Glory

Yuan Ze shook his hand and the phone fell in a straight line.

Gary's eyes are quick and handy, and he caught it. The old G who knows a little Chinese swept away: "Close! He really came to North America? Where, how about his arm, can he move, can he be solo, can he ..."

Yuan Ze grabbed the phone: "Shut up!"

Gary grieved Baba: "I didn't expect me to be shut down by an injured Close hammer. It's hard to imagine how strong he is in a complete victory."

Yuan Ze: "..."

In fact, Motoze was also quite curious. Close was very strong during FTW, but it was a little immature. Especially in terms of cooperation, he was completely losing points.

FTW is disbanded, Close is even deeper in the quagmire, and how true its true strength is is never shown.

The singles are winning consecutive championships, but the true god-level players are never lone wolves.

Yuanze was led by Gary and forgot to return to Lu Feng.

Looking at this message again, he had a toothache and typed: "Who want to see, FTW or...Q..."

He was so reserved that he didn't finish the fight, and he always felt that his teeth hurt even more after the fight.

Lu Feng: "Good night."

Yuan Ze: "..."

Gary is still arguing: "What, do Close come out? Do we want to eat Chinese food, how about hot pot, I love hot pot, please Close to have a hot pot, can you get a Solo..."

Yuan Ze drew a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it on his mouth.

Old G was very happy: "You are so unique in quitting smoking. You don't smoke for others."

Yuan Ze can't wait to give him a kick: "Go away!"

Gary slipped away, and the smoker smelled the smoke is like adding fuel to the fire, he understands.

Yuan Ze stared at these pieces of news, looking up and down, left and right, the more he looked...

Fuck!

I can't hide it anymore. If you look at it in context, there are problems!

Yuan Ze made an overseas phone call to Kim Sung Hyun.

Kim Sung-hyun glanced at his watch: "Are you up at three?"

Yuan Ze bluntly said: "There is a big deal!"

Kim Sung Hyun changed Chinese: "How."

Yuan Ze avoided the people, took a deep breath and said, "I suspect that Little Close is..."

Kim Sung Hyun: "What is it?"

Yuan Ze couldn't say it.

Kim Sung-hyun asked him back, "Close went to you?"

Yuan Ze: "Just arrived yesterday."

Kim Sung Hyun: "How about his shoulder?"

Yuan Ze: "You can't see it."

Kim Sung-hyun was quite puzzled: "He is only 21, and he is an old cadre on weekdays. Why is it so serious?"

This is also something Yuanze couldn't figure out.

Lu Feng became famous early, but he was not too early to enter the industry. He played in 16 or 7 matches, and some of them were in the league.

Regardless of Lu Feng's twenty-first, it seems that he has been fighting for four or five years, and it is normal to have an occupational disease, but this is only the time of the announcement, and certainly not the time of the illness.

As professional players, they all understand.

Strain is chronic, and it takes one or two years from symptom to treatment.

According to this progress, Lu Feng may have symptoms on his eighteenth or nineteenth, which is really too early.

Fans only saw Close's injuries, and only saw him go to North America for treatment, but they never thought that if they could bear it, as Lu Feng's current identity, he would leave the club and come to Country M.

The hidden dangers he left with this trip are immeasurable.

If the shoulder of Close wasn't serious enough, he wouldn't dare to take such a risk.

Neither Kim Sung Hyun nor Won Taek said clearly.

But both of them have doubts in their hearts-is the shoulder of Close really strained?

Have you suffered a job loss after only a year or two?

It's impossible to think about it.

What's going on?

What happened to Close in the year before FTW was dissolved.

Thinking of this, Yuan Ze felt very uncomfortable.

Kim Sung Hyun's voice also faded: "I will have a game soon, so I'm hanging up."

Yuan Ze: "Yeah."

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Ze held the phone and chatted for a while, then caught a glimpse of the message dialog.

Yuan Ze: "..."

Forget about it!

Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't confuse yourself with sexual orientation.

After closing the conversation with Yuanze, Lu Feng used a screencast and leaned on the bed to watch the live broadcast.

The FTW five people came on stage. The camera was swept backwards from the time the order was placed. When it came to Wei Xiao, the camera stayed for a longer time.

In the picture, the teenager is wearing a black FTW uniform with a zipper hanging loosely on his chest. The white shirt inside has a slightly larger neckline, with a clavicle faintly exposed. Along the beautiful arc, upward is a slender neck and a thin jaw. Handsome facial features, and black eyes full of lights.

When Wei Xiao is not smiling, his drooping eyelids will be a little cold, and his lips will appear thin. After the light falls on the camera, his arrogant appearance is exchanged for countless screams of fans.

When Lu Feng heard it, his black eyes looked at him without blinking.

Wei Xiao is very beautiful, standing on the brilliant stage, especially beautiful.

The game started without much nonsense.

Under normal circumstances, this is a game without much suspense.

FTW is against LH, it is impossible to lose no matter how you look at it.

But because of Lu Feng's departure, everything was marked with a question mark.

Can FTW stand up without the Devil?

Can the new jungler Quiet afford it?

Does this team that lost its captain still have a soul?

Whether it is a fan or a sunspot, even passersby are curious.

This game is not a boring game in which a strong team crushes a weak team, but a beginning, one proof, a new curtain slowly opened!

This is exactly what Chenfeng is worried about.

A game that will basically win as long as Close, if now FTW loses...

What a blow to the first five people, worrying fans, and countless supporters.

However, every game has countless possibilities.

Player status, BP lineup, or even a lighthearted in the canyon, may all lose.

There is no winning game, there are only endless surprises.

This is competition.

Chenfeng is not a person who is afraid of losing, but he is very afraid this time.

Afraid of FTW mistakes, fear of FTW loss, fear that if you do not go well, everyone will push you down.

At the moment of leaving from Close, FTW stood on a wire rope across the cliff.

Going over is not necessarily a smooth journey; once you fall, there is only an abyss.

With such pressure, Chenfeng was very nervous.

Tomson noticed, but he wouldn't persuade people, scratching his hair and didn't know what to say.

Chenfeng tried his best not to let his emotions infect the players. After all, from the current state, the four little ones were all fine.

Wei Xiao glanced at him as he adjusted the headset.

Chenfeng: "..."

BP started, LH banned first, they did not hesitate to send the thief to the Ban position.

It's terrible, the ancestral thief of FTW is poisonous, and LH has a strong desire to survive.

Wei Xiao: "What are you afraid of, I can't make nine arcs."

Bai Cai: "You can die without saying a few words."

Wei Xiao: "I really can't do it. You can also broadcast this passage. It's best to repeat it three times so that all teams can hear clearly. I can't get nine lines from Quiet, so let's save Ban!"

Brother Cai: "...I suspect you are pretending to be forced."

Lele: "...and got the evidence."

Xiao Ningzi: "Cough."

Wei Xiao: "Hey, it's not good these years, no one believes the truth."

Chenfeng: "..."

His fears were all lost by this kid changer!

Wei Xiao moved the mouse lazily: "Coach, I want to play Madman."

Chen Feng glanced at him: "Huh?"

Wei Xiao smiled at the camera: "It's time to let everyone know that my sickle is more deadly than nine arcs."

This frivolous tone rang directly in the earphones, carrying some weird magic.

Arrogant, dishonest, and arrogant.

But once it came out of Quiet, it all became a matter of course.

Chenfeng suddenly remembered the look BP Qianweixiao looked at him.

Oh shit.

Being cared by a kid.

Chen Feng fainted in his heart, which melted his tension and anxiety.

What are you afraid of.

What to be afraid of.

He is scared as a coach, so what should the players do?

He can't accompany them in the canyon, can't fight side by side with them, all he can do is to fight for the best team for them, only to help them untie the shackles and create the confidence to fly freely for them!

Don't be afraid, don't panic.

Although they lost forever, they will never lose!

Chenfeng stared at the BP interface and calmly analyzed LH's intentions: "The hero pool in their mid lane is slightly shallow, and the tricks are banned. LH is equal to losing a leg."

Want to win on one leg?It's not okay to ask God to worship Buddha!

The BP on FTW is very fast and there is almost no hesitation.

Except that Ban thief was fast enough over LH, he has been slowly surging since then.

Professionals can see many problems from BP.

Disabling and choosing quickly shows that you have a good idea.

Slowly, it shows that my heart is very flustered and uncertain.

The camera reached Chenfeng, who was standing behind Wei Xiao, staring at the computer screen.

Lu Feng is too familiar with him, and his mood changes can be seen from some subtle expressions.

From the initial nervousness to the calmness now, I don't know what Wei Xiao said.

The corner of Lu Feng's mouth bends.

Someone commented on the barrage-without Close, FTW has no soul, what can I win?

Sitting upright, Lu Feng typed a line on the tablet: "Close is not the soul, Quiet is."

As soon as this was said, countless people scolded the barrage.

Especially Close's fighting fans exploded on the spot every minute. I wish I could leave this string of numbers (ID) in the live broadcast room.

Lu Feng didn't say anything, just brushed Quiet with 888 hearts.

Ten yuan for a love heart, 888...

The barrage was quiet, and a group of people shouted: "6666, the boss is awesome!"

Lu Feng changed his ID.

His ID in the live broadcast room was a default string of numbers, but now it is changed to LU.

In the live broadcast room, there are players cheering on the list. For example, in this game, the starters and head coaches of both teams are on the cheering list.

Fans can make gifts for their favorite players to gain popularity.

The popularity list and KDA (comprehensive data on various indicators such as player kill rate and death rate) lists are refreshed in time, and will gradually heat up as the battle progresses.

In the past few years, the popularity list and KDA list in the Chinese division have both dominated the list.

Of course Close, this year...

Close became the first person on Quiet's support list.

When the fans saw the ID on the cheering list, they were happy: "LU? LU!"

"Isn't this my favorite small ID for Close!"

"As everyone knows, Close all vests are this."

"Could it be that..."

"What are you thinking about, how can Close be so boring to smash the rankings for its own players."

"Big brother, you pretended to be too fake!"

"Fake...very fake, this CP fan is hurt."

Lu Feng didn't watch the barrage, just stared at the game, showing his love rhythmically.

Quiet took a blood, and LU brushed 520 hearts.

Quiet double kills, LU brushed 1,314 hearts.

Quiet three kills, LU brushed 6666 hearts.

Quiet five kills, LU brushed 9999 hearts...

Finally, some fans discovered this magical number, and they exclaimed: "Look at the gift from the boss..."

"Fuck, there is only Queit in my eyes!"

"Quiet is really beautiful, but this gift is also full of love!"

"I admire it, I want to be so careful too!"

At the end of the game, FTW won the game beautifully, and at the same time Quiet became the first person in the popularity list in China.

At the same time, his terrible KDA of 18 kills and 0 deaths also made him top the list-this is not only the first in the China Division, but the first in the global division.

Even if it is temporary, it is amazing!