Wu Tian and the others put forward the suggestion cautiously. In fact, they did have a little bit of hope.
After all, according to the rules of the regional qualifier announced online, every team that registered for the competition would have five main team members and two substitutes. Right now, there were exactly five of them. If Mu Qiu was willing, even if he was just a substitute, he could at least help them cover the bottom line when he registered for the competition.
Because if they could really convince Mu Qiu, or if Mu Qiu changed his mind at the last minute, he would be registered as a substitute and could be substituted in the match at any time.
But if they didn't register in advance, even if they wanted to take turns, the rules of the competition would not give them this opportunity.
However, Mu Qiu's words completely shattered the hope of the people in the box.
It was still the same unhesitant refusal.
There was no room for discussion.
So Xia Ziyou and the others could only look at each other and shake their heads in frustration.
In this case …
It seemed that they could only rely on themselves in the regional preliminaries in more than a month.
Mu Qiu walked out of the box and went back to the front desk to continue his work as a network manager. Wu Tian, Zhu Ming and others in the box couldn't help sighing.
"Alas —"
"Why is Brother Mu so stubborn?"
"I'll just be a substitute member first … It's not like I'll lose a piece of meat."
Sun Zheng shook his head.
"Forget it. If the coach doesn't want to, don't force him."
"Let's work harder. We may have a chance in the regional preliminaries."
Zhu Ming scratched his head and said, "That's the reason … But there must be a lot of strong people at that time. If we can have a great master like Brother Mu in the rear, it will be like an extra insurance. It may not be used, but at least we will have more confidence."
Zhou Yang nodded in agreement. Wu Tian seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes lit up.
"Hey, do you think —"
"Is it reliable to invite the guy outside in?"
Zhu Ming and Zhou Yang were also stunned for a moment and then reacted. "Yes! That guy is also a great master! "" His strength is not worse than Brother Mu's … "
Before the three of them began to discuss the possibility with great interest, Xia Ziyou, who was next to them, had already knocked them on the head.
"What are you thinking?"
"Let's not talk about whether he will agree or not. If you really invite him in, believe it or not, Mu Qiu will fly into a rage on the spot."
His words hit the nail on the head.
Thus, Zhu Ming, Zhou Yang, and Wu Tian subconsciously thought of Mu Qiu's expression when he flipped out, and they instantly kept quiet out of fear, not daring to bring up such a suicidal method again …
…
In the lobby of Le Cheng Internet Cafe.
At the corner of the corridor, Lin Feng sat in front of a computer, minding his own business.
It was as if he himself had forgotten why he had come to Xia City this time. He was completely focused on his solo matches, fighting one match after another, easily winning points in a row like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
Although he had not been in Shanghai for the past few days and did not train with his teammates in the new team, at his current level of strength, he would not drop much as long as he maintained the number of matches he should be able to play every day.
The passers-by high-end games in the national server, Denichi, could basically achieve CA...
Y's.
After finishing another match, Lin Feng was about to start another match, but as soon as he entered the queue, a chat window popped up.
Lin Feng glanced at it.
It was Nian Thirteen.
Speaking of which, it had been a while since the end of this season's finals.
At this moment, a chat window popped up, and Nian Thirteen immediately sent a long string of messages.
"Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there?
Lin Feng smiled and typed, "Yes.
"What?"
Nian Thirteen: "The LPL has made a big move this time! It's obvious that they're paving the way for you! "
Indeed, some things may only be seen on the surface for most ordinary players, but people like Nian Thirteen could easily guess the truth from the surface.
Lin Feng typed.
"It's not that exaggerated."
Even across the internet, Nian Thirteen could guess that on the other end of the chat window, Nian Thirteen was rolling his eyes.
"Come on, aren't these changes and additions tailor-made for you? From the regional qualifiers to the LSPL, then to the LPL, and finally to the S League. This is a f * cking ladder to the top. Apart from you, who else is qualified to reach it in one go? "
Lin Feng shook his head and continued typing.
"There are also experts among the passers-by. It won't be that easy for us to clear a path."
Nian Thirteen: "'We'? See, see, I knew it! You've already formed your team! Tsk tsk, looks like we assassins have to be prepared. If we meet you later, we'll have to trick you! "
Lin Feng smiled when he saw this.
"Sure."
"See you on the field."
This topic was passed over in a few sentences. On the other end of the chat window, Nian Thirteen asked curiously.
"So you've been training recently? That regional qualifier is going to start in a month, right? Where did you guys train? With KG, God, and the others? "
Lin Feng typed, "Yes, but I won't be around for the next two days."
Nian Thirteen was puzzled. "Huh? Then where are you? "
"Xia City."
"What are you doing in Xia City?"
"Looking for someone."
"Looking for someone? Who else do you know in Xia City to look for? There's only a month left, you should hurry up and familiarize yourself with the new team — "
After this last sentence, the other end of the chat window suddenly fell silent for three seconds.
Then, Nian Thirteen hurriedly sent another message.
"F * ck!? Don't tell me you're looking for 'him'!? "
A series of question marks and exclamation marks.
Lin Feng: "Yes."
What followed was a series of exclamation marks in the chat window. Apparently, Nian Thirteen was already gasping in astonishment.
"F * ck, f * ck, f * ck!!! Don't tell me you can pull him back into the team? "
Lin Feng shook his head and typed, "No."
"Huh? Then what are you going to do? "
Looking at the message, Lin Feng was silent for a moment before typing back.
"I just want to talk to him."
…
Another afternoon passed.
It was eight or nine at night. Lin Feng, who had finished another day of surfing the net, paid the bill, logged off, and left.
He walked to the night snack stall outside the internet cafe, greeted the owner, and ordered a few skewers of barbecue and two cans of beer. He sat down and quietly ate and drank.
He paid the bill and politely said goodbye.
He flagged down a taxi and drove away.
Not long after, Mu Qiu arrived at the night snack stall. He also ordered a few skewers of barbecue and beer, and sat in the seat that a certain someone had vacated.
Again, he ate in silence.
The owner walked over and put down the two cans of beer. He looked at Mu Qiu and couldn't help but sigh.
"Really?"
Mu Qiu was silent for a moment.
His gaze was slightly complicated for a moment, but it eventually turned cold.
"Really."
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