Chapter 2: Two hundred per game, accompanying you until dawn (2/2)
Bai Cai gave a start. His hand moved faster than his brain and had already clicked open the voice message––
“Goddamn, Old Bai… little cutie… sugar baby… for a lifetime… cute girl… I’m going to propose!”
Bai Cai: “………”
What was the point in praying, he just needed to think for a moment to know that this beast who never censored his mouth would never say anything normal!
He even used little cutie, cute girl, and going to propose, Wei Xiao, you’re a reincarnated firework, right? You want to go up to heaven every day!
Old Bai thought about how he still had a bit of a revolutionary friendship with this guy and prepared to save him a little, “About that…”
He fell into a daze even before he finished speaking.
What the hell?
F*ck!
Close smiled!
The Great Demon King smiled!
The man who was expressionless on the stage of the finals when he won the world championship cup was actually smiling!
It wasn’t that obvious of a smile, and only the corners of his mouth were raised. The smile was very light, but it still managed to touch that pair of deep black eyes.
Bai Cai felt a stab of pain. If he took a photo of this, Lu Feng’s wife fans, madame fans, girlfriend fans, might make him an income of a hundred million!
What a pity, he only had the brain to make money, but not the guts to actually do it.
“Not replying?” Lu Feng asked him.
Bai Cai put away his ‘evil thoughts’ and hurriedly said, “No, if I reply to him at this time, I might end up beating the grass and scaring the snake.”
Seven o’clock in the morning for e-sports players was the same as two or three o’clock in the morning for ordinary people. It would be suspicious if they weren’t still sleeping at this time.
Lu Feng thought about it, “True, let him sleep.”
Bai Cai: “………”
Was it because he wrote too many short stories? How come he always felt that things were a little weird?!
Lu Feng didn’t say anything further and turned to go upstairs. Bai Cai let out a huge sigh of relief and collapsed like a rag in his chair.
Sorry, ah, Old Wei, it’s not that your brother sold you out, it’s really an unexpected event after unexpected event, it’s all accidental!
Fine, he admitted that he was a little bit in the wrong. He really shouldn’t have been ‘pimping’ in the training base.
This matter had to be explained from last night––
A new team member had joined FTW this year, a rebellious youth named Ning Zhehan who had dyed his hair granny grey. He was a mid-lane player.
<Glory> had already accumulated over ten years of experience in e-sports and had long developed a mature training system for its professional players.
The most authoritative training system was the youth training camp that was jointly established by the various clubs. It would hold trials every off-season; two years ago, Wei Xiao had been the rookie king. This year, it was Ning Zhehan.
This kid had some skills. He looked rash and impulsive, but in fact, he had a stable play style and could advance and retreat when needed. He could switch freely between mage assassins and fortress gunners, and had a strong level of adaptability.
As soon as the youth training camp ended, the teams would all start to fight over the newcomers, and FTW ultimately signed him at a sky-high price of 3 million.
A rookie going for such a high price was enough to prove how good he was.
Ning Zhehan was an eighteen year old youth. Having been praised and complimented in such a way, it was inevitable that he would become overconfident. When he came to FTW, he really believed that he could win glory for his country and come back with the world championship cup.
Yet as a result, two days after joining the team, Ning Zhehan became dispirited and passive.
In nine training games, he was an existence that totally dragged everyone back. He couldn’t keep up with the rhythm, and his game consciousness was poor. Even the technique and skill that he was most proud of was so vulnerable it couldn’t stand up to a single blow against the four-time champion Great Demon King.
How could there be such a powerful person? How could there be an existence that went against the heavens like this?
They both had two hands. How could the gap be so big!
Ning Zhehan’s granny gray hair lost its luster, and he was really about to become an old granny.
Bai Cai had seen it all before. Over the years, how many talented players had flung themselves over to join FTW and then gone off into seclusion after being beaten flat?
It wasn’t that he was exaggerating, but God Lu hadn’t even been trying his best. If he really let himself go, perhaps only the big guys at the top of the League would be able to keep up with his rhythm.
Oh… and the Wei Xiao from two years ago.
Unfortunately, that beast didn’t play in the professional circles.
In any case, Ning Zhehan couldn’t do it. Don’t judge based on how both of them were rookie kings.
These years, Bai Cai had developed a psychological shadow towards rookie kings. Although it was a bit miserable for an eighteen year old youth to go into seclusion, he didn’t want to go comfort him and acted as though he hadn’t seen anything.
Who could’ve known that even though he ignored him, this child would take the initiative to come find him? “Brother Cai, I heard that…”
His words were faltering, and he was extremely awkward.
Bai Cai understood as soon as he heard this, but he deliberately pretended not to understand, “Hm? What did you hear?”
Ning Zhehan hesitated to speak.
Bai Cai patted him on the shoulder and said, “Don’t think too much about it. It’s just a few training games, it’s fine to lose.”
But the problem was that they’d lost because of him. Ning Zhehan’s face turned white.
Bai Cai was still smiling broadly, seemingly unaware of how distressing his words were.
Ning Zhehan bit down on his lower lip and steeled himself to say, “I heard that you know a god-level training partner.”
“It’s not that extreme.” Bai Cai waved his hand, “He’s an accompanying player, not some god-level anything.”
Ning Zhehan was very serious, “But he’s defeated 90% of the professional players in the League. Even the vice-captain of the TPT team is one of his defeated opponents!”
Bai Cai muttered, “About that…”
Ning Zhehan was no longer as awkward now that he’d said it out loud. He even seemed to yearn for it, “I heard about his legend when I was in the youth training camp––nobody knows his name, and nobody has seen him before. Nobody knows his real identity, but everyone knows that he’s a behind-the-scenes powerful player in the China competition zone. Countless players have grown and improved under his hands, and countless vice-captain and even team captains figured out their play styles after experiencing his tempering…”
Bai Cai’s teeth ached when he heard this. Although it was true, once he thought about how all of this was about that boy Wei Xiao…
He didn’t deserve it!
Ning Zhehan spoke firmly, “Brother Cai, can you contact him for me? I want to grow!”
Bai Cai thought to himself: I think you want to inflict self-harm on yourself!
“He’s really just an accompanying player.” Bai Cai sighed and stressed, “One who takes money to play with you.”
Ning Zhehan: “Eh?”
Bai Cai hadn’t repeated the fact that he was an accompanying player for nothing. He was really trying to say the key point, “Two hundred per game, accompanying you until dawn.”
Ning Zhehan: “………”
juurensha: Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match, Brother Cai!
xiin: read the latest chapter and couldn’t resist updating… releases will be ‘sporadic’ (aka as fast as i can TL and my wonderful editors can edit) until we settle into a schedule~