CS: The Last Dance, a Dance That Leads to Professional Success

Chapter 41 Have you ever seen Antwerp at four in the morning?
In the G2 conference room of the hotel, the three-hour debriefing meeting finally came to an end.

Coach XTQZZZ meticulously analyzed every point in today's game against Liquid.

From individual tactical misunderstandings to team disjointedness and hesitation in crucial decisions, almost all the problems were laid bare.

More importantly, XTQZZZ made extensive pre-match preparations for the formidable opponent Vitality they will face tomorrow – emphasizing the design of the pistol rounds, the timing of map item coordination, the details of teamwork, and the importance of mastering the default map control in the early game.

At this moment, everyone who walked out of the conference room couldn't help but stretch, their faces showing a tired yet fulfilled expression.

HuNter rubbed his slightly throbbing forehead and said with a wry smile, "My head is buzzing; there's just too much information."

Niko shrugged and stretched her stiff neck: "A good night's sleep will do the trick; the brain needs time to process things."

He habitually turned to Meng Lang and asked, "Bro, want to go to the gym together for a workout? Burning some energy will help you sleep better tonight." This was Niko's habit for maintaining his fitness and sleep quality.

Meng Lang shook his head, his eyes still showing the focus he had when reviewing the game: "You guys go ahead, I want to go to the training room and play a few more games."

"You guy."

Niko and huNter- exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly, their eyes filled with a mixture of envy and teasing for the "internet addict."

Just then, huNter-'s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, a gentle smile appearing on his face, and turned to walk quickly down the corridor to answer the call.

Meng Lang curiously peeked inside.

Niko chuckled and ruffled his hair: "What are you looking at? It's his wife on the phone, do you want to hear it too?"

"Wife?" Meng Lang's face showed genuine surprise. "Cousin...already has a wife?"

Niko was amused by his reaction.

"Is it so strange to have a wife? I have a girlfriend too. But you, Meng," he winked mischievously, "do you have a girlfriend?"

Shrimp Bro transforms into an evil old nun.

When m0NESY, who was originally planning to leave, heard this topic, she immediately reacted like a hawk that had smelled gossip.

He slowed down instantly, pretending to take out his phone and look at it seriously, but his ears were perked up.

Caught off guard by the question, Meng Lang bluntly replied, "Girlfriend? Should I have one?"

Niko was momentarily speechless, then coaxed, "When you were in school...didn't you ever meet any pretty girls?"

Meng Lang thought about it carefully for a moment and nodded: "Yes, there was a girl in my class when I was in school. She was pretty and cute, and it seemed like a lot of boys liked her."

m0NESY's ears twitched, and she stopped looking at her phone screen.

Niko became interested: "And then?"

"Then... once during PE class, a few boys seemed to have a fight because of her." Meng Lang tried hard to recall, "That girl seemed to say something like... whoever wins the fight will be her girlfriend? I don't know if it's true or not."

"Wow!"

Niko and m0NESY's eyes both lit up.

"And then?" Niko pressed again.

"I was on my way home when I got caught up in this mess and accidentally got hit."

Meng Lang shrugged. "I didn't like that girl, but I was a little angry, so I beat up seven or eight boys one by one, and then I beat up that girl too."

Yes,

In memory,
After hitting him, he walked away.

A deathly silence fell at the entrance to the training room, and m0NESY was completely dumbfounded, holding his phone.

He glanced at Meng Lang's 1.9-meter height and the hint of strength in his physique. He believed Meng Lang could win... but...

"but why?"

The child asked, stammering instinctively.

"Why what?" Meng Lang didn't understand.

"Why... even that girl..." m0NESY felt her worldview being shaken.

Meng Lang is to be expected:

"She started this mess, and it's preventing me from playing Counter-Strike after school. If I don't beat her up, who should I beat up?"

After listening, m0NESY silently put away her phone.

At that moment, a line from a game he had played inexplicably came to mind: "If violence is not for killing, then it is meaningless."

Niko opened her mouth as well, but in the end she could only pat Meng Lang on the shoulder and squeeze out, "Bro...you...are pretty good."

Old Ni finally understood.

Others are warriors of pure love.

He is different.

He said he was a pure warrior.

After the brief incident at the conference room entrance, Meng Lang walked into the hotel training room alone.

I had just sat down when my phone vibrated. It was a message from my cousin, Wang Yitong.

Are you feeling stressed about playing against the bees tomorrow?

Meng Lang stared at the message for a moment, then smiled.

His cousin hadn't contacted him for the past two days, and he assumed that because TyLoo hadn't made it to the Major, his cousin hadn't been paying attention to the tournament. He didn't realize that his cousin had been secretly watching the whole time.

He was just about to reply,
Another message came from over there:
Also, don't look at domestic online forums.

Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied with a smile: "Hehe, I've already seen it."

Back home, Wang Yitong, sitting in front of her computer, looked at the words and the "hehe" emoji, and could almost picture her cousin's carefree expression.

He couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you angry?"

Meng Lang replied quickly and sincerely:

"Why are you angry? I'm happy!"

“???” Wang Yitong typed three question marks.

A little while later, he sent another message, "Good luck tomorrow," and ended the conversation.

Wang Yitong has to admit that ever since his cousin was eliminated from EG's "palace intrigue," he has found it increasingly difficult to understand his cousin's "mental state."

But Meng Lang was telling the truth.

Seeing the comments on Weibo, NGA, Hupu, and Perfect World Community that were either questioning, mocking, or pessimistic, he wasn't really upset; in fact, he was quite happy.

Because today,

After winning against Liquid, the announcement of the schedule for the match against Little Bee immediately generated a huge amount of discussion and attention, which was reflected on his system panel!

[Emotional Transformation Goat Score: +2350]

Current Goat value: 5760

In just a few hours,

The index surged by more than 2,000 points!

With this in mind, he sat in the training room chair and opened the system panel, finding the "Add Team Mirror" option in the "Simulation Training" module.

[The host already possesses the Faze Clan's Desert City mirror image. To add new teams or new map mirror images, the simulation map pool needs to be expanded.]

"Huh? Does it need to be expanded?" Meng Lang muttered. "Then let's expand it."

[Expanding the map pool, adding the "Team Liquid's Inferno" mirror map, requires 4000 Goat points. Confirm?]

"Damn! It's so dark!"

Meng Lang couldn't help but complain, but thinking of Liquid's tactics in Purgatory Town and his own slight discomfort today, he gritted his teeth and confirmed it.

[Successfully consumed 4000 Goat points!]

[The "Team Liquid - Inferno" training mirror has been successfully added!]

Current remaining Goat value: 1760

[Would you like to consume 1000 GOAT points to start a simulated Inferno training match against Team Liquid?]

【no! 】

Meng Lang chose no.

It's not that he's heartbroken about the 1000 points, well, he is a little heartbroken, but mainly because he plans to do the deep training of this image "after sleeping" and can't waste the precious "before sleeping" time.

Now, he would rather use his conscious time to improve the value of his [Basic Gun Skill].

He is very clear,

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

The higher your base marksmanship stat, the stronger the bonus you'll get when you acquire a "special weapon".

While simulation training can rapidly improve awareness and map understanding, basic shooting skills that require muscle memory feedback still need to be honed through persistent and tedious practice.

At 1:30 a.m., the door to the training room was pushed open, and m0NESY poked his head in, holding a takeout McDonald's meal.

"Bro, I brought you some food."

"Thanks!" Meng Lang took the still-warm paper bag, thanked him sincerely, and said earnestly, "I'll treat you next time." He made a mental note of it.

In a game, you're teammates, but in real-life interactions, you need to distinguish between them to maintain a lasting relationship.

Seeing Meng Lang still practicing his shooting intently at almost 2 a.m., m0NESY finally couldn't help but say, "Bro, you don't really need to push yourself this hard. You've been playing exceptionally well these past two days."

It's not that he or Niko and others are being lazy; most professional players focus more on team-specific offensive and defensive transition training and item coordination before matches.

As for his marksmanship...
Unless a match is played exceptionally poorly, causing a strong sense of crisis and self-doubt, a player will practice shooting intensely after the match.

The child had that experience before.
But he really couldn't understand where Meng Lang got such a strong sense of crisis from.
Mingming's performance these past two days has been outstanding, so outstanding that it even made him a little jealous.

If a child were to produce these numbers,
Even if they don't get carried away, they'll definitely feel like they've done a great job, and might even reward themselves before bed.

But Bro, what's going on here?
Meng Lang took a bite of his hamburger, then paused for a moment upon hearing this.
Seriously ask yourself:

Am I working really hard?

"."

m0NESY's rhetorical question left me speechless.

But Meng Lang didn't really think it was that hard-working. Although he left home to pursue a professional career at a young age, he had never experienced the kind of frenzy of studying late into the night in provinces with a large number of college entrance exam takers in China.

But deep in his memory,

After his father passed away,
To spare his mother, who single-handedly supports the family, too much hardship, he often gets up before dawn and goes to the bustling vegetable market with her.

The cold wind in the early morning of a cold winter, the heavy work of carrying vegetables, and my mother's hands red from the cold—those scenes deep in my memory were far more arduous than sitting in the warm, bright training room now, doing what I love.

Meng Lang felt lucky to be able to do what he was good at and loved from the very beginning, and to earn money so that his mother back home wouldn't have to work so hard. He felt it was all worth his efforts.

Saying it's hard work?
Those vegetable farmers in the mountains of Sichuan and Chongqing who work from dawn till dusk, and sanitation workers who sweep the streets in the cold wind at dawn—aren't they all working harder than him?
m0NESY couldn't understand Meng Lang's motivation, shook her head, and went back to sleep.

Meng Lang glanced at the time and then practiced his marksmanship for another two hours.

The match is in the afternoon, and the deep sleep quality induced by the system's simulation training is extremely high, so he doesn't need to worry about sleep deprivation at all.

It wasn't until 3:30 a.m. that Meng Lang turned off the lights and turned off the computer in the training room.

Back in his hotel room, he quickly washed up, lay down on his bed, and stared blankly at the Antwerp sky, which was just beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

When you've been living abroad for a long time, you start to feel homesick around this time of year.

He shook his head, still thinking about the prison.

Have you ever seen Antwerp at 4 a.m.?
Hehe, I've seen it before.

Meng Lang closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart:
"Brother Chicken, I'll have the spicy one."

The next moment, his consciousness sank into that familiar system space and began an endless simulation training with the liquid purgatory town.

(End of this chapter)