translator: xiin
editor: apricot
No matter how short of time they were, having made it into the global top four, there was still time for a good meal.
Money tightened his belt to make a cool entrance, inviting everyone to eat at a wagyu hotpot place that had an average cost of 2000RMB per person!
He spoke easily and was full of pride, all the way until his own Moonlit stabbed him with a verbal knife. “Everyone?”
Money: “Yes!”
“Everyone?”
“Of course!”
FTW’s second team wasn’t there, so it was only the starter team and two coaches. At most, there would only be an additional Liuliu, so no matter how poor Money was… f*ck!
Who would’ve dared to think…
That ‘everyone’ actually meant so many people!
L&P’s five starters and their coaches, Pro’s Kim Sung-hyun and Li Heran, 3U’s Asleep and Brother Chun (God Yi was busy at the base), TPT’s captain and FTW’s temporary coach Fu Li…
Money saw countless heads at a glance, and his sweat started falling like rain. “Sorry, I’ve disturbed you, goodbye!”
He shouldn’t have even thought of running. Wei Xiao whistled, and Brother Soy dashed over and pounced. This guard dog husky could go and take the exam for a security license!
Mo Hui wailed, “Caicai.”
Bai Cai was expressionless. “There’s no car for you, but you can keep your life.”
Money wailed and fell into Brother Soy’s embrace.
Don’t ask Money how much money was spent. Even Scum Man Yuan acknowledged him as Brother Hui, which was enough of an indicator on its own.
After crying all night, Mo Hui returned to his base and was just about to call his sister to borrow a ‘little’ bit of money when he saw the WeChat message that Lu Feng had sent over.
Once he clicked it open… “F*ck!”
Moonlit raised his eyelids and looked at him.
Mo Hui cursed and scolded as he sent out a voice message. “Old Lu, are you looking down on me? Do I need you to transfer me money? Do you think Laozi can’t even afford to shout a meal?”
Lu Feng sent over a pair of dead fish eyes: ==
Mo Hui’s eyebrows relaxed, and his eyes smiled. “Thank you, President Lu!”
Just based on the speed with which he accepted the transfer, it was clear there was no hint of any unwillingness to be looked down upon and that he would be completely willing to be looked down on a few more times. Only by being looked down on by President Lu could he spend lavishly every day without worries.
After leaving the restaurant and returning to the base, Wei Little Xiao leaned bodily against his boyfriend.
Since there was no one around, Lu Feng let him do as he liked.
Wei Xiao licked his bottom lip. “Captain~”
Lu Feng looked down at him.
Wei Xiao’s black, black eyes darted around, and then he started putting on an act. “I’m drunk!”
They had a game coming up soon. How could there have been any alcohol on the table?
Wei Xiao spoke in a reasonable tone. “The drunken crab! I ate most of the plate!”
Lu Feng was silent.
Wei Xiao continued to mess around with him. “I’m really drunk, too drunk to walk.”
Lu Feng’s thin lips shifted slightly.
Wei Xiao could hear his intentions clearly. He blushed. “There’s, there’s no need, your arm… ah…” He was forcibly picked up.
He might mess around, but it was impossible for Wei Xiao not to think about Lu Feng’s arm even if he knew it had recovered. “No, no, no, I’ll walk by myself, I…”
Lu Feng interrupted him. “Aren’t you too drunk to walk?”
Wei Xiao: “……”
Lu Feng kissed his brow. “Be good.”
Wei Xiao: “!”
Now, he was really a little drunk, drunk on his boyfriend’s voice, which had the same effect as a good wine.
Then, he got even more ‘drunk’.
So drunk he was intoxicated.
Early the next morning, Wei Xiao had reason to suspect that Yuan Ze was unhappy about losing when he came to find ‘revenge’ on them early in the morning.
Who did training at 9AM in the morning!
There was no such thing as the morning in e-sports!
What did the sun look like at 9AM? Ask any e-sports player other than Close whether they’ve ever seen such a thing!
Yuan Ze’s reasoning was very plausible. “The semi-finals are in two days, are you even able to sleep? When Old Xie beats you 3:0, I’ll accompany you in resting then, all the way until the heavens turn into a wasteland and the earth gets old!”
FTW’s three little ones: QwQ
They had a feeling that there was something very scary behind those words.
Old G had also been injected with chicken blood. “Hurry up, hurry up, have you guys gone over the game replay for the eight into four? Did you analyze the problems from the second and third matches? If not, I’ll help you guys.”
L&P had won those two matches. They might’ve lost the game, but they couldn’t lose out on this kind of momentum. Having the chance to beat up their opponents so soon could comfort their injured little hearts.
VIVI and the others were more subtle. They simply went into the training room first, snatching up the best positions and starting up the training programs to warm up.
They hadn’t found satisfaction in the eight into four game, so they would definitely have to beat FTW up until their heads were covered in bruises through training matches!
Wei Xiao had gone wild last night. Although he wasn’t too tired, he was still hollowed out.
There was no helping it…
Who told his boyfriend to be increasingly capable? If he was X-ed to death, then there was no way Close could be innocent!
Old G saw how Wei Xiao looked and quickly used his newly learned Chinese to type out: “What’s the matter? Kidney deficiency?”
The people in the room who knew the situation: “………………”
Wei Xiao lifted his eyelids and looked at him. “Mm.”
The people in the room who knew the situation, again: “……………………”
It really was a case of one person daring to ask, and the other daring to answer. Have you guys considered how the insiders feel?!
After resting for a short while post breakfast, the training matches began in earnest.
Perhaps it was because yesterday’s game had been too exciting, but everyone was still burning with enthusiasm, and they all charged ahead at full steam for the training matches with everyone trying their best.
It was fortunate that the investor daddies couldn’t see it, because otherwise they would be wringing their hands and lamenting. “Stream it, open up a live broadcast and stream it!” Imagine how much traffic they would draw in!
It was impossible for them to stream the games, but there was no way to avoid having onlookers for their game.
Kim Sung-hyun arrived late and helped himself to some dinner along the way.
Yuan Ze disdained him. “Why don’t you hurry up and go back to training, do you still have time to mess around everywhere?
The other highlight of the semi-finals was Y1 and Pro. Although they were old opponents, it would really be difficult for Pro to win against Y1 this year.
Y1 had an advantage against Pro, just like how Pro had an advantage over EVE.
Their line-ups were different, so it would be difficult for them even if they had the same level of strength. This was especially the case for those with distinctive team styles; going up against those teams would leave them with enough worry to fill up a cow.
Last year, Pro had had a huge advantage over EVE, using their four protecting one line-up to beat EVE up until they were covered with bruises all over. This year, the tables had turned and Pro was up against a difficult opponent.
Y1’s play style was a bit like a bug. On one hand, they could drag down reckless attack teams like L&P in the early stages, and on the other, they could also rely on their highly balanced line-ups to kill late stage marksman DPS teams, like Pro.
Pro and Y1 had also had countless training matches together. Kim Sung-hyun really did have a psychological shadow when it came to Yan Jiang.
Originally, after returning back to his home country for his big brother, Proud Flower Kim finally had his own attentive support. But he wasn’t able to remain elated for long before getting beat up by Captain Yan until things were made clear again.
Li Heran is protecting you?
Oh.
Pro was playing four protecting one?
Oh.
None of that could beat Yan Jiang’s precision control. If Kim Sung-hyun was controlled, then he couldn’t deal any DPS even if he hadn’t died yet.
The purification skill had a cooldown time of nearly two minutes. Yan Jiang’s control skills could be used every seven or eight seconds. How could this possibly compare?
In the past, it wasn’t full-game BP, so Li Heran could still take a purification support talent to protect Kim Sung-hyun. Now…
There were five matches, but there was only one talent that could dispel control skills.
What’s more, dispelling the control skills might not be enough to save Kim Sung-hyun. The other four players in Y1 had never been easy targets. Regardless of whether it was their top-lane warrior, mid-laner mage, jungler, or bottom lane marksman, they were all top level players. They may not match up to the former Team of Gods, but they were a new generation of gods!
So, for the semi-finals, Pro had an even smaller chance of winning than FTW.
FTW had won against L&P, and they had a good chance of winning against EVE.
EVE, in these past two years…
They’d been quite problematic.
They were one of the top four in the world and the runner up team in Europe. Xie He showed the flair that a top level player should have, but this team always seemed to have an inexplicable sense of discordance.
If FTW could be said to have become strong when facing weak teams and become even stronger when up against strong teams, then EVE was super strong against weak teams, and showed very obvious flaws against strong teams.
If FTW could play steadily in the eight into four games, then there was hope that they could win the semi-finals.
Of course, everyone in L&P had something to say about this. “If you don’t win the semi-finals, we’ll take you down!”
‘You’ naturally referred to Wei Little Xiao.
Who told him to say such fierce things in front of the whole world? There was a heavy price to pay for being so badass; wasn’t he getting ‘love and care’ from his big brothers now?
But Wei Xiao didn’t cower. He wasn’t afraid of anything except his boyfriend. Let alone training matches, even round robin battles weren’t a concern for him!
Of course, he didn’t dare to say these things out loud. If he did, then his boyfriend would let him understand what ‘fear’ was.
After having been busy for forty eight hours, Kim Sung-hyun stuck a popsicle into his mouth and said leisurely, “You seem quite happy being a free accompanying player.” This was aimed at Yuan Ze.
Teacher Yuan, who was exhausted from playing so hard, who hadn’t tried this hard even for his own championship: “……”
Old G, who understood Chinese, slapped his own thigh. “Oh yeah!”
For them to act as free practice partners like this, weren’t they getting too into it?
Wei Xiao looked at Kim Sung-hyun. “God Kim, what kind of accusations are you levelling here!”
Everyone: “………”
Kim Sung-hyun almost choked on the popsicle: Wei Little Xiao, you’re really capable. You took advantage of others but aren’t trying to act well-behaved, why are you acting so justified and righteous!
Scum Man Yuan, who’d been fooled for two days and had practically taken out his heart and lungs for them, recovered his wits. “Little Lunatic Wei…”
Wei Xiao cleared his throat. “When we’re the champions, you guys will…”
Yuan Ze wasn’t going to fall for this. “Shut up!”
Wei Xiao: “…… Cough.”
These leeks had come to their senses and wouldn’t let themselves get cut down anymore. Wei Xiao shot Lu Feng an aggrieved look.
President Lu lived up to his name as a leading capitalist. “It’s about time, rest early.” They could toss these sets of leeks out after they were done with them and switch to cutting down another plot of them instead.
Wei Xiao’s eyes lit up, his worship almost forming words: The captain was much at a much higher level than him when it came to these things.
How could Yuan Ze accept this? He had to get even somehow.
This free training had to be done until the end, but he could get something back.
What was he asking for?
He glanced at Wei Xiao, looking at how this stinky brat’s little tail was flipped up to the sky and felt distinctively unhappy. “Play another round.”
For once, Wei Xiao fell into his trap. “More?” Come on, come on, he wouldn’t be tired no matter how long they played. One of these training matches was worth ten others. In just two short days, FTW had already made progress in leaps and bounds. His confidence in winning against EVE was reaching an unprecedented high!
Yuan Ze sounded somewhat ominous. “Yes.”
Wei Xiao could sense that something was off. He leaned towards his own captain. “Captain Yuan, what kind of bad idea did you come up with?”
Yuan Ze picked up the big fool on his side and tossed him over to FTW. “We’ll switch sides.”
Wei Xiao: “???”
Gary: “?????”
Scum Man Yuan’s bandit heart might not have been seen for a long time, but it wasn’t dead.
They’d been accompanying players for so long and had taken out their hearts and lungs to teach the other side so much. It seemed a little bit unreasonable if they didn’t satisfy Yuan Ze’s small request.
Wei Xiao agreed magnanimously. “Okay!” It was just a temporary team change with Gary. Playing around to relax a bit was pretty good, too.
Gary wasn’t the slightest bit sad about being abandoned by his captain. Instead, his voice trembled with excitement. “For real? I, I get to play with…” He wanted to be in the same team as his male god!
Two pairs of sharp eyes swept over, and Old G shut up.
Wei Xiao grew angry. “No switching!” This Old G was always coveting his boyfriend!
Yuan Ze bonked Gary on the head. “What? Are you very aggrieved at being in the same team with me?”
Old G: “Ah…” He was so anxious that he started to spout English.
Of course, they ended up switching teams.
The game was tomorrow. Having some fun for once would be good for their body and minds.
Wei Xiao temporarily became L&P’s jungler king, but his eyes were filled with ‘hatred’ for Gary.
He would change his last name if he didn’t beat him up until he exploded tonight!
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