Chapter 72.2 My father doesn’t deserve to have such a good son as you (1/2)
After Bai Cai came back, the five of them teamed up and played until around one o’clock.
Tacit understanding between players in the team had to be cultivated slowly. It wasn’t something that would happen with just one person’s hard work.
In particular, the cohesion between Wei Xiao and the others needed more constant honing.
When it was almost time to sleep, Lu Feng got up and said, “Rest early. There’s still free matching tomorrow.”
The four little ones all sat up straight, “Goodnight, captain!”
Lu Feng: “Goodnight.”
He left first.
Ning Zhehan whispered, “The captain’s biological clock is really healthy…”
It really wasn’t considered late for an e-sports player to go to bed at 1AM.
The Close worshipper came online, and Wei Xiao said, “We can’t catch up with the captain even though he’s not addicted to training. If he was the same as us, then we’d… Oh, the entire league won’t be left with any way to live.”
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Brother Vegetable: “……”
Little Ning showed a lot of potential for accompanying Wei Xiao for crosstalk, “That makes sense.”
Old Yue almost choked on his potato chip!
After Lu Feng left, they went to double queue.
Wei Xiao refused to take the vegetable with him. As of now, his tacit understanding with Brother Vegetable was very stable, and they didn’t need to improve it further. So, he focused on Ning Zhehan instead.
In 5v5 games, the mid-jungler linkage was a very key concept.
In the distance was EVE’s immortal mid-laner Xie He. The cooperation between him and his captain could stir up a frenzied battle in their opponent’s jungle zone.
Nearby, there was also RR’s Moonlit and Money. These two had been able to make EVE unwilling to let them go, and would also be strong rivals after they returned home.
Ning Zhehan’s personal level was very outstanding. What he lacked was the experience, honing, and cooperation with his teammates.
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As the jungler who led the rhythm of the game, Wei Xiao needed to develop good tacit understanding with him.
Bai Cai and Yue Wenle were old partners. They’d worked together for a season, and they’d felt that they had enough tacit understanding between them. However, in today’s training match, they’d been regarded as the breakthrough point. At this time, they were also upset and eager to find their game sense.
They double queued until three in the morning.
Bai Cai: “It’s about time to sleep. The free matching during the day won’t wait for us.”
Ning Zhehan and Wei Xiao had also just finished a game, “Okay, let’s disperse.”
Little Ning and Yue Wenle got up, stretched, and left to return to their room together. Bai Cai left one step behind, but noticed Wei Xiao, “You’re not going to sleep?”
Wei Xiao yawned, “Soon.”
Bai Cai was alert, “Don’t stay up late, there’s still tough battles to be had during the day.”
Wei Xiao waved his hand, “Got it.”
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Bai Cai didn’t worry about him anymore and went back to his room to wash up and sleep.
The training room emptied out. Wei Xiao logged out of the game and opened up the video recording from yesterday.
Chen Feng had already done a review of the game with them.
It was a 40 minute game, but the replay review had lasted for an hour and a half. It wasn’t considered long, but all the points that should’ve been said had been mentioned.
Wei Xiao curled up in the e-sports chair and used the mouse to look over the match again bit by bit.
Close killed Marshal.
Close killed Gary.
Close killed MO.
……
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10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 42 minutes…
The final team fight had lasted for longer than he’d thought.
VIVI killed Yue Wenle.
He killed VIVI.
Gary killed Bai Cai.
Close killed Gary.
He and Yuan Ze took each other down.
Only Close was left alive.
In the instant when the resurrection crystal exploded, the berserker warrior who stood alone in the canyon was like a war god of old, standing in the fierce battlefield with the ruins of a city behind him…
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To exist after the death of one’s country, tragic and helpless.
Wei Xiao pressed on the pause button and looked steadily at this scene.
The living Close.
The standing Close.
The Close who was on his own.
His heart churned, and the remorse that had been forced down surged up again.
He’d said that he wouldn’t leave him on his own, said that he wouldn’t drag him down, said that he’d be a worthy teammate, but…
Wei Xiao stared at the screen, and the scene that appeared in his mind was of Close standing alone in FTW’s main hall and watching as his teammates went away.
The 18 year old captain.
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The captain who carried everything on his young shoulders.
The captain who was softer than anyone else beneath his cold and hard appearance.
He knew what it was like to be left behind, the feeling of having to hold on and being unable to fall, the fear that once he collapsed, he’d be left with nothing left.
So, he felt heartache for Close.
The more he understood, the more heartache he felt.
The more heartache he felt, the more unwilling he was to see him suffer even the smallest amount of grievance.
Even if he knew that he’d already done his best in this game.
But, he still didn’t want to leave Close on his own.
Close was so good, so why was he left behind?
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There was a ‘squeak’.
The door to the training room opened, startling Wei Xiao. He closed the video.
Lu Feng stood outside the door in black pajamas. His collar was open, and a large expanse of his chest was revealed beneath his long neck, appearing colder and paler than usual against the dark cloth.
“It’s five o’clock.” Lu Feng frowned, making his usual distant aura go up another level and giving off the feeling that ordinary people were expected to bow their heads and avoid him in passing.
Wei Xiao wasn’t afraid, though. He was just a little surprised, “Captain, you haven’t slept yet?”