System?
He definitely couldn't say it.
They definitely wouldn't believe a random excuse.
Therefore, Wang Fan came up with this excuse. The Chinese players were very powerful, especially the players from the Bronze and Silver games. For example, North America's number one Sword Saint, Brother Milk Cow, was originally a god-like existence in North America. He would kill any god he met and any buddhas he met. However, after he entered the national server, he was beaten until he shut himself in. After half a year of fighting, he had not even left Bronze.
The Sword Saint was a jungler, and he could still control the rhythm.
What about the support?
It seemed like Able was not willing to help out with this kind of weird support.
However, he would still cooperate.
If this was Able, then what about the others?
However, he didn't know. Yao Feng suddenly realized that this was the case.
" Alright, let's begin your career in the team. However, whether you can join the team will depend on your strength. It's a pity that your rank is too low. It would be great if you could become a king. Unfortunately…"
With that, Evil Wind left.
She was a member of the LPL, and her job was to be the team's leader and referee. Her work was relatively free, but she still had to sign in, right?
So, she went to sign in.
What did he want to do after that?
After the match, Able brought Wang Fan around. The second floor was very big and had many rooms. There was also a coach's office and a team training room.
It had to be said that RNG's configuration was really high.
If one could be patient, they could basically not leave the house for a month…or even longer.
Wang Fan: " Wait a minute, not going out for a month?" Doesn't this person have hair?"
"A month? This is considered a small number. Do you know how many RNG records there are?”
"There's a record of this?" Wang Fan asked.
"Yes!"
"How much is that?" Wang Fan asked.
"Seven months."
Wang Fan: " He came in wearing a sweatshirt and went out wearing a cotton-padded jacket.”
"Yes!"
"Who is it?" That awesome?"
"I…"
Wang Fan was speechless.
This answer was really concise, but this record was a little scary. Not going out for seven months? Are you a bastard?
But thinking about it, it made sense. That was Able's personality.
She was introverted, unwilling to communicate, and played games all day.
Wasn't it normal for such a person not to go out?
Able didn't have any competitions last year either, but... when he thought about competitions, Wang Fan thought about what he needed to enter the next level.
Wang Fan: " Do you know how to get to the LPL?”
"Go to the LPL? This…"
Just as Able was about to speak, he heard Coach Hoodlum say,""What are you doing? The training competition has begun. Don't slack off. 1”
"Oh!"
Ten people, five people in a group.
And... Wang Fan was also dragged over by Able.
According to the normal process, Wang Fan would also be one of them.
However, when Ah Fei saw Wang Fan, he frowned slightly. This was because he had entered through connections.
They couldn't afford to offend him, but this was a training match, not a joke.
How could this do?
"You…want to play in a training match?"
Wang Fan scratched his head." Since I'm here, I definitely have to give it a try. Let me see the gap between me and a professional player."”
"The difference?"
Hoodlum's mouth twitched. What was a silver player trying to do?
The gap?
Was this the difference between heaven and earth?
"You bring the gold first, then we'll talk. Alright, alright…Let's begin!"”
A Silver tier training match?
Absolutely not.
However, at this moment, Able said,""Let him come. I get along with him very well. It shouldn't be a problem for me to bring him along.”
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
For a moment, Hoodlum was in a difficult position.
According to the rules, Wang Fan definitely didn't have the qualifications, but Able had spoken. Able had joined RNG for a year, and it was rare for him to ask. Now that he said this, Hoodlum definitely couldn't refuse. Looking at the lineup of both sides, he finally said helplessly,""Since you've said so, then let's do it this way. Come, come, come! Let's begin."
Wang Fan couldn't participate in the training competition.
Who asked Able to speak?
Hoodlum wanted to see what coordination Able was talking about. How could a Silver Support work with a King?
Are you kidding me?
Joke?
Perhaps it was!
Both sides stepped into the training room. There were two rows of computers. In addition to these computers, there were also some central processors used to save the players 'game records. This way, they could better find the mistakes of the players. The game mode was completely modeled after the field, and the two coaches flipped coins.
Hoodlum's luck was pretty good, and he decided on the blue side.
The BPM gradually began.
No matter which choice he made, it was reasonable.
The lineup was gradually confirmed.
Hoodlum had refused to choose the Support position. He told himself that he was a Silver, and even if he was given a good champion, he wouldn't be able to play with the advantage he should have. However, he reminded himself that he was a professional coach, and he couldn't let himself become unprofessional because of such a small matter.
After analyzing the lineup, Hoodlum said,""We don't have enough champions for this round, so we chose a champion with displacement and stun. This way, we can threaten the opponent's backline while starting the team.”
"Okay, I got it!"
Hero, confirmed!
In an instant…the entire place fell silent.
The entire training room could only hear the cold words," My blade is at your service.
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