Han Shihao was brought to the young chief supervisor of his own club by the head coach.
Lin Feng followed Number Five to her and Number One's room.
Then, the two guides left first, leaving each other some space to be alone.
Park Canyeol looked at Han Shihao with his usual harmless and good-looking smile.
"You're not sleepy yet, are you?"
Number One looked at Lin Feng, raised his eyebrows, and went straight to the point.
"It's already the fourth day, right?"
Of course, he wasn't asking about how long the finals had been going on.
Lin Feng was stunned for a moment. He scratched his head and nodded honestly.
"Yes."
"Tonight is the fifth day."
Park Canlie nodded slightly and looked at the captain of his club's ace mid laner in front of him with great interest.
"Like I said, I won't interfere with your affairs. I won't ask about the specifics."
"But all in all, there are still a lot of reactions and opinions from below. Everyone in the club is worried … So, as the chief supervisor, I have to give them some reassurance."
Han Shihao frowned. "What are you trying to say?"
Number One looked Lin Feng up and down with a playful smile on his face until Lin Feng's scalp went numb. Only then did Number One speak in a leisurely tone.
"Nothing."
"Speaking of which, we haven't played for a long time, have we?"
Huh?
Lin Feng was dumbfounded again.
Pu Canyeol looked at Han Shihao and gave him a solution with the same smile on his face.
"The best way is to have a solo match with you. It's the most direct and intuitive way, but it's still too difficult for me."
"So, if you don't mind, let me have a solo match."
…
Hence, a solo battle and a solo battle began in two rooms on different floors of the hotel.
Two laptops were placed face to face.
Number One had a relaxed expression on his face.
"Let's play.
"How have you been fighting for the past few days? Bring it on!"
"It's been a while. Let me see how much you've improved."
Park Canlie took a notebook, pulled a chair, and sat behind Han Shihao. He leisurely crossed his legs and put the notebook on his lap. Then he looked up at Han Shihao and smiled.
"It's been a while, right?"
"Let's do the analysis and evaluation alone."
"The last time I did something like this was several years ago."
Han Shihao's expression was indifferent, and he still gave an answer.
"Four years."
Pu Canyeol nodded and seemed a little emotional. "Time flies so fast. My memory of those days is a little blurry, but when I think about it, it should be very fulfilling, right?"
However, all he got in return was a cold reply from Han Shihao.
"It's just that you don't want to be an analyst and coach anymore."
"I haven't done it for a few years. How much insight and ability do you have left?"
His tone was filled with undisguised mockery and provocation.
At the same time, in a room on another floor, Lin Feng rubbed his palms together and looked at Senior One, who was sitting across from him.
"Senior, I won't stand on ceremony then …"
Pu Canlie laughed.
"Don't worry, it's only been a few years. With just this bit of skill, I won't be rusty."
The corners of Number One's lips curled up.
"Brat —"
"If you don't give me anything that I'm satisfied with, you can just wait to suffer."
…
He finished his solo match.
Three solo battles.
None of the results seemed to be satisfactory.
Han Shihao's expression was still indifferent.
Someone was thick-skinned and didn't change his expression.
Pu Canyeol looked down at his notepad, which was already filled with a whole page of notes. Number One looked at the computer screen in front of him thoughtfully.
Then the latter two looked up.
"Continue."
"Again."
It was another solo match.
Another three solo matches.
The response was still the same. Continue.
After more than an hour, Pu Canyeol finally put away his notepad. Number One also let go of the mouse and keyboard in front of him.
Han Shihao looked up at the chief supervisor in front of him.
"Enough?"
The young chief supervisor pondered for a moment, then laughed.
"Enough."
Lin Feng looked at the senior sitting across from him.
"Senior, is that enough?"
Number One waved his hand casually as if he was shooing away a fly.
"Alright, let's go."
Han Shihao got up and pushed the door open. Someone walked to the door and carefully looked at his senior, then quietly closed the door and left.
In different rooms on the two floors of the hotel, the atmosphere was quiet.
After a while, Pu Canyeol flipped through his notepad again, as if carefully reading the analysis he had just written down a few pages. He took out his phone and dialed a number.
An indifferent and majestic voice came from the other end of the phone.
"How did it go?"
Pu Canyeol smiled. "Shihao played three solo matches for me."
"So, what do you think?"
Pu Canyeol paused slightly, then answered in a relaxed tone.
"Okay."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, the voice slowly came again.
"If you also think so, then let him continue."
Number One got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the room.
At some point, the door was gently pushed open again. Number Five walked in and looked at his fiancé in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"So, what's the result?"
Number One looked at the night view outside the window and said casually.
"Not bad."
Number Five smiled. "Yesterday, you seemed very confident when facing Number Two and Number Three. Now it seems that some people are not completely confident."
It was rare for him to make fun of his fiancé.
Number One turned his head to look at his beautiful fiancée and smiled.
"I still have to confirm it in person before I can be at ease.
"Now that it's like this … I think I'm confident.
"I'll let these two little guys play by themselves."
…
Late at night.
The lights in the training room on the sixth floor of the hotel lit up again.
It was just that compared to a few days ago, it was slightly later than before.
The two people who arrived at the training room one after the other looked at each other. There was still no more communication. No one planned to mention the reason for being late. They ended the conversation with a simple word.
"Open."
It was the fifth day of the group stage.
In the morning, the two matches in Group C kicked off the day's schedule.
Quick Water and MLG were finally up against each other.
After a thrilling battle, the game time was locked at the 35th minute. Team Rapid Water of the Blue Team was regrettably defeated, causing the Chinese players in the audience below the stage to sigh with regret.
As expected.
As the third seed in the LPL division, Quick Water's strength was still inferior to MLG, who was the first seed in the European division this year.
The second match ended with Thunderclap defeating the wild card.
Group D began.
The first match of the day was the confrontation between God and Fate.
Thirty-six minutes.
The match ended.
The entire stadium was in an uproar. Screams, whistles, and applause almost broke the ceiling of the stadium.
God- Hand of God defeated Fate.
Third victory in the group stage.
Three consecutive victories!
*****
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