After Tang Bingyao brought it up, Lin Feng finally understood.
Two days ago, when they were still in England, they had talked about it. This time, although Tang Tang had followed everyone back to China, the top legend from the previous generation in Europe had also told the girl that he would come to Shanghai later to continue teaching and training the girl.
His Excellency Bullet was indeed very attentive to his new disciple, this girl.
This was a good thing for Lin Feng as well as for the team he was going to create.
Now that he thought about it, even though the team hadn't been fully formed yet, the team's "mentors" were already quite impressive.
Tang Bingyao had Bullet to teach her.
Ceng Rui also received pointers from No.1 and No.5.
Needless to say, Li Shiyi, who played as a jungler, mingled with the players of the three LPL teams all day long. Putting aside his seniors, just the coaches and analysts of the three clubs could give him a lot of help in recovering his strength.
Now that they had found Chen Ting to be the top laner, and No.3 was in charge of Li Shiyi's training …
There was probably no club in the world that had such a terrifying lineup of teachers.
So …
Their future was bright.
Lin Feng didn't doubt that as long as his team was given enough time, they could even surpass the old team from Season S1.
The only problem was that they didn't have enough time.
They only had one and a half months.
The scenery outside the car window flashed by. Lin Feng sat in the back of the car and subconsciously rubbed his temples.
He had been doing this a lot lately.
There were too many things for him to worry about, and he needed to think of a solution as soon as possible.
… …
From last night until now, an entire day had passed.
It had already been a day since Lin Feng received the message from Number One. Tonight, he once again received a similar reminder from Number Three.
However, he didn't ask the seniors about the exact situation. He didn't ask them what they meant by "one and a half months" or "what would happen in one and a half months".
He only knew one thing.
Since the seniors had given him such a reminder, it meant that he needed to make sufficient preparations in the remaining one and a half months.
What did it mean to be "sufficient"?
This was also a very vague concept.
Lin Feng believed that the bottom line was that he had to at least pull together a team that could stand firm in the LPL. Just this bottom line alone was actually quite a difficult goal.
Although the three top teams in this year's LPL had been defeated in the finals, there were still many strong players in the LPL region.
Not only KG, Quick Water, and God, but also Mingguang, Dust- Dust, and other teams, as well as Seven Leaves, who had just been promoted from the LSPL and were about to enter the LPL —
None of them were weak.
It was almost impossible for an ordinary person to gain a foothold in the LPL as a newcomer.
Especially under such a tight schedule.
There were too many things that a new team needed to do. Whether it was the familiarity of the new team members with the professional arena, or the mutual understanding between the team members, or the tailor-made design of various tactical systems for the team, or the understanding and grasp of the information of the other team's opponents …
Lin Feng couldn't help but rub his temples again.
Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
Because he couldn't let Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui, Eleven, or Chen Ting deal with these problems. The first task of his teammates was to seize the time to improve themselves, so he had to be responsible for all the work.
And if he couldn't make sufficient and thorough preparations in a short period of time, then there was still one way to go if he wanted to forcibly improve the overall combat strength of his team —
That was if he, as the core mid player, could be strong enough to forcefully lead the team to a bloody path.
He still needed to become stronger.
He couldn't stop being satisfied with his current strength.
He had to improve.
But then again, he had basically recovered to his peak state in the past. If he wanted to go further, he had actually encountered a bottleneck. It was also an extremely difficult test.
Lin Feng glanced at his phone from the corner of his eyes and paused slightly.
Subconsciously, he wanted to send a message to his childhood sweetheart on the other side of the ocean, asking her to help him think of a way, or at least comfort him with a few words of encouragement.
But then he shook his head and dispelled the idea.
They had agreed.
Half a year was limited to the LPL.
He would solve his own problems by himself.
… …
That night, when Lin Feng returned to school, his roommates were still awake. As usual, they were squatting in front of their laptops and playing ranked. When they saw a certain someone come back, they hurriedly called out to him and asked him to join them.
Lin Feng didn't refuse. He played two rounds with Qiu Le, sending him to the rank-advancement match. Then he helped Feng Tao settle the final match of the rank-advancement match.
As his roommates thanked him profusely, a certain someone looked at Shen Zhuang.
"What about you, Old Shen?"
Shen Zhuang was a little shy.
"I don't have any rank-advancement matches to play, but …"
Then he pushed his laptop in front of Lin Feng and humbly asked, "What's wrong with you?
"Lin Feng, can you help me play a few rounds with this friend of mine?"
"I'm not good enough, so I don't want to embarrass myself …"
Lin Feng curiously glanced at the screen on the laptop and saw that it was a pre-created ranked room. Apart from Shen Zhuang's summoner account, there was also a teammate with the ID "Kitty Grass" …
Qiu Le leaned over and explained with a smirk.
"Old Shen hooked up with a girl from the foreign language department next door. She happens to be a LOL player too. The two of them are dating and playing online all day long."
Lin Feng suddenly understood.
So it was a matter of his roommate's life. Of course he wouldn't refuse.
He decisively took over the account and won two rounds in a row. The chat window popped up with praise from the girl "Kitty Grass."
"Shen Zhuang, you're amazing!"
"I thought you were only at the Platinum rank … Thanks, I'll treat you to supper tomorrow!"
He won.
Shen Zhuang excitedly typed on the laptop keyboard to reply to the girl. Even when the friend's profile picture went dark, he still looked at the chat over and over again with a face full of happiness.
When he turned his head, he saw Lin Feng, Feng Tao, and Qiu Le staring at him.
Shen Zhuang subconsciously shrank his neck.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Tao sneered. "What's wrong? Lin Feng, tell me! "
Lin Feng rubbed his chin and looked at Shen Zhuang thoughtfully.
"Hmm … supper?"
That night, at the supper stall outside the school's east gate, the three from dorm 514 made a killing off Shen Zhuang.
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