Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

In a blink of an eye, half of the LPL Summer Split schedule has passed. After TSG got a pass ticket to the playoffs, although they accidentally lost a game against TRG in the Western Division in the regular season, they still ended up with The impressive score of No.1 in the regular season points has successfully advanced to the semi-finals of the playoffs.

Then this also means that in the next period of time, they will soon face the brutal annual LPL championship and runner-up competition.

According to the rules, the top three teams in the LPL summer split can replace the LPL in the S9 World Championship, but for a veteran team like TSG, it is impossible for their fans to accept that other than qualifying as the No. [-] seed. any other result.

This is the pressure that must be borne on the shoulders of their ace team, and there cannot be any complaints.

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Seeing that the weather outside is getting hotter and hotter, it seems to be reminding everyone all the time that the day of the summer finals is getting closer, which makes people upset.

The training room was filled with the sound of mechanical keyboards and mice as always, comparable to the tireless chirping of cicadas outside the window.

"Why are you always absent-minded today?" During the intermission of the training match, Ming Mao called Pei Hong to his side, frowned and asked Pei Hong, "The team battle just now clearly knew that the river had no vision. Why did you force the team? Did you know where Xin Zhao was? Didn’t you see your teammates report Miss?”

Pei Hong lowered her head, knowing that her operation in the training match just now was really eye-catching, so she didn't want to argue too much, she obediently put her hands behind her back, like an unlucky guy who was severely reprimanded by the instructor.

"Like Ryze in the early stage, it's a disadvantage. If you use an ice girl and don't even know how to start a team, then why use an ice girl?" Mingmao pushed down his glasses, and then slapped the wind twice with the notepad in his hand, " The playoffs are coming soon, are you planning to use this state to go to the game? Or do you think that now that Shen Youzhu's hand is recovered, it will be completely nothing to you?"

"No." Pei Hong shook her head.

"I felt something was wrong in yesterday's training match. I didn't control my vision and kept pressing the line. You clearly knew that the opponent's jungler's route was not fixed in the early stage!"

The rest of the people sat in their seats and couldn't help turning around to look at the two people, wanting to intervene to help persuade them, but they were afraid that the persuasion would backfire.

Only Shen Youzhu, who was sitting by the side, gradually felt that something was wrong, then stood up and walked to Pei Hong's side,

"Coach, Pei Hong fell ill last week and only started to adjust her status yesterday..."

"I know he is sick! The whole team knows that he has a fever of 39 degrees, but do you think the fans will listen to this excuse? Or do you think that because the opponent is sick, they can give you water?" Ming Mao looked at Shen Youzhu, and after thinking about it He sighed deeply, "That's why I told you more than once that professional players are like this, and there are no objective reasons for you. If you can't bear this grievance, don't sit in this position."

Shen Youzhu smiled, knowing that the weather was hot recently and everyone was inevitably impatient, so he picked up a plate of washed grapes that Xu Yichen had brought over just now and handed it to Ming Mao.

Ming Mao glanced down, finally picked up two and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Coach, calm down...Pei Hong has always been the hardest worker on our team." Seeing that Ming Mao was still willing to eat grapes, Fang Haoman was not so angry, so he whispered something from the side.

"Yeah, don't put too much pressure on Pei Hong before the game."

Shen Youzhu picked up the fan from the table and fanned Ming Mao twice, as if serving the emperor.

Although Pei Hong usually called Shen Youzhu one master at a time, but at this time, the chances of Shen Youzhu being able to help him with the conversation were still rare.

After all, food is food, and the record is there, no matter how much you say, no matter how hard you wash the ground, it still can't be changed... In addition, Ming Mao is definitely not the kind of person who will soften his heart just because of one or two beautiful words.

So at this time, Shen Youzhu and the others seemed to have more than enough energy.

"Coach, I will definitely practice well when I go back." Pei Hong lowered her head, her face full of guilt, "The playoffs will definitely not hold everyone back."

"I don't think you should be in a hurry to make sure." Ming Mao looked up at Pei Hong, stroked the ring on his left hand with his hand, hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said lightly: "The starting lineup for the playoffs It's not decided yet, you should weigh it yourself...don't blame me for not reminding you."

After all, he stood up, opened the door and went out.

Shen Youzhu leaned against the table, waited until Ming Mao walked out, then turned to look at Pei Hong, and smiled: "Are you honest?"

"Be honest." Pei Hong looked helpless and aggrieved, "I just said I don't have any talent, and I was scolded by the coach this week after I didn't practice for a week... Unlike you, Master, who has been handicapped for half a year, and when you come back, you are still the same. So powerful."

"Xiao Pei, I think you should find the reason more from yourself." Shen Youzhu picked up a pen from the table, his expression was a little more serious than that of the hippie smile just now, and then he held the pen in his hand and turned it around twice, "Don't blame the coach for talking too much, you are really out of shape these two days."

Pei Hong nodded.

"Now is not the time to feel sorry for yourself."

"But I'm telling the truth."

"It's not." Shen Youzhu put down the pen in his hand, looked at Pei Hong's face, "What you said was angry."

Pei Hong subconsciously wanted to refute, but was stuck when she raised her head to meet Shen Youzhu's eyes.

Although Shen Youzhu has always been called Master by Pei Hong, he has never preached anything to Pei Hong, and has never really used the word "Master" to call himself "Master". But today, Pei Hong suddenly felt that Shen Youzhu treated him differently than usual. same.

Very serious and majestic, when looking directly at Pei Hong, Pei Hong even felt a fire burning on her body where her eyes passed.

The rumors outside have long been saying that this season may be Shen Youzhu's last season in the professional arena. Once Shen Youzhu retires, he will not even be able to find a second excellent successor other than Pei Hong.

This is a wake-up call for Pei Hong, and it is even more a kind of pressure, but he is unable to ask Shen Youzhu directly, so this heart has to be hung like this all the time.

So today, the moment Shen Youzhu talked to herself like this, Pei Hong suddenly felt that the rumors outside were not so untrustworthy.

Maybe... Shen Youzhu really has this plan.

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The huge pressure was like a heavy burden, and it fell on Pei Hong's body without warning. Pei Hong only felt that her shoulders were about to collapse.

So after the evening training, for the first time in history, Pei Hong did not go to the live broadcast room to make up for her live broadcast time. Instead, she sneaked out of the base building under the pretext of "going out to buy a pack of cigarettes".

It's a pity that the free air outside is not enough to make Pei Hong feel calm and at ease. Looking at the busy street, Pei Hong feels even more at a loss.

It was also at this sudden moment that Pei Hong suddenly realized in her heart that she had worked so hard in this huge city for so long, but apart from those teammates and coaches... there was not even one who could speak the truth and vomit bitterness. There is no chance.

During the sweltering summer heat, Pei Hong suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

Sitting on the bench by the street in a daze for a while, Pei Hong suddenly remembered someone...

It must have been a month since the last painting was completed.

Pei Hong subconsciously took out her mobile phone, hesitated for a while, and finally called.

It was connected in a short while.

"Pei Hong?"

"Sorry, wrong number……"

The moment she heard Ye Zhao's voice, a voice suddenly sounded in Pei Hong's heart, sharp and ear-piercing—"Fuck! Pei Hong, do you know what you're doing now!"

Pei Hong was so frightened that she hung up the phone involuntarily, and then sat on the bench by the street with a dazed expression and began to doubt her life.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again...

If you think about it with your tongue... it must be Ye Zhao.

Pei Hong's face was tangled, she didn't want to answer it, and felt that she was the one who disturbed Ye Zhao just now, and now it's outrageous to ignore him...

After thinking about it, he connected the phone again.

"Hey……"

"what happened?"

Ye Zhao's single-handed approach made Pei Hong a little speechless, he hesitated for a moment before saying: "I pressed the wrong button just now..."

"How wrong are you to press me?" Ye Zhao smiled and pierced Pei Hong's fragile lie.

Pei Hong sniffed, and Ye Zhao's relaxed and natural laughter calmed his restless heart for some reason, and his voice gradually slowed down.

"what are you doing……"

"Me?" Ye Zhao was taken aback, "I didn't do anything, what do you need from me?"

"No, I just want to talk to you suddenly."

When talking to Ye Zhao, Pei Hong couldn't help replaying what Ming Mao said to him before.

Professional players don't have so many excuses, so if you can't stand this grievance, don't sit in this position.

The starting lineup for the summer split hasn't been decided yet, you should figure it out for yourself...

It wasn't the first time Pei Hong heard these words, but it was the first time after listening to them, he felt such a heavy and sharp feeling that he couldn't breathe.

Maybe it's because I've gotten used to being a starter for more than half a year, and I no longer demand myself as a substitute. Although the efforts I put in are the same, the burden on my shoulders is quite different.

Pei Hong felt flustered and scared, and felt that if she didn't find an effective way to vent, she would really be unable to stand it.

"I'm going to find you now."

Fortunately, Ye Zhao hardly hesitated for a moment, and when he heard Pei Hong say that he wanted to chat, he agreed directly: "Where are you?"

"Come out of the base, in front of the park on the road to your studio..."

Pei Hong didn't remember the way very much, so she could only give a general idea.

"Wait for a while, I'll be right there."

"it is good."

Then he hung up the phone.

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Ye Zhao found Pei Hong on the street between Yinbei District and Fulu District.

Pei Hong had a cigarette in her mouth, her hand in her jacket pocket, and she was sitting on the bench in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking, so that Ye Zhao didn't notice when she came up to her.

"What's the matter? I'm still smoking..." Ye Zhao walked over and took out the cigarette from Pei Hong's mouth and put it in his own mouth. "Didn't you say that you want to learn from your master to quit smoking?"

"Master failed to quit smoking, so I won't join in the fun." Pei Hong rubbed her eyes, straightened her body, and looked Ye Zhao up and down.

Ye Zhao's attire today is a little different from before. He is wearing a black formal suit with a tie, and his hair seems to have been well-groomed...

It seems that Pei Hong has never seen Ye Zhao in a formal suit. Today, when he saw Ye Zhao by chance, he felt that the black suits him very well. It makes his figure more tall and straight, and makes him look restrained and calm.

Pei Hong couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Are you fascinated?" Ye Zhao realized Pei Hong's eyes, couldn't help asking with a smirk, and sat beside Pei Hong, "It's going to rain, go to my studio, don't look enough won't let you go."

Of course Pei Hong was not so easy to fool.

On the phone just now, Ye Zhao clearly said that he was not doing anything, but looking at this outfit now, it is obvious that he is not doing anything.

So he frowned and asked.

"Did I disturb you?"