Chapter 207.1: The truth is what seduces people. (1/2)

Ning Zhehan was dazed for a beat, then finally came up with a sentence, “So it’s like a king level player trying to predict a bronze?”

There were several ranking segments in Glory, of which the highest was king and the lowest was bronze. Translated to layman terms, this referred to a super-god level player facing a rookie baby. It wasn’t easy to predict what they’d do at all.

Wei Xiao clicked him on the forehead. “What are you thinking! You’re a national server mage king!”

Little Ning had gotten several national server rankings even before he had entered the team, and his strength was solid. Otherwise, FTW wouldn’t have paid so much to sign him on.

Little Ning’s lips couldn’t help but curve up. “Then, you’re saying that I have a simple brain that just happens to restrain the clever Captain Fu?”

This child, how come he liked disparaging himself so much?

Wei Xiao was sincere and earnest. “This is called: an instinctive player has a heavenly advantage over a godly calculator.”

In fact, the meaning was similar, but this sounded a little more grand. Ning Zhehan was now completely unable to hold down the corners of his lips as they curved up, straight towards the sun. “So that’s how it is…”

Ahhhhh, he was happy enough to explode! The captain and Brother Xiao hadn’t given up on him, and the reason they hadn’t given him special training was so that he could play out a better effect. It turned out that he just had to be himself to make the biggest contribution to the team!

Wei Xiao: “So, you’re our killer trump card, got it?”

Ning Zhehan stood up straight and stopped just short of giving a salute. “Got it!”

Wei Xiao patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. “If you’re bored and flustered, there’s a special training course I can hand over to you.”

Little Ning was excited. “Tell me, Brother Xiao, I can definitely do it well!”

Wei Xiao: “Go to the training program and practice last hitting soldiers. You don’t have to do too much, just 300 rounds.”

Ning Zhehan: “!”

Last hitting soldiers was a basic skill for players, but it was also something that had to be trained up well.

Ning Zhehan’s last hit level was okay, but there was no upper limit when it came to this kind of thing.

If he could occupy the absolute advantage for his soldier line, then his opponent would have to suffer death, regardless of whether they were a human or a ghost.

Little Ning was dazed for half a second before realizing. “I get it! Last hitting soldiers is also a subconscious instinct. I have to consciously last hit soldiers so that it becomes a subconscious habit. This way, I’ll have more advantages when facing Captain Fu in the lane!”

Wei Xiao: “…… Cough.”

Ning Gazed at him with stars in his eyes. “Am I right?”

Wei Xiao, who’d just wanted to find him something to do so that he wouldn’t panic, felt a little guilty. “Yes, that’s it.” But his tone didn’t hold the slightest hint of guilt.

Little Ning rushed away happily, muttering before leaving, “300 rounds is too few, I want to challenge 600.”

Wei Xiao: “…………”

Fine then, at least last hitting more lane soldiers wouldn’t do any harm.

Brother Cai, who’d been concerned about Ning Zhehan recently, afraid that something would happen with this cub, was surprised to find that granny gray was now filled with ambition, spirit, and vigor.

Bai Cai went to find Wei Xiao. “What kind of enchanted soup did you feed Little Ning?”

This was too amazing. Had there even been ten minutes between the ‘before’ and the ‘after’? The Little Ning who’d been wilting and withering had turned into a big tree that shot up to the sky!

Wei Xiao glanced at him. “What enchantment are you talking about? Don’t make up gossip about me.”

He had a vinegar king at home and had to be careful.

Bai Cai was too lazy to retort and asked, “What exactly did you say to him? It was more effective than the psychologists.”

Wei Xiao spoke calmly, “Did you think my ‘grandmaster’ name was an empty title?”

The corner of Bai Cai’s lips twitched. “It’s not the same.”

Wei Xiao: “It amounts to the same thing.”

Brother Cai: “……………………………”

Of course, Wei Xiao still told Bai Cai what he’d said. Causing a divide in the team because he’d kept people guessing was a low level mistake that Wei Xiao wouldn’t make.

Bai Cai was more perceptive than Little Ning, “You’re comforting granny gray, aren’t you?”

Wei Xiao asked him in return, “Don’t you believe in our mage king?”

Bai Cai fell silent meditatively.

Wei Xiao patted him on the shoulder and said, “Be a bit more confident. This guy on our team is the newcomer king from last year.”

Each year, there would be excellent newcomers who stood out in the youth training camp.

This so-called newcomer king wasn’t an official title, but it meant that a newcomer was too strong and had been acknowledged by everyone.

Regardless of whether it was Wei Xiao from back then, or that scum man surnamed Zhou, or even last year’s Ning Zhehan, their personal strength was indisputable.

What Little Ning lacked most wasn’t practice or awareness, but experience and mental strength.

Fortunately, Wei Xiao could make up for these things that he lacked.

Brother Cai breathed a sigh of relief. His expression was filled with disdain, and his mouth went against him, but he was very much won over by Wei Xiao in his heart.

In fact, Wei Xiao had also spent a period of time uncertain about what to do for Ning Zhehan.

He’d been thinking about it even before the semi-finals ended.

Yue Wenle was more familiar to him. After all, they’d soloed countless times before, and Wei Xiao had a good understanding of his character.

Afterwards, Brother Cai and Yue Wenle were partners, and Brother Cai would regularly complain to Wei Xiao. Wei Xiao might not have been with FTW, but he hadn’t skimped on any help he could give. After all, it was the person behind Caicai… er, yeah.

Wei Xiao could easily mobilize Yue Wenle, but it was a little difficult when it came to Ning Zhehan.

He’d played for a whole regular season, but Ning Zhehan had always been middle of the pack. He hadn’t dragged anyone back, but his plays weren’t particularly brilliant either.

It could be said that this jungler core play style has concealed his strength, but this was also a reflection of Little Ning’s character.

Timid, cautious. He was clearly very strong on his own, but he was like a rabbit who liked to hide in a hole, lacking self confidence.

When faced with such a Ning Zhehan, soloing would only be counterproductive.

Then, what should be done?