Glory [e-sports]

The man: “……”

Wei Xiao continued, “Fight, hey, if you want to be banned from the game, then fight.”

The sentences were almost the same, but the meaning was totally different.

That person from HU had been deliberately provocative, trying to disgust them as much as possible; Wei Xiao on the other hand was like a hammer to the face that let him vent out his anger!

Yue Wenle calmed down and no longer needed Wei Xiao to hold him back.

The other side had been rebuffed right to his face and was extremely unhappy. He wanted to continue provoking them, “You guys…”

Wei Xiao interrupted him directly, not giving him a chance to speak:

“Stop talking trash. You didn’t even know how to write the word ‘Glory’ when your Uncle Tang started playing games.”

“Having a championship ring really is quite amazing. FTW has five rings. What about HU?”

“Oh, you don’t even have a single one. That’s normal, and there won’t be one for you guys in the future.”

“There’s no need for us to go back and raise pigs. Isn’t there one right in front of us?”

He had a good memory. He took HU’s provocative words and tossed them back at them word by word.

When it came to stabbing others, anyone who attempted it on Wei Xiao really hadn’t thought it through.

The people from HU’s expressions grew increasingly ugly. Wei Xiao suddenly leaned in close, his pair of dark eyes staring at the other party, giving off pressure that was as sharp as a blade of ice, condensed and sharp. “Don’t bring up Close.”

The man sneered and thought that he’d caught Wei Xiao’s weakness, “What, Close…”

“If you say another sentence,” Wei Xiao’s voice was very light, but it held a hint of madness that nothing could stop, “I’ll make sure you can’t touch Glory again in this lifetime.”

The man’s breath caught in his throat, blocking his voice and making it so that he couldn’t speak.

He didn’t dare to talk.

He could see a desperate ferocity in Wei Xiao’s eyes––

If you scold Close again, I’ll maim you even if it means I’ll be banned from the game.

When they returned to the lounge, Chen Feng could tell that the atmosphere between the three little ones wasn’t quite right.

“What’s the matter?”

Yue Wenle remained silent, and Ning Zhehan didn’t dare to make a sound, sneaking glances at Wei Xiao secretly.

Chen Feng looked at Wei Xiao, “Hm?”

Wei Xiao’s expression was heavy. “We encountered some dung beetles.”

Chen Feng: “……”

Brother Cai understood a little. “F*ck, you guys didn’t have a conflict with anyone, did you?”

This was right under the watchful eyes of the organizers. If they’d made a move here, FTW would be done for this season.

Yue Wenle spoke in a low voice, “No.”

He was very ashamed. If Wei Xiao hadn’t arrived in time, he might have…

But when he thought of how the man had scolded Tang Chen, Yue Wenle’s fists clenched––

Damn it!

One person’s achievements that had been obtained over many years of hard work had been turned worthless in the mouths of those dogs.

Wei Xiao turned to ask Chen Feng, “Coach, which week is our match with HU?”

Chen Feng: “HU?” He understood it now, too, “You guys ran into them?”

Little Ning nodded and said in a low voice, “In the bathroom…”

He spoke about it vaguely, not daring to mention Tang Chen’s name.

Although he didn’t mention it, Tang Chen could still guess at it vaguely. However, instead of feeling sad, he felt warm in his heart.

This bunch of brats felt heartache for him.

Chen Feng’s expression turned cold. He stared at Yue Wenle, “What, if Wei Xiao hadn’t gone over, would you have wanted to hit those dogs?”

Yue Wenle: “……”

Chen Feng bonked him on the head. “When will you f*cking change this temperament of yours.”

Yue Wenle let him hit and curse at will, and was also quick to acknowledge his wrongs, “I’m sorry.”

Chen Feng: “……”

If it had to be said that he was angry, then he really was angry. But if it had to be said that it was real anger, then that would be false.

This brat Yue Wenle was normally like a little suckling dog, but once he was stabbed by someone, he would instantly become rabid, willing to lose 800 troops in order to kill 1000!

But he really was very obedient when he was home, especially in front of Chen Feng. He never contradicted what the coach said, and always did as he was told. He was particularly respectful towards his ‘elders’.

Chen Feng could recite the schedule from memory, “The last game next week is between us and HU.”

When his voice dropped, the three little ones’ eyes lit up.

Ning Zhehan: “Blow them up!”

Yue Wenle: “A shutout!”

Chen Feng poured cold water on them. “HU isn’t weak this year.”

This sentence from Chen Feng could be said to have landed accurately with one hit; there was a huge surprise with the last game of the day.

In the game between RR and HU, the audience were all in favor of RR winning.

RR had been very flashy in the winter training camp. Their momentum was soaring, and especially for their mid-laner Moonlit – he’d played so well that the shrill screams from his fans came one after another.

In this game, the RR fans accounted for more than half the venue. They all cheered for Moonlit, for Money, and the light signs were dazzling.

HU, on the other hand, had very few fans. It seemed that the small group of people sitting there were all relatives and friends, like a boat surrounded by the sea. It looked a little pitiful when the camera swept over.

The more fans a team had, the more haters they had. RR’s anti-fans were also enough to cover the earth and skies.

Fans yelled that the game was a sure win, that they’d shut out the other side, and that RR’s position as number one in their group was stable.

The anti-fans took the opposite tone, “It’ll be funny when they mess up. Sitting around and waiting for the R dogs to cry bitterly.”

And then…

They really did end up f*cking poisoned by the anti-fans.

Wei Xiao and the others had just returned to the hotel when Brother Cai exclaimed, “RR lost.”

The others all looked over at the same time.

Bai Cai showed them the score: “2:0…”

Not only had they lost, RR had actually been shutout by HU!

Yue Wenle’s eyebrows twisted together, and Ning Zhehan’s eyes opened wide. Wei Xiao looked at the length of the game. “A sudden death game?”

The match time for the second game was too short. Had RR lost in less than 40 minutes?

Chen Feng glanced at it, then knocked on the table. “Don’t worry about others. Let’s first take a look at our own 2:1.”

Group A was really miserable that night.

First, FTW had lost to 3U. Then, RR had lost to HU.

They’d originally thought that FTW’s place as number one in their group would be snatched away by RR, but who could’ve known…

FTW was still first, and RR had dropped down to third place due to their low net score.

The internet blew up, and a whole group of people scolded and complained, saying that Moonlit was crappy, cursing Money for being bad, and even suspected that RR was purposely messing with their guessing currency bets (a type of currency in the game).

The FTW side didn’t pay attention to any of this. They reviewed the game for five hours, picking over all three games from the start to the end.

In the first game, FTW had won against 3U. Their overall game rhythm was alright, and there weren’t many problems.

FTW lost to 3U in the second match. On one hand, it was due to Tang Chen’s physical discomfort, but on the other hand, Yue Wenle had also been ganked until he exploded. What’s more, Asleep’s berserker thief was really worth a ban spot.

Not only was the third game the longest in terms of play time, it was also the game they reviewed the longest.

Tang Chen’s space-time knight, Wei Xiao’s shadow thief, Asleep’s storm thief, Li Chun’s zither warlock…

There were so many highlights in this match, and it was worth going over again and again to learn from it.

If the competition was a classroom lesson, then the game replay review was homework.

If they listened carefully during their class, then finished their homework after class, their progress would be rapid.

After the game replay review, everyone went to bed early.

Wei Xiao looked at the time and couldn’t help calling Lu Feng.

Lu Feng was in the midst of watching L&P’s game. He got up to leave the arena and went to find a quiet place. “Still not sleeping?”

Wei Xiao’s voice was lazy and languid, “Love letter.”

Lu Feng lowered his voice, “When I get back…”

Wei Xiao: “No way, I want to hear it now.”

Lu Feng coaxed him, “Be good, rest early.”

Wei Xiao threatened him, “Then I’m going to raise the interest!”

Lu Feng: “Alright.”

Wei Xiao’s eyelids were fighting against him. “Captain, are you going to be so far in debt you don’t worry about it anymore…”

Lu Feng could hear that he was sleepy. His voice grew softer, “I’ll still worry about it.”

Wei Xiao closed his eyes, his mouth curving up, “Hmm?”

Lu Feng gently sent him into dreamland, “I’m afraid of owing you so much that I’ll never pay it back in this lifetime.”

Wei Xiao smiled. His heart felt sweeter than honey: Then we’ll be together in the next life, the next next life, the next next next life…

FTW returned to S City the next day.

They’d only been gone for a day or two, but there was an inexplicable sense of comfort when they returned back to the base.

Soybean’s ears had been perked up a long time ago. It came flying over as soon as they got out of the car.

Ever since the husky moved to the base, its living area had become larger and better. It also ate better, and it had grown stronger and healthier. Its black fur floated in the wind, so sleek that it could nearly be featured in a shampoo !

Brother Soy ran all the way over, pausing briefly just before it reached the crowd.

Its doggy head probed in all four directions. “Rao?” Where’s my male god!

Wei Xiao reached out and caught it. “You doggy thing!” You don’t have Laozi in your heart anymore.

Soybean rubbed against him in a perfunctory manner, then continued to look around.

Wei Xiao’s heart was more than a little sour, “Whose son are you, exactly?!”

Oh, if it was his son, then it was also the captain’s son. Brother Soy really was a good dog with the right thoughts.

It was a relatively easy week for FTW that week. There was a game the day after tomorrow, but it wasn’t challenging, and they won it quite easily.

When Monday came around, the new group rankings were announced.

In Group A, FTW was first place, and RR had climbed back up to second place.

In Group B, 3U was first place, and the second place was very surprising. It actually wasn’t TPT, and was HU instead.

Yue Wenle was unhappy when he saw this team. He bit down on his potato chips with a loud crunch.

Tang Chen had always been steady. His tone was cheerful as he said, “HU is very powerful this year, hey.”

Little Ning thought about how they’d insulted Brother Tang and felt uncomfortable, “But they have bad characters!”

Tang Chen knew that they were still holding a grudge. He rubbed their heads and said, “Alright.”

He then turned his head to ask Chen Feng, “Should we make an appointment for a training match with HU?”

Chen Feng pondered it for a while.

Wei Xiao: “We’ll fight them directly next week.”

Chen Feng shot him a look, “You’re following them and losing your head.”

Wei Xiao didn’t try to explain.

He’d always felt that there was something wrong with the HU team, but he didn’t have any concrete evidence, and it wasn’t good to say more about it, but his feelings had always been accurate.

Wei Xiao had watched the game where RR lost to them before.

Had RR’s level plummeted overnight?

Was HU really strong enough to abuse RR?

No way. After taking a closer look at the second round, it was more like Moonlit had lost his head.

How was that anything like playing a game? It was clearly like something was wrong.

In the first game, Moonlit had taken the immortal warlock. This was the hero he was famous for, and he used it very well. It was the talent he’d used to hammer Xie He during the winter training camp.

However, the immortal warlock in this game had been disorderly and chaotic.

It wanted to show its strength, and it wanted to play out the thousand layers of clouds.

The thousand layers of clouds was an extreme level operation for the immortal warlock. It was similar to the shadow thief’s nine light arcs and was a series of linked up moves that was difficult to control.

Just like how only a few people in the whole of Glory could brush out nine light arcs, very few of the players who used the immortal warlock could use the thousand layers of clouds.

This kind of continuous move was too dependent on one’s state. If it could be used, it would destroy the sky and the earth, but once a player insisted on brushing it out, it would break the rhythm.

In the first game, Moonlit tripped up when it came to this.

In the second game, HU still didn’t ban the immortal warlock. It was clear that they had left it out for Moonlit to play with.

Moonlit had also lost his rationality and snatched up the immortal warlock with the first pick position. As a result…

2:0. They’d lost in a mess.

In recent days, FTW hadn’t had training matches with RR, and he didn’t know how that kid Moonlit was doing.

Wei Xiao took out his cell phone and was just about to go to RR’s official blog to check up on their latest news.

Before he could find RR’s official blog, his attention was first caught by thousands of @s.

Wei Xiao clicked them open and saw the content: HU.Han Gu @FTW.Quiet, Can you really brush out nine light arcs?

The author has something to say:

Your daddy Wei: Lie flat and wait.