Chen Ting wasn't a careless person.
After following Lin Feng to Club God's base, although he was nervous and cramped, he quickly began to carefully observe everyone in the base.
Naturally, this also included the individual ability of each player.
After two practice matches, he would be able to get a very direct and specific assessment in this regard.
It was indeed worthy of being called God- Hand of God, the number one team in the LPL. Even the second team and substitute players in the club had strong individual ability and team execution. The intensity and quality of the practice matches far exceeded that of ordinary casual king's games.
Needless to say, the main players of the first team, especially Morning Star Barren Snow Nightsong, really gave him a great sense of pressure. Morning Star Barren Snow Nightsong's strength in a simple match was enough to make him sigh in admiration of his own inferiority.
In addition, during the break between the two practice matches, he also paid attention to the discussion of several God coaches in the training room, as well as the analysis and advice given to the other players. There was no doubt that they were incomparably professional and to the point.
It was still the same sentence: God- Hand of God, from the players to the coaches, they were all top-notch.
The only thing that Chen Ting couldn't figure out was the man that everyone in the training room respectfully called "Senior Number Three."
He even seemed a bit frivolous and casual.
He didn't look like a leader.
He didn't look like a coach either.
As for a player …
That was even more wrong. He looked to be in his early thirties, and there wasn't such an old active professional player in the entire professional esports circle.
But this person seemed to have an absolute position in the training room. Everyone was in awe of him. Even if they were scolded and lectured in all kinds of ways, they didn't feel the slightest bit unconvinced and obediently listened to the instructions.
(Maybe he's a big shot in the club?)
This was the guess that Chen Ting secretly made in his heart.
It was also because of this that when Lin Feng was ready to help him "become a teacher" without any explanation, he couldn't help but raise his own opinion, expressing a slightly euphemistic attitude of doubt.
After all, he was also a top level player in the national server.
Even if he encountered active professional players, he could face them head-on and not be at a disadvantage.
Casually handing himself over to a guy of unknown origin, especially when he didn't know the other party's level at all, wouldn't make him feel at ease and convinced.
Chen Ting's words just now were a tactful reminder, hoping that Lin Feng would tell him more about Senior Number Three. However, he didn't expect that … ….
Without waiting for someone to explain, Senior Number Three made his own decision.
Furthermore …
He actually wanted to have a 1v1 solo with him.
…
Even though Chen Ting had yet to figure out the background of this' Senior Number Three 'in front of him, based on his judgment and guesses, he still believed that Senior Number Three should be some sort of coach or leader.
They could give pointers, analyze, comment, and even give all kinds of criticism.
But he was definitely not the type who would personally use the keyboard to practice.
Of course, Chen Ting also knew that anyone who could become a coach or analyst would definitely have a unique understanding of the game. Their individual gaming skills should not be too low.
The highest judgment he could give to Senior Number Three should be from Diamond to Master.
After all, a Challenger over the age of 30 was a bit of an exaggeration.
Even if it was a Challenger, Chen Ting still had plenty of confidence in himself. It wasn't the first time he'd swept through the top players in the Challenger group.
So when he sat down in front of the computer, he wondered if he should go easy on Senior Number Three in the solo. He couldn't let a senior lose too much face …
In the end …
Four minutes later.
Chen Ting stared blankly at the black-and-white screen, unable to react. He couldn't believe what had happened in the last four minutes.
I lost.
I still used the Swordmistress, but Lin Feng used another hero he was incomparably familiar with, Rui Wen.
Four minutes of soloing.
One wave of attacks.
Lin Feng's movements were so fast that he couldn't react in time. His Swordmistress' health bar had already been emptied to zero.
He hadn't lost so thoroughly even in his afternoon solo against Lin Feng.
Not even in his entire career in League of Legends had he suffered a defeat like this.
Chen Ting took a deep breath, the flames of defiance burning in his eyes.
"Again!"
Three and a half minutes later, the second solo match was over.
Chen Ting stared at the black-and-white screen in front of him, dumbstruck.
Barren Snow Nightsong and the other members of God who were watching from the sidelines could no longer bear to watch. Morning Star looked at No.3 with a sincere expression of admiration and respect, while a certain someone walked up to his senior and whispered, "That's right.
"Senior, take it easy …"
Number Three ignored a certain someone's advice and looked at Chen Ting. There was a hint of a smile on his face, but it was not a smile.
"Again?"
And so the third match began.
The third match ended.
The fourth match began …
After five solo matches, Chen Ting's record against Number Three was five losses and zero wins.
A complete loss.
There wasn't even the slightest bit of suspense from start to finish.
At this moment, everyone in the training room was no longer looking at Chen Ting with gloating eyes. There was only deep sympathy in their eyes. He was too young and didn't know how terrifying Senior Number Three was. He had smashed his head against an iron plate five times. Wouldn't he be badly injured now?
But a few of the club's top laners looked at Chen Ting with admiration. They knew that if they were in his place, they would've lost even more miserably.
These five matches … Chen Ting had played very well.
"Number Three is too strong …" Barren Snow Nightsong sighed.
Huangxue Nightsong sighed, then glanced at Lin Feng and nudged him with his elbow.
"Hey, your new teammate can handle it, right? Don't let him lose his mind … "
Lin Feng said nonchalantly, "It's fine. Don't worry."
Number Three, who was sitting in front of the computer, raised his head calmly and looked at Chen Ting opposite him.
"How is it?"
Chen Ting fell silent. He suddenly stood up from his seat, causing everyone in the training room to look at him worriedly.
The next moment.
Chen Ting faced Number Three and bowed to everyone's surprise.
"Master!"
When he raised his head again, Chen Ting's face was filled with sincerity. "Please guide me in the future!"
Huh?
Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to react.
Number Three couldn't help but laugh. "Damn, you and Lin Feng should be in the same team. You're just as shameless."
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