Very few people would have thought that SSK, who had not participated in any training or competition for the entire day, still hadn't gone to bed at this late hour of the night. The players, coaches, leaders, and staff of the club had not gone to bed yet.
They were also having a meeting like the other clubs.
They were doing all kinds of detailed analysis and tactical discussions.
But on second thought, it seemed understandable. After all, they were going to start a training match with the first seed of China's LPL division, God- Hand of God. Facing an opponent of this level, perhaps even SSK had to be careful and go all out.
By the time the meeting was over, it was already close to midnight, Manchester City time.
The team members gradually returned to their rooms to rest.
The team leader and several coaches left the meeting room with their eyelids twitching. Only a few staff members and assistant coaches were left to help clean up the room.
The rest of SSK's first team members were also ready to leave, but they soon noticed that their mid laner captain was still sitting quietly at the conference table, seemingly having no intention of going back to his room to rest.
Ray could not help but feel puzzled. Just as he was about to ask, he was pulled back by his support teammate Cube. The latter shook his head at his ADC partner and gestured to the side.
"What the hell …"
Ray could not help but mutter. But as he looked in the direction that his support teammate was gesturing, he saw the figure holding an eraser in front of the tactical blackboard. He suddenly went silent, subconsciously covering his mouth, and a look of realization appeared on his face.
On the side, Wolf and Mafa exchanged glances. Mafa stepped forward, patted his mid laner on the shoulder, and said softly,
"We'll go back first."
Han Shihao, who was still sitting in front of the table with a calm and indifferent expression, only nodded and did not respond.
Then, the SSK main team members looked at each other and left together.
After the SSK Club's logistics staff left the room, the atmosphere in the conference room quieted down.
The lights were still bright.
So bright that it was dazzling.
And in this suddenly quiet atmosphere, the pale lights set off a sense of restlessness that made people restless and uncomfortable.
Han Shihao still sat there with an indifferent expression. He didn't move or say a word, like a stone statue.
Apart from him, there was another person in the room.
It was the assistant coach who was cleaning the chalkboard. Although it was impossible to confirm his identity, he looked to be in his mid-twenties. Therefore, in the coaching staff of a world-class club like SSK, someone of his age naturally did not have much authority or status.
After all, being able to become a member of SSK's coaching team meant that every coach had extremely rich and profound professional knowledge. A young man in his early twenties … how reliable could he be?
If Su Xue were present at this moment, she would definitely recognize the assistant manager diligently wiping the blackboard as the kind-hearted person who had accepted her interview earlier in the day.
But then she would definitely be puzzled by such a scene.
Everyone had left. There were only two people left in the meeting room. One was the club's ace midlaner captain, and the other was just an ordinary assistant manager. Both of them appearing in the same scene … Wasn't it a little inappropriate?
If it were anyone else, they would probably have the same doubts.
Logically speaking, after the meeting, everyone should be going back to rest. Those who stayed behind should have their own reasons and intentions for staying.
If it was Han Shihao and SSK's head coach or team leader in the meeting room, it would be understandable. They probably had something to discuss about the team's future plans.
But apart from Han Shihao, the other was only an assistant manager. What was going on?
What topic could there be between the two of them?
… …
The atmosphere in the room was still as quiet as ever.
One of them continued to carefully wipe the blackboard without any distractions, while the other sat indifferently at the table like a stone statue. It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
But faintly …
However, there seemed to be an invisible oppressive aura spreading between the two of them.
Neither of them broke the silence first.
It was like an invisible wrestle.
Both were waiting for the other to lose control first.
Time slowly ticked by. When the blackboard was finally wiped clean, the young 'assistant manager' put down the eraser, clapped his hands, and calmly turned around. He looked at Han Shihao, who looked exactly the same as he did ten minutes ago, and smiled.
"What, you want to compete with me in patience?"
"Then I'll bet with you. You'll definitely lose in the end."
The young assistant manager looked very handsome when he smiled. Many girls of his age, and even older women, could not help but be moved by him.
But what caught people's attention more … was the tone of his voice.
It was very relaxed, even a little casual.
This wasn't a big deal at first, but when the person who spoke was Han Shihao, it revealed an unusualness that left one speechless.
Because …
You're just a small 'assistant manager'.
In the entire SSK club, as the world's number one mid laner and the leader of the Four Emperors, Han Shihao's status was almost equal to that of the team's leader and the head coach. Under normal circumstances, the players of other teams had to listen to their coach and leader's orders, but when it came to SSK, whether it was the coach or the leader, they would have to talk to Han Shihao politely. Those with lower positions would even think of ways to curry favor with the captain of SSK's mid laner team.
But now, this young assistant manager's expression and tone … could not be described as relaxed. It was even a little disrespectful.
However, Han Shihao was still indifferent when he heard such provocative words.
He sat in front of the table, his expression unchanging.
The young assistant manager did not mind such a reaction. He casually pulled out a chair from beside him and sat diagonally across from Han Shihao.
"Tell me what you think."
"Messing up my original arrangements and having our team train against God … If I remember correctly, I don't think I have received any applications for this."
At this moment, his tone had even become a little condescending.
And finally, Han Shihao opened his mouth.
As always, indifferent and emotionless.
His words were simple and straightforward.
"I'm the captain of SSK. I don't need to explain to others when I bring my team to train against other teams."
He did not speak for ten minutes.
But the moment he opened his mouth …
Suddenly, the atmosphere of the topic exploded into an intense smell of gunpowder that made people's eyelids twitch.
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