It was incredibly difficult for a League of Legends player to go from an ordinary player to a professional player.
By the same logic, if a team made up of random experts wanted to transform into a truly qualified and mature professional team, they would also need to go through countless hardships and hardships.
Lin Feng's team of five had to face both of these challenges at the same time, and they were given an extremely short time limit to complete them.
This caused the difficulty of the task to increase exponentially.
Therefore, for the entire afternoon in the training room of God Club, even though every member of the new team, including Lin Feng, had been working extremely hard, the training room was still filled with Number Three's dissatisfied scolding and scolding.
"Focus! Focus! "
"Haven't you figured out the mistake you made in the last round?"
"What did I say earlier? Pick a strong lineup and plan ahead. Jungler, go help along the way. Don't hesitate. Eleven, what are you doing wandering around the jungle? Shopping?"
"The top lane is split up in the mid game. Are you brainless enough to carry him to the death? Can't you see the minimap? Can't you see the enemy outflanking you? Do you really think this is a normal player's game? "
"The enemy jungler is dead set on the mid lane. Can't you be a bit more aggressive when there's no pressure on the bottom lane? When are you going to push them again? "
"Mid lane … hmm, it's not too bad. Next, don't use a strong mid like Enchantress. Switch back to Victor. Give yourself some practice."
Their foreheads were beaded with sweat.
He racked his brain to absorb the various instructions and lessons given by Number Three while making adjustments to adapt to the situation.
There was no time to rest. In the time it took to take a sip of water, the next round of training would begin.
The God players in the training room had it easy. They could take turns to play and rest. Lin Feng's team, on the other hand, had to fight from start to finish. They had to endure all sorts of trials and tribulations.
Their attitude was incomparably hard working.
But even so, 3's disdain didn't stop. He was sharp and unkind as he pointed out their flaws one by one.
The God players couldn't help but feel sympathy for Lin Feng's team.
This level of intensity was more than enough for veteran players like them.
As a newcomer, he had to bear this kind of pressure … it was really a little too miserable.
However, not long after this thought appeared in their minds, a few of the God team members were rudely knocked on the head by their coach.
"Miserable? Miserable?"
"Don't just sit here, it's your turn soon."
"All of you, be more careful. Do you really think I'm suffering? After a while, when you get beaten up by them until you cry for your parents, you will regret it! "
As they chastised their own team members and chased them back onto the field, the God Club coaches looked at each other. When they looked at Lin Feng's group of five sitting in front of the computer, their gazes became a little more complicated and solemn.
Wildsnow Nightsong and Daybreak Morning Star were swapped out.
The two core aces of the God Club sat together. Huangxue Nightsong drank some water and looked at the training field that was about to start. He asked his old friend beside him,
"What do you think?"
Morning Star thought for a moment, then slowly said,
"They're improving very quickly."
As if he had already expected such an answer, Huangxue Nightsong nodded and looked at Chen Ting, Ceng Rui, and the others sitting in front of the computer.
"They're really fast …"
"How many rounds has it been? I'm starting to feel the pressure of sparring with them. "
Morning Star hummed in acknowledgment.
"High talent, strong comprehension, guidance from Senior Number Three, and us helping to train. It's hard not to improve quickly."
Huangxue Nightsong took a light breath, his eyelids twitching.
"It hasn't even been half a day."
"If we give them half a month, a month, and a little more time, I really don't know how their team will turn out."
From his tone, one could vaguely hear the fear of the ace ADC of the God Team.
Morning Star smiled.
"But it's a good thing, isn't it?"
Huangxue Nightsong looked at his old friend. "Who do you think it's for? Our team or the LPL? "
Morning Star answered without hesitation, "Both."
"That's right." Huangxue Nightsong nodded solemnly. Then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Morning Star. "By the way, how do you feel about your opponent in the middle lane?"
There was a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Speaking of which, this was the first time Morning Star and someone had fought head-to-head since the end of the finals.
Compared to before the finals, everything had changed.
After all —
The current Morning Star had broken through the bottleneck of the Four Emperors and crossed the threshold that countless top professional mid laners could only dream of.
Before the finals, Morning Star was slightly inferior to Lin Feng in terms of overall strength, but now, the situation could not be mentioned in the same breath.
One was once the strongest mid laner in the national server, and the other was now the strongest mid laner in the national server.
When these two people stood at their peak at the same time, even Huangxue Nightsong was curious about who was stronger and who was weaker, and who was slightly better.
Hearing his old friend's question, Morning Star paused for a moment and shook his head.
"It's hard to say."
"More or less, but he and I have our own strengths, so there's no way to directly compare us."
At this point, Morning Star paused again, thought for a moment, and then added:
"His style is very similar to F's."
Huangxue Nightsong's eyes lit up. "Oh, so, compared to F?"
In the training match just now, someone had also used Crafty Enchantress. As the opponent who had fought against Han Shihao's Lefran in the finals, Morning Star had the absolute right to speak on this issue.
Morning Star shook his head.
"Almost."
"The current F … no one can compare to him."
There was a hint of emotion in his tone.
Huangxue Nightsong nodded in agreement.
"That's true, but … this guy is the only one who was once on equal footing with F."
Morning Star hummed in acknowledgment and looked at a certain someone sitting in front of a computer.
"I hope … it's not just 'once'."
…
It was evening.
After half a day of afternoon training, Lin Feng and the others stayed at God's base to enjoy dinner with the other members of God.
After dinner, Number Three showed mercy and gave everyone around half an hour of rest time, which was rare for him.
The members of God immediately cheered and rushed to the living room to throw themselves on the soft and comfortable sofas. One by one, they sank into the sofas and let out satisfied sighs.
Chen Ting, Tang Bingyao, Li Shiyi, and Ceng Rui gathered together and seriously discussed the problems they encountered in the afternoon training match.
Morning Star got up and looked at Lin Feng sitting across the table.
"Want to go for a walk to digest the food?"
Lin Feng didn't deny it.
"Okay."
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