After paying the bill, everyone left the hotpot restaurant. When they walked out of the restaurant, the sky was already filled with stars. After a busy day, it was about time for them to go home and get some rest.
As usual, they took three taxis back to the Hilton Hotel. When they arrived at the lobby, they took the elevator to the 16th floor and were about to say their goodbyes in front of the elevator.
"Let's go back and get some rest."
One raised an eyebrow as he looked at everyone in front of him.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Then, One and Five returned to their rooms, swiped their keycards, and closed the door. When the door was closed, Five looked at his fiancé with a smile.
"It feels like Lin Feng and the others have other plans."
The two of them had already noticed their juniors were secretly exchanging glances with each other, but they didn't take the initiative to point it out.
The corner of Number One's mouth curled up.
"That's normal …"
"After that Han brat's matter, it'd be a miracle if they can sit still tonight."
Five nodded, then said worriedly, "But if they stay up too late and don't rest well, that's not good either."
One laughed. "Don't worry about it. Let them do whatever they want. You can never have too much motivation and fighting spirit in the face of a major tournament."
In the corridor outside the room, Huangxue Nightsong, Shi Hang, and the others immediately perked up when they saw the two seniors' backs disappear.
"Let's go!"
"To the seventh floor, to the seventh floor!"
Lin Feng finally realized what they were talking about. "Ah, didn't you guys say we're going to eat the second wave …"
Shi Hang rolled his eyes. "Second wave my ass. Hot pot isn't enough for you?"
"Then why are we going to the seventh floor?" Lin Feng asked.
… …
With the League of Legends S6 World Finals just around the corner, almost half of the floors and rooms in the Hilton Hotel next to the Milton Coliseum had been reserved by the staff of the professional clubs and official gaming associations of the various regions.
Basically every region took up an entire floor.
On the seventh floor, there were five separate conference rooms. They would be used for the sparring matches between the various club teams in the next few days.
It just so happened that Morning Star had borrowed the key to the training room from the leader of his club. They went to the seventh floor and found the corresponding room number. Morning Star swiped the key card and pushed the door open. He reached out and turned on the light on the wall.
The lights in the originally dark training room were switched on one by one, revealing a spacious and bright space. Two rows of VS computers and chairs were neatly arranged in a row. There was also an LCD screen hanging on the wall opposite, which was used for tactical meetings, training, and spectating.
"Alright."
Wildsnow Nightsong clapped his hands.
"Let's begin!"
At the same time, Tian Tian, Shi Hang, and Shadow Puppet were also rubbing their palms together, the battle intent in their eyes starting to burn brightly.
Yes, when they paid the bill at the hotpot restaurant and were about to leave, everyone had already tacitly made this decision.
Rest?
Are you kidding me? After hearing such news about F- Han Shihao tonight, who would be able to fall asleep easily? How magnanimous must one be to not mind?
Of course, a night of training wouldn't help them easily catch up to the World's Number One Mid. They all understood this principle, but understanding the principle was one thing. If they didn't do anything at night, then they would really be unable to get over the hurdle in their hearts.
Yes.
Everyone was holding back their anger.
Why can he play the Gopher for 10 minutes on Nightmare mode, but you and I can only struggle for six or seven minutes?
If he can do it, why can't you and I?
But as long as a pro player reached their level, no one would willingly fall behind others.
"So that's what you guys were planning." Lin Feng finally understood. He glanced at Shi Hang and the others. "And then you dragged me along?"
Shi Hang shrugged. "You're our personal sparring partner. How can you not accompany us when we start training?"
Wildsnow Nightsong was even more direct. "Just say it. Are you going to fight or not?"
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.
"Yes."
"Why wouldn't we fight?"
To put it bluntly, even Shi Hanghuang, Xue Yange, and the others were unwilling to admit defeat, so a certain someone was no exception.
In his heart … he had been holding back his anger for a long time.
… …
Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui, and Li Shiyi also agreed without any objections. However, Ceng Rui glanced at An Xin with a concerned expression. He was worried about her condition, while the young girl waved her hand with a smile to express that she was fine.
The ten players in the practice room were enough for two teams to practice against each other.
Their lineups ranged from the top laner, support, and mid laner. The only difference was that they had an extra mid, but Lin Feng could easily fill that spot. He could go to the top lane and fight against Tian Tian.
He turned on his computer and logged into the game.
Soon, the first practice match began.
Thirty minutes later, the first match ended. No one cared about winning or losing. They pulled out the video they had just recorded and put it on the electronic screen hanging on the wall to start a round of analysis and discussion.
"Eleven did a good job with this opening."
"But Steamed Bun did a good job too. He's a weak jungler in the early game, so his development won't be affected much."
"The bottom lane is a completely balanced lineup. The disadvantage on the blue side is really a problem of operating ability. Ah Zeng's support, Ella, is fine. Tang Tang, your handling of the details of the line is a bit poor. Look at the 4 minutes here …"
"Ah Xing's lineups are perfect. I can't find any problems."
"Old Shi, you're too weak. You just can't keep up with your hand speed!"
Half of the analysis and discussion revolved around the overall strategy, while the other half was focused on the player's hand speed.
While the meeting was going over the game, Tang Bingyao's Hamster was constantly being taken over by the others. Everyone took the time to challenge a match to get used to the game and hone their hand speed.
When the review was over, the second match began.
The review was done after the match.
The lights in the corridor on the seventh floor of the Hilton Hotel were soft and dim. The door of the practice room was unlatched, but bright lights still shone from inside. From time to time, the sound of keystrokes rang out and all kinds of heated discussions could be heard.
When it was almost 11 o 'clock at night, the training room's door creaked open, and the people who were continuing to discuss the third match welcomed their first guest.
Nian Thirteen poked his head in and looked at the people sitting in front of the electronic screen. He was dumbfounded.
"F * ck, you guys are working so hard!"
"Training and meeting at this time?"
Lin Feng greeted him. "Hey, Nian Thirteen, you're here. Come sit, let's have a meeting together."
"… I haven't had dinner yet!" Nian Thirteen said.
Next to him, Shi Hang kindly handed him a bag of chips.
"Make do with it."
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