in Team God's club base were all extremely polite to him, and they spoke with him in a thoughtful manner.
Who was qualified to act so condescendingly and casually in front of Star Emperor and even dared to criticize them?
But …
At this moment, the scene in the lounge seemed extremely natural.
As the guide, the man naturally didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
As the one receiving the lesson, Morning Star wasn't dissatisfied at all. He was completely convinced.
Yes.
With the title of "Imperial Star," there weren't many people in the world of professional esports who could be on an equal footing with him, not to mention having a higher status to give him any guidance. It was almost non-existent.
But "almost" didn't mean that it didn't exist.
And this man, who was about 30 years old, happened to be the most qualified one.
Because in terms of seniority, he was a whole generation older than Morning Star, who was the one receiving the lesson.
In terms of strength.
Back then, he was recognized as the strongest in the world.
In terms of status.
He was the first member of the honorary seven-member advisory team of the esports association, the highest and unreachable professional esports circle in the world. He was a member of the esports hall of fame.
He was the person that the president of the Shanghai esports association, Fang Hao, had to personally lead a large number of people to Pudong International Airport to personally welcome. He was the most respected and admired teacher in someone's heart.
He was number one.
In that era, he was the most immortal legend in the hearts of all esports players in the national server and even the world.
…
"Now you're recognized as the number one midlaner in the national server, right?"
Holding the teacup and taking another sip, No. 1 said casually. Morning Star, who was sitting like a primary school student, had an embarrassed expression on his face as he hurriedly waved his hand. Although this title was unanimously given to him by the local players and fans, he didn't dare to show the slightest bit of arrogance in front of Senior No. 1 in front of him.
Number One didn't care about Morning Star's reaction. He nodded and put down the teacup.
"Your strength is okay.
"He won't be any worse than the other Seven Kings," Ye Zichen said.
"You can still bear the title of the number one midlaner in the national server."
Morning Star nodded respectfully and humbly expressed his gratitude. He did not pay much attention to the word "now" in Senior Number One's words that seemed to have inadvertently brought up.
"But —"
At this point, Number One paused for a moment. Then, he suddenly changed the topic and his tone suddenly became calm.
"Speaking of being a team leader."
"In my scoring standards …"
"You just don't pass."
The last three words made Morning Star tremble. But at this time, he didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed or angry. He just raised his head and looked at the senior in front of him. Once again, he spoke with great sincerity in a deep voice.
"Senior, please advise me."
He leaned against the back of the chair behind him and adjusted his sitting posture slightly to make himself more comfortable. He looked at Morning Star in front of him and said leisurely,
"The blue team lost tonight's training match, right?"
Morning Star froze for a moment when he heard this. He nodded with an embarrassed and ashamed expression on his face.
"Yes."
"We didn't play well in the last few waves."
The training match that ended not long ago in the training room next door was a training match between Team One, Team Two, and a mixed team of substitutes. As the main midlaner of Team One, he was assigned to the blue team. He had a teammate from Team One, a member from Team Two, and two substitutes. The purple team had a lineup of almost the same standard.
Because they were all members of the same club and partners who got along with each other day and night, they were very familiar with each other's playstyles and routines. So in the early stages of the game, there were always exchanges, and the situation was in a stalemate.
Morning Star's own blue team midlaner, Kassadin, had also maintained a smooth nurturing rhythm in the early stages. Several roaming gank also had a certain effect.
But in the middle and late stages, when both sides began to stick together, the blue team was unable to play the same rhythm and effect as in the early stages. Even though his own midlaner, Kassadin, was nurtured well, he suffered from being targeted by the opponent and couldn't find a suitable opportunity to cut in or harvest.
In the end, it was a crucial wave of team battle. The purple team on the opposite side let his teammate Barren Snow Nightsong, an adc mouse, harvest four kills and completely bury the blue team.
Now that he thought about it, he was still a little unwilling to accept that training match.
Number One raised his eyebrows and looked at Morning Star with a faint smile.
"Have you thought about it?"
"Why is it that even though your Kassadin nurtured so well, you guys still lost several times in the end?"
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