Lin Feng learned from Huangxue Nightsong that No. 3 was currently coaching the other members of God in the training room. Lin Feng prepared to take Chen Ting to find him.
However, Chen Ting seemed a little nervous about coming to the headquarters of the strongest team in the LPL. After hesitating for a long time, he meekly asked if he could go to the bathroom first.
After pointing Chen Ting in the direction of the bathroom, Lin Feng and Huangxue Nightsong watched as Chen Ting hurried away.
Huangxue Nightsong glanced at Lin Feng and couldn't help but ask again.
"This guy … he's the top laner you found?"
Lin Feng nodded.
"What do you think? He's not bad, right?"
Huangxue Nightsong rolled his eyes. "How the hell would I know? I don't have X-ray vision. But he looks a little restrained. How's his skill?"
Lin Feng chuckled.
"You'll know soon enough."
Lin Feng's confident tone made Huangxue Nightsong glance at Lin Feng again.
"Pretty confident, huh?"
"Hey, you're going to show him to No. 3? Won't the pressure be too great right from the start? With Senior Number Three's standards … ordinary experts can't compare to him. "
That was the truth.
Even the members of God Gaming Club's second team and first team were subjected to Number Three's scolding and scolding every day, let alone ordinary experts. Every single one of them was an idol revered by the local players, but in the training room, they were all scolded and scolded without exception.
Lin Feng didn't mind.
"It's fine. I found him. He's really strong."
Huangxue Nightsong was skeptical. "How strong? How does he compare to our second team's top laner? "
It was not that he was looking down on them. Speaking of which, the players who were able to enter the second team of God Team were already extraordinarily strong. If they were placed in the middle or lower tier LPL teams, they might even be able to become the main force of the first team.
From Huangxue Nightsong's point of view, Chen Ting, who Lin Feng had brought with him, might be a decent expert on the side. He might even be at the level of a Master Raider, but in the end, he was still just a side. There was definitely a difference between him and a true pro player.
Lin Feng's mouth twitched.
"Second team?"
"You guys might not even be able to handle a top laner like that."
This made Huangxue Nightsong unhappy, "Are you bragging? That bro just now? Why don't you say that he can wrestle with Wolf and Old Tian? If world-class top-laners were so easy to find, wouldn't they be like cabbages on the side of the road? "
While the two were chatting, Chen Ting had already returned from the bathroom.
Seeing Chen Ting walk over, Lin Feng said one last thing to Wildsnow Nightsong.
"How about we take a gamble?"
Wildsnow Nightsong perked up, "Sure, a midnight snack!"
"Three meals."
Huangxue Nightsong was shocked, "Damn, you're that confident?"
Lin Feng patted Huangxue Yange on the shoulder. "I'll help you save some money, or I'll bet a hundred times."
Then, he turned his head to look at Chen Ting, who was already in front of him, and revealed a bright smile.
"Let's go to the training room!"
…
When the three of them walked into God's training room, it just so happened that God's second team and their substitutes had just finished a mock competition. They stood in front of Number Three with their faces covered in dirt as they were scolded.
"What the hell are you guys playing like?"
"The finals just ended, and you're really drained of energy?"
"You don't look like you're playing in a lane, and you don't look like a team fight. You guys have the nerve to call yourselves the best team in the LPL?"
"You even split the lanes."
"What the hell was the blue team's Blademaster doing? Your jungler worked so hard to give you an advantage in the early game, and you're invincible in the mid game. How did you end up like this? You're so hesitant! Do you believe me when I tell you that any old lady on the side of the road would be better than you? "
God's substitute player, who had been the blue team's top laner, was so ashamed that he looked like he wanted to find a hole to hide in.
But Number Three's anger wasn't over yet. He turned to the other God members and mercilessly scolded them.
Every single one of them couldn't even lift their heads.
Huangxue Nightsong, who had accompanied Lin Feng and Chen Ting into the training room, couldn't help but shrink his neck. His expression was one of relief.
"Good thing I didn't go this time …"
He then turned to Lin Feng with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.
"You're done for —"
"Senior Number Three's in a fit of anger. Looks like you're going to lose three midnight snacks."
Chen Ting was also slightly intimidated by the aura exuded by the man who looked to be in his early thirties. He subconsciously looked at Lin Feng, who was beside him, for help.
Lin Feng patted Chen Ting on the shoulder.
"It's fine, it's fine."
"Don't worry. You're much better than these guys —"
Chen Ting opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know how to respond. He was confident in his own abilities, but this was God Hand of God's clubhouse. Saying something like that in front of so many God players was a little too arrogant …
At that moment, Number Three turned around and saw Lin Feng. His expression was still unfriendly.
"What are you doing here?"
Lin Feng hurriedly smiled apologetically.
"Senior, I brought someone for you to take a look at —"
Number Three waved his hand impatiently like he was swatting a fly. "What kind of person are you bringing here? Do you think I'm working for free? I'm not looking! "
Lin Feng dragged Chen Ting in front of him.
"Just take a look and help me check it out. This is my new top player."
Huh?
Number Three paused for a moment. His gaze finally landed on Chen Ting. He squinted his eyes and sized Chen Ting up.
Chen Ting felt as if he was being seen through by Number Three. He forced a smile on his face and was about to speak when Number Three interrupted him.
"Do you know how to play Swordmistress?"
Chen Ting was stunned, but Lin Feng had already rushed to help.
"Yes, yes, yes. Swordmistress is very strong!"
Number Three nodded in a noncommittal manner and casually gave an order.
"Then you're up this round.
Show these guys how to play a real Swordmistress. "
Chen Ting was stunned.
"Huh?"
… …
A certain someone forcefully pressed Chen Ting down in front of a computer in the training room without giving him a chance to explain.
"Sit, sit."
"Do your best this round. Whether or not you can catch Senior Number Three's eye will depend on this."
Chen Ting's head was still spinning as he listened to Number Three's advice.
"I … I'm going to play now?"
The past hour felt like a dream to him. An hour ago, he was still in his home's 72 ° internet cafe. An hour later, he was sitting in the training room of the strongest team in the country.
The other members of Team God returned to their seats. They obediently listened to Number Three's instructions and prepared for a new round of team training.
The substitute Swordmistress who had just been scolded by Number Three sat in front of Chen Ting. He would be playing against Chen Ting in the top lane.
Barren Snow Nightsong pulled his substitute over, lowered his voice, and whispered, "Go.
"Hey, don't get careless.
Show some real skill this round. Don't let an outsider take you down, got it? "
The substitute also nodded vigorously, and a determined look appeared on his face.
"Don't worry, Brother Nightsong. I'll do my best!"
Morning Star walked over and glanced at his old friend. He was puzzled.
"Why are you so focused all of a sudden?"
Huangxue Nightsong curled his lips. "How can I not be? This is related to three midnight snacks …"
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