Glory [e-sports]

Granny gray exclaimed in shock, “I killed President V!”

Brother Cai: “……”

Sigh, it seemed that the MVP of Glory’s Mic Explosion King would be Little Ning this time around. Wei Little Xiao had finally stepped down, allowing Little Ning to make a debut!

Little Ning couldn’t be blamed for being so surprised.

FTW was very familiar with VIVI. The two teams had an unclear, messy, and complicated relationship, which resulted in them arranging countless training matches together. They’d faced off against each other too many times, and each position knew their counterpart very well.

In previous training competitions, President V had always been able to casually suppress Little Ning until he was left in tears. It was often a situation where the mid-lane collapsed and FTW was unable to turn the tables during the training matches.

During the current official game, Ning Zhehan had said that any game they played was a game earned. He mostly felt that way in his heart, but they’d already entered the top eight and had gotten the domestic championship. It was impossible for him to have no ambitions at all, and there was always a tiny part of his heart that shouted, “Win against VIVI, win against L&P, and charge into the global top four!”

However, Ning Zhehan became clear headed again as soon as he went to look at previous training matches.

He couldn’t win… couldn’t win in all kinds of ways.

Skills were the easiest to make up for, but consciousness was something that was too mysterious.

When entering the canyon, one had to integrate into the canyon. Every second, every moment, and every stage held unlimited possibilities.

Routines could be filled in ahead of time, but when faced with the ever-changing game situation, hard strength was needed for accurate on the spot responses.

This was obviously what Ning Zhehan lacked.

It was difficult to pinpoint how to make up for it, because it was something that had to be built up over countless competitions.

After going through game replays over and over again, Little Ning had grown more and more frustrated. Fu Li, who was practically living at FTW at the time, caught sight of it by accident. “What’s the matter?”

Ning Zhehan was a little afraid of Fu Li. Firstly, this man had been born with an appearance that kept people at a distance. Secondly, it was a learning scum’s natural fear of a study god. Little Ning had been disdained as being too noob at learning by even the last in his class, and he cowered when he was faced with the top student from Nanjing University. “No-nothing…”

Fu Li glanced at the screen. “Worried about VIVI?”

Little Ning: “Yeah…”

Fu Li pulled out an e-sports chair and sat down. “Play it back again.”

Ning Zhehan: “Oh, okay!”

There was a Godly Calculator beside him, leaving Little Ning a bit absent-minded as he watched the replay.

On the other hand, Fu Li was very focused. He kept watching the mid-lane, and when he reached a certain spot, he pressed the pause button. “Here, why did you retreat?”

Ning Zhehan thought back. “At the time, I thought that I couldn’t kill him…”

Fu Li: “And as a result?”

Little Ning: “……” As a result, he’d let VIVI go, allowing him to go to the bottom lane and mess up Lele.

Fu Li didn’t say anything and continued watching the game replay. There was another time where VIVI and Ning Zhehan had another close encounter. He once again pressed the pause button. “Why did you attack here?”

Little Ning: “……”

Fu Li: “You felt that you could kill him?”

Ning Zhehan sighed. “I was reckless.”

In fact, that had been a trap that VIVI had been waiting for him to jump into. Not only had he not killed anyone, he’d been killed instead.

It was a training match that lasted over 40 minutes. Ning Zhehan and VIVI had many skirmishes. After all, they were both in the mid-lane, and fighting broke out there all the time.

If Ning Zhehan and VIVI were on their own, the two of them were akin to an adult stringing up and beating up a child.

VIVI clearly knew what Ning Zhehan was thinking, while Little Ning wasn’t able to understand VIVI at all.

The most important thing was that Little Ning was still trying to understand. This effort pushed him even further into a dead end.

Fu Li started up a game room. “Come on.”

Little Ning: “???”

Fu Li: “1v1.”

Ning Zhehan: “But this is the team map…”

Fu Li glanced at him. Little Ning shivered and quickly hurried into the game.

1v1 could also be played in a 5v5 map. The system would automatically pair them with AI teammates to fill in the gaps.

This kind of room was often used by regular players to train up talents. Professional players, who had a whole pile of accompanying players to pick from, wouldn’t bother with this mode.

Little Ning felt that this was very novel. And then, he was blasted to bits by Fu Li!

Fu Li was obviously a VIVI-type mid-laner who was black bellied and could scheme against others. When it came to tricking little cubs, he could take down three on his own.

He even used VIVI’s routines to accurately ensnare Ning Zhehan.

After a game, Little Ning grew even more disheartened. He’d already lacked confidence, and now, he had wilted even more. He even thought…

If Fu Li was FTW’s mid-laner, then how good would it be…

How could he hide these kinds of small thoughts from Fu Li?

Fu Li started up another room, but this time it was a pure solo game. “Come.”

Ning Zhehan accepted the invitation. He was a little wilted.

Fu Li wasn’t the type of character who would coax others. “If you don’t want to fight, then forget it.”

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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.