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Even though An Xin, the jungler of the team, wasn't around, training still went on as usual.
However, An Xin's absence had indeed affected the mood of the representatives of the Shanghai Telecommunication Television Association.
Not only did the system randomly assign a random teammate to the team, but it also affected the team's teamwork and tactical execution. Even Ceng Rui, Tang Bingyao, and Zhang Hao weren't able to perform at their best.
As the jungler of the team, An Xin did a great job of coordinating the team.
She was considerate and meticulous.
It was almost meticulous, taking care of every aspect.
She was always able to provide support at the most opportune time. Even in the most intense and chaotic battle, she could calmly make the most rational and crucial decisions with a gentle smile on her face.
Junglers were meant to carry the tempo.
After the team adapted to An Xin's rhythm, the sudden loss of such an important core member made them feel a sense of emptiness in their hearts.
At the same time, they weren't performing well because they were worried about An Xin.
This was especially true for Ceng Rui and Zhang Hao. Even though they had only known each other for a short period of time, An Xin's fairy-like temperament and incomparably amiable aura made them want to get close to her.
After such a period of time, even someone as indifferent as Ceng Rui had subconsciously regarded An Xin as a trustworthy partner.
Even a friend.
It was only because Ceng Rui's mental fortitude and self-control that he was able to maintain a stable performance during training.
However, Lin Feng was the one who performed the best in today's training.
… …
For the five practice matches, Lin Feng chose five different mid laners to compete in.
Fishman, Thor, Clockwork, Card, and Ice Woman.
In every battle, Lin Feng had an overwhelming advantage over everyone else. Double kills, triple kills, and even godly kills. It could be said that in today's battle training, when the other three members of the team were in mediocre condition, Lin Feng was the only one who had the upper hand.
He was the kind of person who advanced like a hurricane.
He was like a galloping wild horse, roaring and dragging his companions behind him as he charged forward.
"Lin … Lin Feng, why are you so fierce today?"
Zhang Hao wasn't the only one who was stunned. Even Ceng Rui couldn't help but be moved by Lin Feng's performance that night.
He could clearly feel that someone's condition had improved compared to before.
Moreover, the more he fought, the fiercer he became, and the more irresistible he became.
However, there was a calmness that made his heart palpitate.
The invasion was like fire.
Immovable as a mountain.
These words subconsciously flashed through Ceng Rui's mind. Today, Lin Feng's performance as a mid was completely flawless. Even his previous criticism of Lin Feng for being too aggressive and leaving the team was completely absent today.
Suddenly, Ceng Rui recalled the words An Xin had said to him with a smile — —
At that moment, Lin Feng was just trying to get back to his peak condition.
This core ace mid of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association's representative team would only get stronger and stronger.
Thinking of this, Ceng Rui looked at Lin Feng who was sitting in front of the computer screen with a complicated expression. At this moment, Lin Feng was focused on the game on the computer screen, as if his state of mind was completely unaffected by the outside world.
He had no distractions.
He was focused.
Normally, this would be a quality that Ceng Rui would admire.
But at this moment, Ceng Rui couldn't help but ask another question:
(Childhood friend Steamed Bun is sick …)
(As the person closest to him, doesn't he feel worried at all?)
… …
Lin Feng's condition was indeed very good.
And it was indeed getting better and better.
The reason was very simple. It was because the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier, and the pressure was also getting greater and greater.
The greater the pressure, the more it could stimulate a person's fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and all of their potential.
At this moment, a certain "Senior One" who was on vacation in Thailand was very clear about this quality of Lin Feng.
National University League champion.
Top five in the Korean Champion's Leaderboard.
Any one of these two tasks alone would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens, not to mention putting these two tasks together at the same time.
It was almost impossible.
However, for Lin Feng, the more impossible it was, the more he had to work hard to achieve it.
Therefore, he needed to maintain his perfect mental state. From this moment on, he couldn't slack off in the slightest, and he absolutely couldn't allow any external factors to interfere or affect him in the slightest.
Lin Feng was the only one who knew why.
But to outsiders, they would be puzzled.
For example, Tang Bingyao.
… …
At night, Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao walked together on the small path on the side of the street.
Carrying her backpack, Tang Bingyao walked forward step by step. She lowered her head and didn't say a word, as if she was thinking about something.
After a while, Tang Bingyao stopped walking.
Tilting her head, Tang Bingyao looked at Lin Feng with a serious expression on her face.
"Why are you still in such good condition today?"
Lin Feng was stunned. He scratched his head.
"Oh … Because I've always been this good."
The question came out of nowhere, and the answer was also inexplicable. The two of them weren't on the same wavelength at all.
Tang Bingyao, who did not get the answer she wanted and realized that someone had misunderstood her question, shook her head in frustration. She thought for a long time and deliberated over her words for a while before she carefully explained what she meant again.
"Everyone … is worried about Steamed Bun.
But you didn't seem to be affected at all during training today. "
"You …"
"Aren't you worried about Steamed Bun's health?"
If Tang Bingyao were to ask such a question, it would indeed make her feel a little nervous and uneasy. However, because of her confusion and doubts about this question, she couldn't help but ask.
But as soon as she did, Tang Bingyao regretted it.
Idiot.
Why did she have to ask such a question?
She didn't have to ask it herself.
Wouldn't it be weird?
Fortunately, Lin Feng wasn't the type to overthink things. He was taken aback by Tang Bingyao's question. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.
"Nope."
"If Steamed Bun is sick, he'll definitely be worried, right?"
Tang Bingyao: "Then why —"
Before he could finish, Lin Feng interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "But worrying about Steamed Bun doesn't have much to do with training. I'm worried about Steamed Bun, but training is still the most important thing. If he can't do that, then he's too weak."
Lin Feng's tone was very serious when he said this.
Tang Bingyao nodded, not really understanding. Although she understood this, she still couldn't help but feel that it was too difficult to do this.
If something were to happen to someone close to her, she would probably be in a mess and her soul would leave her body, wouldn't she?
Tang Bingyao watched as Lin Feng waved his hand and laughed, "I'm not going to let you go.
"And don't look down on Steamed Bun.
She's always been in good health.
She's never had anyone to worry about her. Hahahaha! "
Even though Lin Feng was making a solemn vow, in reality, there was one thing that even Lin Feng didn't realize.
Even if with his personality, he could focus on fighting for his life and not be affected by any external factors, but if this so-called "external factor" was related to his childhood sweetheart, Steamed Bun...
However, there were still exceptions to this kind of state where one's mind was completely focused.
[Book 1]
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