Number One glanced at Lin Feng.
"What's the rush? When did I ever go back on my word?"
Lin Feng stiffened his neck when he heard this: "Apart from you and Xiao Wu jie, who else is qualified to give TangTang pointers?"
There was nothing wrong with that.
Tang Bingyao might seem like an ordinary player, but whether it was talent, skill, or potential, there weren't many players in the Chinese esports scene who could compare to her.
In terms of individual skill, in the first training match, Draven was able to fight against Vayne of Wildsnow Nightsong to such an extent … Who else could it be so easy to find another random player like him?
Perhaps God, Quick Water, and KG, who were the top coaches of the top professional teams in the country, were qualified to give Tang Bingyao some pointers. But even these people were miles apart from No. 1 and No. 5.
Lin Feng's original plan had been to wholeheartedly push TangTang into senior number one and Xiao Wu's hands. His goal had been set so high from the start, how could he still casually accept any other choice?
And if he let someone else take charge …
He'd be better off doing it himself.
Number One felt a little helpless at his stubbornness. Pointing at Lin Feng, he said, "You … you're stubborn, aren't you? Do you really think that there's only me and Xiao Wu in the circle and no one else is good enough? You're a frog in a well! "
Lin Feng replied confidently, "That's right. Senior, why don't you give me another example? You're just looking for excuses. What do you think, Xiao Wu …"
As he spoke, he turned to look at Number Five, ready to ask for help. However, in the next second, he saw Number Five shaking his head lightly at him. Instantly, he was a little stunned, and then came to a realization. "Eh … Could it be that Sister Xiao Wu …"
Number Five chuckled. "Alright, alright. Don't worry. Number One isn't lying to you. He's telling the truth. He's already found a better candidate."
Lin Feng was at a loss.
"Found a better candidate?"
At this moment, even if he racked his brains, he couldn't think of anyone in the esports circle who could match the standards of the two seniors, No.1 and No.5. He was clearly a legendary senior in the esports circle, but he still had to find someone else to help him. Who would be able to do that?
"Anyway, you know that I didn't lie to you." Number One snappily reached out and knocked on someone's head. "It's just that things haven't settled down yet. When it's confirmed, I'll naturally tell you and Tang Tang … I can't guarantee that you'll be so happy that your mouth will split open."
So exaggerated?
While holding his head that was hurting from the hit, he was still a little skeptical. His eyes darted around, wanting to get more information out of it, but Number One saw through his thoughts and immediately gave up on the idea.
"Don't even think about it. You won't be able to get any information from me before it's done."
"Furthermore …"
"Instead of worrying about Tang Tang, you should worry about yourself first. How do you feel about your performance after the round just now?"
Lin Feng scratched his head when he heard the topic change.
"By myself …"
"It should be … passable, I guess?"
He was being careful and modest, but when he replied to Number One, it only made Number One raise his eyebrows slightly. "Not too bad? You know it's passable too … Come on, tell me what you didn't passable in and analyze it bit by bit. "
"Ah …"
Lin Feng's expression immediately turned bitter. "Do you want it now?"
Number One raised an eyebrow. "What, you have a problem with that?"
His sharp senses immediately picked up on the dangerous aura in his senior's tone, and he instantly shook his head like a rattle drum. "No, no, no!"
This was a review.
However, it was different from the usual review in a professional club. There was no replay of training videos. Instead, it was purely a verbal explanation and self-analysis from memory. Most professional players couldn't do this, but Lin Feng had long since become incomparably used to it. Back in the day, when the conditions were bad, he had also gone through it.
Every match he played would leave such a deep impression on him that he could remember every detail, including every mistake he made and every decision he made. Through this kind of verbal review, he could clearly reconstruct it bit by bit.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The second round of the training match on the field had already begun. In the back row of the spectators, compared to the majority of the God team members who were once again attracted by the match, Lin Feng stayed by Number One's side to review and deduce the previous match. Every time he made a mistake, Number One would interrupt and point out the problem. Then, he would nod seriously to show that he had learned his lesson.
Number Five, on the other hand, was watching this scene with a smile.
It was a very … familiar scene.
She could completely understand why her fiancé would always have such high expectations of a certain someone, far surpassing the expectations of any other talented junior in the circle.
Because a certain someone was indeed different.
In such a large national server.
Only this well-behaved and humble youth in front of her … was worthy of her fiancé's special treatment.
Was his expectations too high? Too strict?
Yes.
However, since he was the sole successor to the greatest legend in the world of professional esports, no matter how high his expectations were, it wouldn't be too much to ask for.
… …
The entire morning quietly flew by in the intense training match.
At noon, Number One and Number Five didn't reject God's cordial invitation this time. Together with Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao, they stayed at the club's training ground to enjoy a sumptuous lunch with the other God members, as well as a few coaches and team leaders.
During that time, other members of the God Club constantly came over to greet a certain someone who was happily eating at the dining table. After all, a super god whose strength was comparable to their club's trump card, Morning Star, had an extremely high status in the hearts of these professional players who believed that strength reigned supreme.
Of course, Tang Bingyao was supposed to be the focus of all the God club members, but she was currently sitting obediently beside No.5 at the dining table, listening to Tang Bingyao's teachings and pointers. So no matter how envious the God club members were, they didn't dare to rashly approach her.
Finally, Morning Star took his bowl and chopsticks and sat next to Lin Feng.
A certain someone, who was engrossed in eating, only noticed that there was someone beside him when he raised his head and was about to scoop another bowl. He did not think much about it and gave Morning Star a thumbs up while praising him from the bottom of his heart.
"The food in your club is really good!"
"It's delicious!"
"Ah … Oh, thank you …" Morning Star subconsciously replied in a daze. Only then did he remember why he had come. He looked around and saw that no one seemed to be paying attention to him, so he lowered his voice and whispered, "That's right … During the All Star Exhibition this year, the audience was allowed to go on stage and interact with each other. Did you go on stage?"
Lin Feng's chopsticks finally stopped moving. He turned around and looked at him.
"Oh, you still remember?"
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