[Han Zhang] One thought

10.

The conversation with the former head of the dormitory seemed to open up the situation for Zhang Xinjie who was in trouble. In the subsequent training, the coach was pleasantly surprised to find that Zhang Xinjie had learned to "use" the team channel - even though the words he typed on the channel were nothing more than " Wait", "keep up", "be careful", "this way", but the information is not redundant, but the timing is just right.

But the students who "trained in groups" with him didn't seem to be able to understand these meanings. Instead, they found his appearance of dictating the channel very annoying-thus, Zhang Xinjie hardly made any progress in interpersonal relationships, and even He became more and more lonely.The coach also gradually realized that training with his peers could no longer improve Zhang Xinjie's operational skills and awareness. What he needed was a lot of actual combat and simulation.

But it would be too outrageous to find a professional player to practice with.

After all, Team Tyranny's current situation is not good.

Although this is only the second season since the alliance was established, the intensity of the competition is far from comparable to that in the game back then. In particular, Team Hundred Blossoms, which has just registered as a professional team, has gradually emerged in the regular season. Time is in the limelight.Compared with Hundred Blossoms, who were on fire, Tyranny's performance was quite calm. Although the whole team's style of play was very tough, it was indeed not as eye-catching as Hundred Blossoms' dazzling tricks.

However, in the eyes of insiders, Tyranny's stable record had some hidden dangers hidden in it. The later the schedule, the more signs of these dangers would be exposed.

In the first round of the playoffs, Han Wenqing, who stood at the end of Tyranny's team, heroically defeated the popular Hundred Blossoms team with one against two. Team members, clubs and fans received a shot in the arm; they faced Wind Howl in the second round, and there was no suspense in Tyranny's victory. In the blink of an eye, the season entered the final decisive moment, and Tyranny and the previous champion Jiashi met in the final , the "Battle of the Enemies", which has been hyped up by the media, is about to kick off.

Whether it's the players, the club staff, or the ordinary fans, everyone is looking forward to this battle. Even the youth training camp has suspended training. All the students are staring at the projection on the big screen intently, looking forward to race.

But the appearance of the game surprised everyone - this is not a professional level game, it is like a wild team melee in an online game, a group of players fight each other in the arena, and all kinds of blocked words are flying in the channel People are dazzled.

Sitting among a group of students, Zhang Xinjie stared wide-eyed, watching the characters on the field fall down one by one, and in the end only One Autumn Leaf, Qi Chongyunshui, and Desert Dust were left.

Zhang Xinjie and countless students around him witnessed this incomparably tragic scene - the miracle of [-]v[-] failed to be staged again, and the speed of Da Mo Gu Yan's fall was even faster than the speed of the audience's recovery.

"Hold!"

Some students around Zhang Xinjie had already scolded, and even the coach clenched his fists, with a look of gnashing his teeth—he seemed to still regard himself as a "non-staff member" of Team Tyranny, and at this moment he was even more critical of Tyranny. Losing feels the same.

It feels so bad to fall from one step away from the top.

Zhang Xinjie was still staring blankly at the two big characters "Glory" on the screen, only feeling that the edges of the characters seemed to be emitting a dazzling light.

"Why...why is this happening?"

He heard a student beside him muttering to himself.

Because the opponent has a better team.

After a year of training, Zhang Xinjie has gradually been able to understand the meaning contained in the word "team", but at this moment, he has no way to say this sentence no matter what.

No matter how correct it is, there are times when it is inappropriate.He took off his glasses and wiped them, and when he looked up again, he found that the coach was standing not far away, looking at him motionless.

He stood up in a strange way, separated from the noisy crowd, and walked to the coach.

"Let's go out and talk." The coach patted him on the shoulder with a gloomy expression, beckoning him to walk outside the training room.

"What do you want to ask?" The coach brought him into the lounge, sat side by side on the sofa with him, and asked in a low voice.

"Why is the game played like this? It seems——it's very different from Tyranny's previous games..."

"It looks very low-class, it looks like a grass-roots team fighting in groups, right?" The coach looked at him and finished the sentence for him.

Zhang Xinjie lowered his head sadly, and listened to the coach slowly say without saying a word: "Because that's how we got here..."

He took a deep breath, leaned back on the sofa, with a look of loss on his face: "We are different from you, how could we have any training camps at that time? Form a team, fight against all forces like a guerrilla, the scene is the same as what you saw today... Excellent Era is also, it was an Internet cafe from the beginning, the boss of our Tyranny used to sell refrigerators, They all started from scratch, lost their wife’s money, and fought all the way... Guess what I used to do? I used to be a KTV security guard, watching the scene..."

"What about the Korean team?" Zhang Xinjie asked suddenly.

"Old Han? He is a student just like you. He dropped out of school in order to play for glory. Just because of this, he had a big fight with his family, and he still hasn't reconciled."

"why?"

"His parents were both soldiers. He grew up in a military compound, and his family education was strict... Do you think he is fierce? His father is ten times fiercer than him! He is also very paranoid, and he can't tolerate sand in his eyes. If I want to drop out of school to play games, can my family agree to it? It's so troublesome that I want to sever the relationship between father and son..."

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do? Procrastinate...for three to five years, when his father's anger dissipates, and he goes back and admits his mistake, accepts it softly, and the matter is almost over. After all, it is a family, and blood is thicker than The water, pierced the sky, that is also the father and son..."

"Coach," Zhang Xinjie frowned, and interrupted cautiously, "Did we digress?"

The coach was startled, and couldn't help laughing: "You really..."

He shook his head, with a mixed expression of sadness, reluctance, attachment and pride on his face: "Why did this game end like this? It was all forced by Excellent Era! Of course, Excellent Era didn't want to fight!" It's like this... You have to know that the arena is like a battlefield, the two of us are evenly matched and restrain each other, and both make each other messy, and the scene has become like this."

"You mean, the tactics of Tyranny and Excellent Era have failed on the field?"

"That's what it means..." The coach nodded thoughtfully, "You are a child with savvy, Tyranny and Excellent Era are each other's nemesis, coupled with years of old and new hatred, they met on the field It's over, no one can leave the stage with dignity, and the only one between us is you and me."

"Then why were we the losers?" Zhang Xinjie continued to ask cautiously.

"What do you think?" The coach turned his head and stared at him meaningfully, which made his back go numb.

"Because... Excellent Era has a better team?" He finally dared to express his guess.

"That's right," the coach nodded heavily, with a momentary sense of loss on his face, "One Autumn Leaf is so powerful, but Damo Guyan doesn't have a reliable partner...Shi Buzhuan and Ji Leng can help him, but This is far from enough...not to mention someone like me who can't play for a long time, just like a waste, I don't know what else I can do for Tyranny..."

"Coach, don't say that," Zhang Xinjie responded in a low voice, "All the students in the training camp are your disciples—we can support Tyranny's future for you."

The coach was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "It's not for me—it's for Lao Han, for Tyranny, and for yourselves."

He patted Zhang Xinjie's shoulder vigorously, and said solemnly: "The future of Tyranny is in your hands."

This sentence is really too heavy, fortunately, Zhang Xinjie still has a lot of time to digest it - at least he thinks so now.

With the end of the season, the children of the youth training camp also ushered in the summer vacation. Zhang Xinjie did not go home during the winter vacation. Now he plans to go back and take a good rest for the summer. Picture all the videos of the playoffs, I am going to take them back and study them carefully.

But a phone call from the coach completely disrupted his itinerary plan.

He was hastily called to the common room, besides the coach, Han Wenqing and Ji Leng were also present.

"How's your training going?" Han Wenqing asked straight to the point.

This question was too general, Zhang Xinjie opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start.

"You don't need to report to me, as long as you know what you have in mind," Han Wenqing paused, staring straight into Zhang Xinjie's eyes, "Do you have confidence in yourself?"

"Yes." Zhang Xinjie nodded unexpectedly.

"Well, I'll give you a year. At this time next year, you will officially take over Shi Buzhuan."

Han Wenqing's words were like thunder on the ground, causing Zhang Xinjie to freeze on the spot: "Captain...I..."

"I'm not negotiating with you, I just want to inform you that after one year, no matter what level you are, Shi Buguan will be in your hands. If you don't want to drag the whole team down, then let this year Make good use of your time, know what to do, right?"

Zhang Xinjie took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

At this point, he finally understood what the coach meant when he said "Tyranny's future is entrusted to you." He only understood the weight of it when the heavy burden was truly on his shoulders.

"This offseason, Ji Leng and I will stay in the club. If you want to train with us, just come. Of course, it's up to you whether you can keep up."

Zhang Xinjie can no longer remember how he walked out of the training room, nor how he called home to explain the change in his itinerary, and then refunded his ticket. When night fell, he was lying on the bed in the empty dormitory , A number of chaotic images flashed through his mind like a marquee, and what finally froze in his mind was Han Wenqing's last stern look.

Han Wenqing's eyes did not show obvious emotion, but Zhang Xinjie suddenly saw the lighthouse like a lone boat traveling at night, the route ahead was being illuminated bit by bit, and the vast and dangerous sea area was slowly approaching him. Show your true face.

TBC