Chapter 244.1: Even a 50 percent chance shouldn’t be given up! (2/2)

Ning Zhehan immediately perked up, scolding himself bloody in his heart. What was there to lose? Captain Fu had worked so hard to come and help, why was he still worrying about his dignity!

“Let’s fight!” Ning Zhehan sat up straight and stared carefully at the screen.

This was a simple fight. The new 1v1 mode didn’t require development, planning, or even an overall view of the game. They just had to go in and fight, fight, fight.

And then……

Little Ning felt a burst of exaltation and fulfilment as he managed to smear Captain Fu all over the ground.

In the face of such a contrast, Brother Ning felt great!

He even wanted to do it a few more times.

Fu Li didn’t open up another room. “Do you feel that you’re shitty?”

Ning Zhehan shouted loudly, “No!”

Laozi was badass! He’d killed Captain Fu seven times!

Fu Li: “Then why can’t you beat me in 5v5?”

This one sentence turned Brother Ning into a withered eggplant that was half withered. “Just… um… conscious… operations…” Something like that.

Fu Li opened up both video recordings at the same time, showing him their 5v5 and 1v1.

Ning Zhehan wasn’t clear about what he was doing, but he watched along with him and soon saw the problem…

There was no need for Fu Li to say more. He could feel it himself.

He was very different in the 5v5 and 1v1.

In the former, he always ended up getting all tied up, looking forward and backward, thinking about this and that and missing countless opportunities; in the latter, he’d completely let himself go and showcased his abilities single-mindedly, leaving Fu Li unable to fight back.

Fu Li saw that he understood and explained further, “There is no perfect player. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Different strengths are suited for different teams, and their strengths aren’t any higher or lower than others. No matter which strength is taken to an extreme, they’re all very strong.”

Ning Zhehan had always been well-behaved. One of his strengths was his obedience.

Being obedient definitely wasn’t a bad thing, especially for a half-grown boy of his age. Being able to listen was definitely better than not listening at all.

Little Ning didn’t look down on Fu Li for losing just because he’d won the domestic championship. He still respected him very much.

It was this kind of unfaked, sincere feeling that had moved Fu Li and made him willing to help.

This idea that Fu Li had given him was very valuable.

Ning Zhehan was also a talented player; he was undoubtedly a genius.

However, there were many geniuses in FTW, and they were talented in very exaggerated ways.

Close and Quiet were too strong and sharp, meaning that they would inevitably overshadow their teammates. It would make others, and even their teammates, feel that they didn’t have enough talent and need to work harder. But in fact…

When it came to mid-lane operations, Ning Zhehan had very few rivals. Even Moonlit, whose strength was his excellent operations, was on the same level as he was.

This level of ability was why FTW had spent a lot of money to sign over this newcomer king.

However, FTW’s coaching team had always felt that Ning Zhehan was still young and needed to build up his experience, so they hadn’t intervened in his problems much.

Firstly, they were afraid of giving him pressure. Secondly, they were certain that these problems could only be polished with time.

However, Fu Li had given Ning Zhehan a new idea that day.

“You can’t outthink him, but can’t you beat him?” Fu Li’s black eyes were calm behind his glasses.

Ning Zhehan: “!”

Fu Li: “You’re not even afraid of Quiet, what else is there to be afraid of.”

Ning Zhehan: “!!”

That’s right, what did Little Ning, who soloed with Quiet all year around, have to be afraid of?

When it came to pure operations, who could he even be afraid of?

“But…” Ning Zhehan still had concerns. “If I just focus on killing him, I might still fall into a trap.”

Fu Li opened his mouth and said mercilessly, “For better or worse, at least there’s still half a chance of winning like that.”

Ning Zhehan was stunned.

Fu Li pushed his chair back, moved his shoulders, stood up, and said, “Think about it properly. There isn’t much time.”

Fu Li left. Ning Zhehan sat there in a daze for a long time, then finally thought it through.

For better or worse, at least there was half a chance of winning like that…

Dithering over things back and forth would end up releasing VIVI to go and provide all kinds of support to his team.

Pestering him and fighting him directly was nothing more than life or death.

It might be a trap or a feint.

He had no way to accurately pinpoint it every time, so he might as well act a bit more recklessly.

He would at least be right five times out of ten.

This degree of success was much better than getting all ten times wrong!

Fu Li had taken a bit of a gamble saying this to Ning Zhehan.

But as he’d said at the end, time was running out…

Even a 50 percent chance shouldn’t be given up!

It was often that kind of moment that would determine the outcome of a game.