Chapter 34.1: Youve only cried once. Its not enough (1/2)

Wei Xiao was very interested. He’d long felt that the off-season period was too long, and really couldn’t wait to play. Now that he was hearing about this, how could he not be excited? “Brother Chen, is it that one?”

Chen Feng: “……”

It really wasn’t that one, but… it also was the very same one.

Tang Chen laughed loudly, “It’s really 15 days of hard work, in principle.”

Wei Xiao looked at Tang Chen, “God Tang, have you participated in it before? How was it? Was it exciting!”

Tang Chen was a little stunned when he asked this.

FTW hadn’t participated last year, but they had gone two years ago.

That year, FTW was hammered very miserably. Except for Close, everyone’s mentality collapsed. After returning home, they played badly and failed to even obtain the domestic championship.

Chen Feng took over the conversation and poured figurative cold water over Wei Xiao’s head, “The last time FTW participated, we lost six straight games after returning to China.”

As soon as these words came out, the meeting room became much quieter.

Bai Cai lowered his eyes and stared at the blank desktop in front of him. It wasn’t clear what he was thinking.

Ning Zhehan’s back straightened up involuntarily.

Yue Wenle clenched his hands into fists beneath the table.

Chen Feng didn’t mean to frighten them, but if they really didn’t do enough mental preparation in advance, they would collapse even more after going.

The cruelty of the competition was the most obvious only when they were able to see the insurmountable gap between different players.

This wasn’t something that could be made up with by hard work, struggle, or persistence.

Because others had more talent, and might even be more hard working, more persistent, and have fought for even longer.

In front of this chasm as wide as the heavens, what could they use to fight against others with?

Chen Feng pointed at the training list and said, “Two years ago, FTW participated in winter training. Many teams came to arrange for training matches, since after all, it was the Team of Gods, and those who’d left FTW were so famous that there were many people who were curious.”

Wei Xiao heard about how it was two years ago and was shaken for a moment.

Chen Feng continued, “Do you guys think that it’s a good thing to have people invite you to training matches?” He sneered, “The premise is that you have the ability to cope with them.”

The FTW at the time, other than Close and Tang Chen had all been transferred in from the reserve team. These new players couldn’t even keep up with Tang Chen, let alone Close.

However, FTW had a big reputation. Close had just won the individual championship, and it was like a nail in the eyes of the global professional players.

Everyone invited FTW for training matches. Firstly, it was because they valued this old, powerful team, and secondly, because they appreciated this young new captain.

However…

5v5 matches weren’t the same as a 1v1 match. All the teams who made appointments with FTW were disappointed.

The team that was once the champion team, was already dispersed like loose grains of sand, with no sense of tacit understanding and cooperation. Even if Close was stronger, so what?

As long as they targeted Close to death, the team would be vulnerable.

There were over a dozen training matches, and FTW lost until they were a mess.

Chen Feng tried hard to give psychological support to these newcomers, trying to cheer them up and find out their faults under this strong pressure so that they could grow quickly.

But then, the mid-lane player said to him, “There’s no use! We can’t win against them! The difference is too big!”

The thing to be the most afraid of in a game wasn’t making mistakes. It wasn’t the gap in strength, nor was it a lineup that suppressed theirs; it was players who’d given up.

Given up the game, and given up on themselves.

How could they win like that!

Over the years, many teams had become completely defeated by winter training. Two years ago, FTW was one of them.

Now that they’d signed up, Chen Feng didn’t plan to hide anything. He used a calm tone to describe FTW’s experience from two years ago.

“… At the end, Close made continuous individual game appointments with people.”

It was fifteen days of training. In the first week, there were always people wanting to find FTW for training matches, but they kept losing, and lost to the point where no team was willing to play training matches with them.

But they were already there. What would it look like if they left halfway?

The fans back home could flame FTW until they disbanded.

They couldn’t leave, and could only force themselves to go on.

The proper competition was about to start soon. They couldn’t just let the last week of training be wasted just like this, right?

At the time, many people wanted to make individual match appointments with Close. At first, Close hadn’t wanted to waste any time on it, and refused everyone.

But now, there was nobody fighting the 5v5 matches with them.

What to do?

Trade solo matches for 5v5 training matches.

Chen Feng exhaled softly, “Ten solo matches for one 5v5.”

When Wei Xiao heard this, he was so distressed he almost exploded, “F*ck!”

One solo game lasted half an hour. Ten matches was five hours.

Five hours for one 5v5 training match, this was enough to make Close tired to death!

Chen Feng closed his eyes, “They also didn’t take the training matches that were obtained in this way seriously.”

‘They’ referred to Close’s teammates at the time.

They didn’t care about where the training matches had come from. They only felt that they were about to collapse, and didn’t want to play. They only wanted to escape.

The hard-earned training opportunities that Close had obtained for them was nothing but a burden, nothing but pressure and nightmares to them.

There was silence in the meeting room.

Chen Feng looked around, “Although you’ve already signed up, there’s still a chance to change your mind. You can tell me if you don’t want to go.”