Chapter 206.2: Was this a battle between teams? (2/2)

“You don’t mind living with Yuan Ze?” Lu Feng asked him.

Kim Sung-hyun coughed dryly. “What’s there to mind? Didn’t we live together during the winter training camp.”

Lu Feng: “Oh.”

Kim Sung-hyun was anxious. “So, is there anywhere to live or not?”

Lu Feng: “…… Yes.”

Kim Sung-hyun: “Then, we’ll…”

Lu Feng: “As long as you’re willing.”

Kim Sung-hyun was delighted: Little Close was still more clever and sensible!

It was easy for L&P to arrange a training match with TPT.

TPT’s manager agreed as soon as they offered, without even asking the players’ opinions. Naturally, the players didn’t have any objections.

There were some default rules for training matches. They wouldn’t share the replay with others, but Wei Xiao and the others didn’t need to wait to watch the replay…

They squatted directly in the training room.

This was a bit underhanded, but the really underhanded one was Fu Li.

They played three training games, and L&P won them all easily.

Old G: “That’s it?” He’d learned a new phrase and was quickly making use of it.

Yuan Ze went straight to the point. “They’re obviously not trying their best.”

Gary: “That’s right… the whole network knows where we live.”

Fu Li would be possessed if he wasn’t on guard against them.

Wei Xiao disdained Yuan Ze. “It’s your fault.”

Yuan Ze: “???”

Wei Xiao glared at him. “If you weren’t living at FTW, they would let loose and play properly.”

FTW was definitely ambitious. How would they give up on the opportunity to train against L&P? This was clearly because they were afraid of alerting FTW.

Yuan Ze was choked half to death by his words. “If I wasn’t living at FTW…” Would I still be making an appointment for a training match for you at all?!

Wei Xiao: “Sigh, God Kim is still better, and he’s also better with giving oral accounts.”

Yuan Ze: “……………………”

It really was a case of the later generations suppressing the older ones and killing them off. What kind of fengshui did FTW have? How had they raised up such players where each player was only more beastly than the last?

There were two days left before the national finals.

FTW was in a good state overall. They’d practiced many new routines over several training match sessions, and their top-jungler linkage had gradually been honed to its essence, while the overall progress of their team had been speedy.

However, if a problem had to be identified with their team, there was one.

Little Ning had been an uneasy state these past few days.

Previously, for the semi-finals against 3U, Wei Xiao had trained hard with Yue Wenle and forcibly grinded out his survival ability so that he would be able to hold up the bottom lane, win against Brother Sleep, and take a quadrakill to win their ticket to the finals.

This time, when they were up against Fu Li, there would undoubtedly be a lot of pressure on the middle lane.

But Wei Xiao hadn’t shown the slightest intention to polish Ning Zhehan.

Little Ning was introverted, stopping just short of speaking about it a few times. Brother Cai discovered it and asked Wei Xiao privately, “Aren’t you going to train Brother Ning?”

Wei Xiao looked at him. “How did our Little Ning provoke you?”

Brother Cai: “…………”

He spoke bad-temperedly, “We’re about to fight against TPT. Aren’t you going to train him a bit? Like you did with Old Yue.”

Wei Xiao: “Little Ning isn’t Old Yue.”

Brother Cai grew curious. “What, is Little Ning better than Old Yue?”

This was a bit of a touchy question.

Wei Xiao was very keen. “What, did Little Ning go looking for you?”

Bai Cai: “No, but I think he’s a little flustered.”

Wei Xiao thought about it briefly. “I’ll go talk to him.”

Unexpectedly, Ning Zhehan came to find him even before Wei Xiao went looking for him.

Little Ning, who was the youngest on the team and the least experienced, also had the smallest amount of courage.

But he summoned up his courage and called out to Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao felt both amusement and heartache when he saw him like this. “What?”

Ning Zhehan’s granny gray hair had faded, showing wisps of a golden color. “I… I want to solo!”

Wei Xiao: “You want assault style training?”

Ning Zhehan nodded hard. “Yes!”

Wei Xiao didn’t say anything.

Ning Zhehan added hurriedly, “I’m not afraid; I’m not afraid of anything!”

As long as he didn’t drag the team down, as long as they could win the finals, as long as they could obtain the global competition quota, he could deal with unlimited bitterness!

Wei Xiao lowered his voice and said softly, “No need.”

Ning Zhehan was stunned and looked up abruptly, meeting his gaze with eyes filled with panic.

What did he mean…

What did ‘no need’ mean…

Was it that solo wouldn’t help him improve? Was it that he wouldn’t be able to get stronger in a couple of days? Was it that he…

Half a second of time was enough for Ning Zhehan’s face to turn ghostly pale.

Wei Xiao finished his words, “Just keep up the status quo.”

Ning Zhehan was in a daze, his brain filled with cotton.

Wei Xiao sighed. “This is the countermeasure that we came up with after discussing it with the captain. I originally didn’t want to tell you, but…”

Since he was already this nervous, it would be more detrimental not to say it.

Ning Zhehan stuttered and asked, “What countermeasure?”

Wei Xiao: “The countermeasure is to remain the same without changing, using the simplest Little Ning to deal with the most slippery Old Fu Li.”

xiin: the simplest Little Ning~