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Recently, as the National High School League approached, the five-man team of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association had been racing against time to train.
The most important task wasn't even An Xin, who was in charge of strategy.
It was Ceng Rui.
The five members of the team had already reached a tacit understanding. In the upcoming National University League, Ceng Rui would be in charge of commanding the majority of the team's matches.
In order to face different opponents in the future, Ceng Rui had watched almost all the video recordings of all the strong teams in the Eastern China region.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
But in the first half of this sentence, apart from knowing your enemy, it was more important to know yourself.
Right now, Ceng Rui had basically grasped the situation of the seven or eight strong high school teams in the East China region. However, if he wanted to determine the thoughts and rhythm of the commander when the time came, just grasping this situation wasn't enough.
He needed to know more.
For example, how far could the other members of the Telecommunications Association's representative team perform in the early stages against strong teams like Fudan University and Zhejiang University?
How many times?
Should they take the offensive or the defensive?
If they couldn't win, could they rely on themselves to stabilize the rhythm and ensure their growth?
Or should they let the jungler take care of them and support them?
As the captain of the Shanghai High School team, Ceng Rui was well aware of the strength of his team's top laner, Zhang Hao. As for Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui was well aware of her strength because the two of them had been playing together in the bottom lane.
As for An Xin, her steady and skillful jungler also made Ceng Rui feel at ease.
As a jungler, to be able to see the big picture and have that kind of awareness for support was already enough without even looking at the mechanics.
The only problem was …
Only Lin Feng, who was in the mid lane, was able to do so.
… …
Just how strong was Lin Feng?
Ceng Rui had been thinking about this question since the first time he saw Lin Feng's play during the Shanghai Sixteen School League.
Then he evaluated and judged Lin Feng again and again.
However, Lin Feng's performance in the tournament had caused Ceng Rui's head to throb over and over again.
The more he understood Lin Feng, the more difficult it was for Ceng Rui to judge Lin Feng's strength.
It was as if …
This guy, who usually made people want to beat him up no matter how they looked at him, gave off a bottomless feeling whether it was his hero pool or his individual skill.
Yes, this is the feeling.
Ceng Rui had never encountered a situation where it was difficult to determine a person's true strength.
Even though they were now teammates fighting side by side, Ceng Rui was still a little shocked and speechless as he watched a certain someone's performance in recent training. It was as if there was no end to his improvement.
This was simply illogical!
Therefore, this question had been accumulating in Ceng Rui's heart for a long time. At this moment, he finally could not help but ask.
The answer to this question was very important.
Because in a team, although every player in every position was an indispensable part of the team, in fact, there was a tacit understanding in the entire world of professional esports —
For a truly world-class team, the mid laner had to be at the very top.
The two complemented each other and relied on each other. A top-tier mid-laner would always be the trump card of that team.
For example, the leader of the Four Emperors, "F" Han Shihao, and SSK.
Another example would be Phenix, who was ranked third among the Four Emperors and Legen.
And the fourth among the Four Emperors, N.
Even the strongest team in China, Hand of God's Morning Stars.
It was the same.
Therefore, Ceng Rui knew the importance of a mid-laner to a team. Therefore, he needed to know more about Lin Feng's true strength.
This was the only way he could better prepare for the future leadership.
And precisely because of this, he looked at An Xin solemnly, waiting for an answer.
…
Hearing Ceng Rui's solemn question, An Xin paused.
Then she smiled slightly.
"Well, I guessed you would ask this —"
"Lin Feng's strength?"
She pondered for a moment, then gave an answer with a smile.
"Anyway, in the upcoming National High School League, no one in the middle lane can be his match."
His tone was light and amused.
But it was like a bomb, directly exploding in Ceng Rui's ears!
At this moment, even Ceng Rui couldn't help but stare at An Xin with a look of disbelief, but the latter still had a smile on her face.
But Ceng Rui could feel that An Xin was not joking at all.
She was serious.
But it was precisely because of this that he was even more shocked.
In the upcoming National High School League, there will be no one in the middle lane?
In this year's National High School League, there were not only strong players like Luo Yu, the captain of the Shanghai Institute of Finance. It was even said that in last year's champion and runner-up team, there was a real LSPL professional player who came back to help his alma mater.
That was a real professional mid-laner.
Ceng Rui knew this, and there was no way An Xin didn't.
In other words, according to the girl, even if Lin Feng faced an LSPL professional mid-laner, he could still win!
After a long time, Ceng Rui barely calmed down and looked at An Xin again.
"Really?"
An Xin smiled. "You'll know when you see it."
Ceng Rui was stunned again. After a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded fiercely.
"Okay!"
Now, he really had a stronger confidence in the next National High School League.
As long as …
That guy is really that strong!
…
When it was almost 11 o 'clock at night, the lively birthday party finally came to an end.
Except for a few people, most of the people were a little drunk.
"I'm not leaving! I want another drink! "
"That's right! Keep drinking! "
"I can still fight for one more night, hahaha!"
Whether it was Ouyang, Liu Yue, or the members of High School 13's Esports Club, or the members of Shanghai High School's team, all of their faces were flushed with excitement. They were laughing and clamoring to continue fighting.
Fortunately, there were still people who could clean up such a scene.
"Okay, go home and rest."
"It's getting late."
An Xin smiled and persuaded them. She looked at Ouyang and the other members of the High School Team, tilted her head, and showed a kind smile.
"Be good."
Just then, a cold wind blew in from the entrance of the hot pot restaurant.
In an instant, Ouyang, Liu Yue, and the others shivered and seemed to sober up a little.
(I-it feels like there's a murderous aura?)
The Shanghai High School Team was even simpler. Ceng Rui looked at his team members and said calmly, "Enough.
That's enough. "
Then, in an instant, the several members of the Shanghai High School Squadron directly sobered up. The arrogance and arrogance of a moment ago suddenly disappeared without a trace. Each and every one of them obediently and honestly responded, before hurriedly packing up their things and preparing to leave.
…
At the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, everyone waved goodbye.
Ren Rou looked at Tang Bingyao worriedly.
"Tang Tang, are you okay?"
"Are you okay?"
Tang Bingyao had drunk quite a bit tonight. Her alcohol tolerance was enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat. If it was a normal person, they would've passed out already, let alone a girl who was drinking for the first time.
"I'm fine!"
"I'm … fine!"
Tang Bingyao waved happily, but she almost fell. When she finally steadied herself, she shook her dizzy head and said, "I'm fine.
I'm fine! "
Even though she was trying her best to emphasize that she was fine, her cheeks were as red as an apple. Then she looked at her drowsy expression, and she couldn't even keep her balance.
"There's really no way to make people feel fine."
Ren Rou sighed helplessly.
An Xin smiled. "But at least you didn't get drunk. You're much better than the other boys. Since that's the case, just have Lin Feng take Tang Tang home. There won't be any problems."
While speaking, the young girl had already given Lin Feng the responsibility of protecting the beauty.
Lin Feng naturally agreed. He patted his chest and laughed.
"Don't worry! Leave it to me! "
Tang Bingyao, who was clearly drunk, subconsciously waved her little fist in the air when she heard this.
"Oh! — — "
At that moment, Tang Bingyao's mind was a little muddled. She temporarily put aside the thoughts she had in front of An Xin. When she heard that Lin Feng was taking her home, she was incomparably happy and excited.
Tang Bingyao was drunk, and Lin Feng had a rough personality.
But Ren Rou wasn't.
Hearing An Xin's words, Ren Rou couldn't help but turn to look at her.
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