Chapter 3439
Words:1842Update:22/12/07 17:09:56
For the professional players of the LPL, the first thing they had to cultivate was their psychological quality and ability to withstand pressure.
They had to learn to block out the negative messages and get used to the malicious mockery on the internet.
A truly mature player had seen and experienced all kinds of storms and waves. They could see many things as if they were nothing. As long as they focused on their own training and competition, they would be fine.
Therefore, they didn't really care about the so-called haters and haters. They wouldn't really take it to heart.
Because they knew that those people were just haters for the sake of haters and haters.
Bickering with such a person was just a waste of his time.
But …
True fans were different.
If given a choice, the professional players of the national server would rather accept the endless ridicule and abuse from the online trolls than face the disappointed gazes of true fans.
Because those were the people who truly supported you. They accompanied you all the way, shared your joys and sorrows, and were always full of expectations and hope for you.
But you let them down time and time again.
Even —
Unable to give a firm promise, unable to firmly and confidently tell them when they could see the dawn of victory.
That was the most unbearable.
Coming out of the airport, the members of the God club boarded the bus again with Lin Feng and the others, heading back to the club's training base.
Along the way, the atmosphere in the bus was quiet.
No one spoke.
When they arrived at the God club's training base, everyone got off the bus and walked into the base hall. They sat in twos and threes on the sofa and carpet in the living room, quietly playing with their phones with their heads down. They had no desire to chat.
The club's chief, Team Leader Zhang, walked over and looked at his team members.
He smiled and said, "It's been hard on you all.
Let's take a break in the morning. We'll start the official review meeting in the afternoon. "
What he got in return was only a scattered response.
Most of the team members were still flipping through their phones, looking at something. Those with sharp eyes could see the screen of these team members' phones. They could vaguely see that it seemed to be the post posted by the passerby OP.
Team Leader Zhang and the coaches of his own coaching team looked at each other with a helpless look on their faces.
It was the same logic —
With the haters and haters, the club could come forward and resolutely deal with them, preventing their own players from being affected by the malicious internet.
But the club couldn't interfere with the true fans. They could only leave it to the players to face.
…
The atmosphere in the living room was still quiet.
None of the members of Team God had any intention of returning to their rooms to rest. They just sat there silently with their heads lowered.
Ceng Rui frowned and looked worried.
Li Shiyi looked at Lin Feng but Lin Feng just shook his head.
In this kind of situation, a few comforting words from him wouldn't have any effect. This kind of thing wasn't something he was good at. If he knew how to deal with it, then the things that happened in the S1 season would not have happened.
Creak.
The door outside the living room opened.
Number Three walked in.
The members of God who were sitting in the living room finally reacted and stood up one after another.
"Senior —"
"Senior number three."
Number Three grunted in acknowledgement. He stood in front of the living room and looked at the clearly depressed members of God. He quickly guessed the situation and raised his eyebrows.
"You're wilting again?"
The members of God looked at each other and shook their heads.
"No …"
"Coach told us to rest. We'll start reviewing in the afternoon —"
But this answer didn't seem to satisfy Number Three. "Rest? If you want to rest, then go back to your rooms and sleep. Adjust to the jet lag and your mental state. Why are you guys sitting in the living room half dead? "
One of the God members mustered up his courage and explained in a low voice.
"I can't sleep right now."
Number Three looked at the member and then around the living room. His gaze swept across the phones in the hands of the God members.
"Oh, just one or two posts and you guys are in this state?"
"So what your senior number one said before was for nothing?"
Another member of God's second team spoke up to argue.
"No."
"I don't care about those trolls, but there are many more comments from real fans … It makes my heart ache."
Many of the other members couldn't help but nod in agreement. They were thinking the same thing.
Number Three sneered, "Oh, so the trolls and trolls didn't beat you guys down, but the real fans did?"
The God members opened their mouths but couldn't find any words to refute.
Number Three didn't plan to give the God members a chance to refute. His gaze swept across the faces in front of him.
"I'm not like your senior number one. I can't talk so much and I don't want to waste my breath."
"That's why I'll say it once and only once."
"You all know what's going to happen in the new season next year. You all know how tight time is. Right now, all of you are disappointed, confused, and depressed. Every minute that passes is a minute that's wasted."
"This year's finals are a foregone conclusion. Those who are disappointed are already disappointed. Some people say that you are sinners, so you might as well take it seriously. Treat every battle in the new season next year as a battle to atone for your sins."
"Know your place and understand what you have to do."
"You can't lose a single match in the LPL next year. With your current condition … how many matches do you think you can win?"
Number Three spoke very quickly.
His tone was sharp and merciless.
After he finished speaking, he didn't even give the God members any time to react before he decisively concluded:
"Alright, that's it."
"If you can't sleep, then don't. Don't wait for the afternoon. Let's review the match now!"
He ignored the crowd in front of him and strode toward the conference room in God's base.
Leaving the God members looking at each other, Morning Star took a deep breath, got up, and quickly followed No.3's back. Wildsnow Nightsong gritted his teeth and looked at the other members of his team.
"What are you guys waiting for? Let's go!"
Thus, a group of people hurriedly followed. At this time, the previous gloomy and heavy atmosphere was swept away.
Ceng Rui looked at Number Three's back and couldn't help but sigh.
"As expected of Senior Number Three …"
Li Shiyi nodded. "A completely different style from Senior Number One, but … it's just as effective."
Tang Bingyao looked at Lin Feng.
"Are you staying here, Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng thought for a moment before shaking his head. "It doesn't matter if I participate or not. I'll go next door."
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