[Han Zhang] One thought

04.

After entering August, the students of Tyranny's youth training camp faced their first challenge - the coach told them that the youth training camp would adopt a "bottom elimination system" to eliminate a group of members who were "unsuitable to become professional players" .

"You have to understand that the meaning of the existence of the Tyranny Youth Training Camp is to provide the Tyranny team with reserve talents, not to improve your level of glory operation. Of course, you have made progress in the youth training camp, and I am also happy for you. But as a staff member of the Tyranny Club, I must be hard-hearted on this issue. For some of you, this also means that you can be freed from this and get back on the right track of your life. For others, You have to work harder and harder to stay and get one step closer to your dreams..."

When the coach spoke later, the scene had obviously fallen into turmoil, and the whisperings of countless people mixed together, forming a powerful voice.

Amidst the uproar, the coach was about to continue to say something, but suddenly saw Zhang Xinjie raised his hand in a corner.

"what do you wish to ask?"

"What are the rules and procedures for the final elimination?"

Although the students knew Zhang Xinjie's "differentness" for a long time, they still cast strange glances at him at this moment, and even the coach was unconsciously taken aback.

"The elimination of the last place, as the name suggests, is to evaluate your groups and sub-projects on a weekly basis every Friday afternoon. I will grade the completion of each project, and the three students with the lowest scores in each group will be selected. Eliminated. Team Tyranny's official players will also join the assessment process at a later stage—this is both a challenge and an opportunity for you."

The training room was once again in a state of ebullition—many students had already associated the assessment with the direction of "meeting idols"—but Zhang Xinjie asked unhurriedly: "This round of final elimination should be just a part of the elimination. ?”

"It can also be said that," the coach nodded calmly amidst the restlessness of the crowd, "The students selected in this round of elimination only have the qualifications to formally join Tyranny's youth training camp. After two to three years of training and assessment, there are still a large number of you who will be eliminated, and there may not even be 10 students who can join Team Tyranny in the end, it's just a rarity."

"In other words, what we experienced before was just 'trial training'?"

"That's right," the coach relaxed a lot amidst the panic-stricken crowd, "Why, you don't know?"

Of course Zhang Xinjie knew about it, he just told the most embarrassing thing for the coach.But the training room was already in chaos at the moment. The coach shouted and ordered everyone to train as usual, and he walked out of the training room and closed the door behind him.

He let out a sigh of relief, and realized that a layer of sweat had leaked from his back, soaking his close-fitting short-sleeved shirt.

There was an imperceptible wry smile on his lips—to be honest, he liked this group of students quite a bit, they were all fifteen or sixteen years old, some were aura-inspiring, some were extremely hard—but as he said In other words, it was related to Tyranny's future development plan, he had to be hard-hearted.

When he raised his head, he unexpectedly found that Ji Leng was standing at the stairs, beckoning to him.

"Lao Yang, why are you in a daze?"

"It's nothing," the coach walked over quickly, "Why do you come here when you have time?"

"Let's relax," Ji Leng tugged on the collar of his team uniform, as if trying to let himself breathe, "I was scolded by Lao Han just now..."

The coach couldn't help laughing "puchi", and patted Ji Leng on the back vigorously: "Old Han's temper... You, the vice-captain, have to bear it."

Ji Leng also bowed his head and smiled wryly: "It's nothing, it's all for the championship."

The coach was startled, and gave Ji Leng a complicated look mixed with envy and sympathy.

"How is your side? You scolded the kids pretty badly, right?"

"I haven't scolded much." The coach has recovered his indifferent expression, "However, I'm about to start brushing people up, so I really don't want to part with it."

"What? Are there any good seedlings?"

"Well... there are a few good ones, but they are generally impetuous and lack practice... However, there is an out-of-town kid named Zhang Xinjie, who is quite interesting. His mentality is much more mature than others, and his talent is also high..."

"Zhang Xinjie?" Ji Leng scratched his chin, a look of sudden understanding appeared in his eyes, "I have an impression of this kid... What kind of occupation does he use?"

"Priest."

"Priest? This profession is not obvious. How do you know that he is talented?"

"He has very fast hands—I'm talking about effective hand speed, not typing on the keyboard."

"Oh, how fast?" Apparently Ji Leng was also aroused.

"I'm afraid it's not under you."

"Ah?" Ji Leng opened his mouth wide, his eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

As the "number two" of Team Tyranny, Ji Leng has always been low-key and humble, but to say that a boy who just arrived at the training camp for a few days is not as fast as him, still makes him inevitably have an unbelievable feeling frustration.

"real or fake?"

"Really," the coach nodded solemnly, "and this kid is quite ambitious—he just pestered me to ask a lot about the last elimination."

"It's a good thing to be ambitious," Ji Leng smiled and nodded, "I'll come to see you some other day."

"You still have this idleness? It seems that Lao Han hasn't scolded hard enough."

"Fuck you," Ji sneered and slapped the coach on the chest, then took a step forward and lowered his voice, "To be honest, do you think... in the super state...how long can he play? "

The coach gasped when he heard the words, and the smile froze on his face—Da Chao was Meng Chao of Team Tyranny, the operator of Priest "Stone Buzhuan"—due to age and health reasons , in the middle of the first season, his competitive state fluctuated greatly, everyone in Tyranny saw it for all to see, and each other also knew it.But at this moment, Ji Leng directly broke through the window paper, and the meaning was completely different.

"Probably... it's been a year or two." The coach bit his lower lip, his face full of confusion, "Don't tell Da Chao!"

"I know..." Ji Leng's complexion was not much better, "We have to think about this issue carefully. If you say one or two years, it's already an optimistic estimate, right?"

"I know...but we can't rush for success. To be honest, there are often excellent seedlings, but players who are really suitable for professional leagues are rare."

"I understand. I just want to investigate first, and you can help me pay attention to it. I'm not in a hurry, but we also have to be prepared for any accidents-don't look at me like that! If we say this today But, I won't tell Da Chao, and you don't tell anyone else either..."

"Hmm..." The coach nodded sullenly, and put his hands in his pockets, "Let's wait until the first round of elimination is over."

"Okay, then I'll go over and have a look and call Old Han."

"Such a big formation?" The coach was stunned, "Old Han also..."

"Old Han is our captain, what's going on with Da Chao, how can he still not know?"

"Alas..." The coach sighed and scratched the back of his head helplessly, "It's not easy for Lao Han, he is obviously younger than us, and he has to bear everything."

"Yeah, it's rare for him to be able to handle things...I'll go back first, and Lao Han will have to scold him when he can't find anyone."

"Okay, see you later."

"Well, you are busy first."

Although the surface is still calm, Ji Leng's words are still tantamount to throwing a heavy bomb into the coach's mind - they are all brothers who have worked hard all the way from online games, but at this moment, the cold parting seems It's already lying in front of them.

And the situation of the youth training camp also made him panic - the elimination system for the last place has been put on the agenda, and every week, students pack their bags and go home, and even the strong children leave with tears in their eyes, which made him very unbearable .

But he knew very well in his heart that the careers, games, wins, injuries, retirements that these children left behind would face in the future... would be a hundred times crueler than the parting at this moment.

He could only push all the chicks off the cliff like an eagle, and let them learn to fly high amidst the wind and rain.

Zhang Xinjie didn't feel well either - with his own talent, coupled with hard training and an unusual mind, he persisted until the end without any suspense, but at this moment, his dormitory was empty, and several roommates left one after another. In the last week of the "final elimination", the head of the dormitory who originally appointed him as a "labor committee member" was also packing his luggage and preparing to go home.

"I'm leaving, Comrade Zhang Xinjie—" the other party pretended to be relaxed and patted him on the shoulder, "Be good at it, don't embarrass our dormitory."

Zhang Xinjie silently hugged his roommate and sent him downstairs to the club.

"Okay, don't give it away, you guys still have to train later," the head of the dormitory is half a head taller than Zhang Xinjie, and can easily pat the top of his head. Mom can rest easy."

"Come on."

"Well, do your best too," the other party leaned over and hugged Zhang Xinjie lightly, "You can come to Q City No. [-] Middle School to find me if you have time, our school is not strict, I can skip class and come out to play with you... "

"You should study seriously." Zhang Xinjie interrupted calmly.

"Okay..." The other party shrugged helplessly, "You really are..."

But Zhang Xinjie's calmness didn't last long. After watching the background of the head of the dormitory disappear into the corner in front of him, he felt a sore nose and tears fell down unconsciously.

No matter how calm and self-possessed he is, he is only a 16-year-old boy.

No matter how "youthful ambitions do not express sorrow", when parting falls from the sky, a thousand worries come to his heart, and it is not something he can parry in a short time.

He took off his glasses, wiped his eye sockets with the back of his hand, turned and returned to the club.

The day of yesterday cannot be left behind, but the long scroll of the future is slowly unfolding before his eyes.

TBC