Su Jiu had just opened her eyes when she saw a bunch of familiar faces.
Factory Manager, Scout, Meiko, Abu, Ah Guang, Iboy…
Su Jiu was stunned at first, but she quickly understood her current situation.
He had transmigrated.
The current him had just passed the trial a month ago as the Passerby King of the Korean server and was now a substitute top player for the S League of the MDG.
He was currently in the temporary training room of the UEFA European Football League in Wuhan1.
However, looking at the scene in front of her, Su Jiu was still a little confused.
At this moment, the members of Team Edg were arguing endlessly about the next match against Team C9.
As the champion of the LPL Summer League, the No. 1 seed of the S7 World League, the team that had high hopes for the LPL fans, Team Edg, had repeatedly run into a wall in the S7 group stage.
Not only did he fail to defeat his little brother, AHQ, in the LM division, but he even managed to turn the tables in the match against SKT, leading by 10,000 gold.
Two consecutive defeats, both of which were reversed by the big advantage of the early stage. If they lost another game, they would likely be unable to get out of the group and be stuck in the top 16.
It was not easy to wait for the World Competition to be held at their doorstep. It was not easy to come to the World Competition that they had been longing for. However, they suffered such a setback and blow right after the group stage began. This severely affected the confidence of the members of the Edg team.
Under the influence of this situation, the team atmosphere in the team was no longer as high-spirited as it was at the beginning.
On the contrary, even though they were discussing the B-P strategy, the training room was filled with an unconcealable gloomy atmosphere. Everyone was in low spirits.
Meanwhile, the head coach, Nofe, and the team leader, Roman Abramovich, were discussing with the players about the next game's BPs.
"I feel that we shouldn't take on Lucian in the next game. You've seen it for yourselves in the first two games. This champion is really not suitable for this version.”
Roman Abramovich and manager Nofe had the same opinion.
Scout and the factory manager didn't think so.
"I don't think there's a problem with Lu Xi'an's choice. We just didn't handle the details well in the first two games.”
The director sat on the sofa and frowned.
Scout nodded as well.
"I also feel that Lu Xi'an has no problem. In the first two rounds, I didn't play well and the opponent had too many chances. Otherwise, we wouldn't have lost. Give me another chance, coach. The individual abilities of the members of C9 aren't particularly strong.”
The persistence of the two midfielders made Nofe and Abu feel a wave of anger.
Unlike the players who were temporarily isolated from the outside world, Nofe and Abramovich, as the head coach and team leader, had communicated with the outside world quite a lot these days, so they were also affected by the fishing vessel to varying degrees.
After two consecutive defeats, Edg had been pushed to the edge of the fishing boat.
The pressure from the club's upper management, the dissatisfaction of the domestic fans, the ridicule of the anti-fans, and the confusion and doubts of the other people in the industry about the version of the EDG, all turned into pressure on their shoulders.
Among the sounds of fishing boats, the most common sentence they heard was:
" Lu Xi'an's version is really not good. Please don't choose it!'
There were even a lot of old friends in the LPL who were concerned about Edg, and they tried all sorts of ways to contact them, hoping that they would quickly adjust and not be so fixated on Lu Xi'an.
To be honest, from a bystander's point of view, although Nofe and Abu knew that things were not as absolute as the outside world said, they more or less realized that there was indeed something wrong with the champion, Lucian. They wanted to make adjustments at this moment.
However, they were helpless. Not only Scout, but the other players also felt that there was no problem with the choice of champion. The current focus was still on controlling the rhythm. If they played again, they would definitely be able to play well.
For a moment, the coaching staff and the players argued endlessly, and no one could convince the other.
Abu stood in the middle, enduring the pressure from both sides. He really felt a headache and was extremely frustrated.
Right at this moment, when everyone was unable to reach a consensus and was staring at each other helplessly, and was instead becoming more and more quarrelsome, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Well, I think it's a good choice to choose Lucian.”
"The problem with our loss is not because of this champion. The main problem is that there is a problem with the BOSS.”
Su Jiu's sudden voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone looked at Su Jiu in unison, their eyes full of doubt and surprise.
As a small reserve with a weak sense of presence, Su Jiu was very introverted. She rarely participated in discussions about the tactical arrangement and training of the starting lineup. However, when she said such words at this time, everyone did not react.
Hearing Su Jiu's words, Abu could not help but frown.
He usually did not pay much attention to Su Jiu, who did not have much of a sense of existence.
But now, he was already a little annoyed by the quarrels of a few people. It was rare for him to have peace now. He might as well try his luck and continue asking.
"Oh? Su Jiu, do you think that Lu Xi'an, this hero, has no problem?”
"Then I'm really curious. Tell me, if it were you, how would you go to the PM?”
Abu was just asking casually.
After all, in this world tournament where the world's top teams gathered, even their professional coaching team could not produce any good results. Su Jiu was just a small reserve, so what could she say?
However, Su Jiu's answer was completely beyond his expectations.
"If it were me, in the next match against C9, they would definitely want us to continue choosing Lu Xi'an. Then we'll satisfy them. Not only will we choose Lu Xi'an, but we'll also choose him first.”
When he said this, not only Abu, but the other members also laughed.
Iboy complained.
"It's really just three choices, Lu Xi'an. But Ah-Jiu, if this is really the case, there's no difference between this and our previous BG.”
Su Jiu shook her head and looked up at the crowd with a confident smile.
"Who said that I have to choose the middle lane just because I choose Luthian?”
Choose Lucian not to run in the middle?
Then where should we go?
Wasn't this version of the bottom lane Lucian for free?
You, Su Jiu, are the king of the Korean server. You shouldn't say such stupid things, right?
For a moment, everyone was filled with doubts.
However, in the next second, as Su Jiu continued to explain, the gazes of the people in the group gradually changed.
"This, you can play like this?"
“……”
Twenty minutes later.
After listening to Su Jiu's train of thought and detailed rhythm, the entire training room fell silent.
After a long time, Nofe, the head coach, was the first to speak.
"I think Su Jiu's idea of backtracking is completely feasible, but Ah Guang's Hero Pool doesn't meet the requirements for this tactic.”
After saying this, he looked at Su Jiu, who looked relaxed, and asked.
"In the next match, if you were to go up on your own, do you have the confidence to play well?”
Su Jiu chuckled in response.
Was he confident?
Nonsense! I was waiting for you to say that!
"I promise to complete the mission!"
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