Shi Luo had actually been expecting NSNs loss to Sacred Sword.
It was true that NSN has changed to a more powerful sniper this year, but Saints sniper wasnt weak either. Comparing the two, NSN didnt have any exceptional advantage over Saint.
Last years domestic champion Team Saint was defeated 2-0. It was only normal for NSN to be defeated by Sacred Sword.
Not to mention, Wawa wasnt as skilled as Angel Sword.
Shi Luo typed and replied to Wawa.
[Evil]: [How many times were you cycled?]
[Awa]: [*Shaking all over*...In the second game, 21 deaths! ]
[Evil]: [Thats not bad. You still havent broken my record. ]
[Awa]: [Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I hate it! Why am I not an assassin-type medic! ]
[Awa]: [If I were like Yu Shen, I could have at least killed them once or twice, instead of just being beaten over and over!]
Shi Luo typed.
[Evil]: [No need to study Whisper. His style of play isnt suitable for you. Your milktank play is pretty good. It just as good as the other medics.]
[Awa]: [But milktanks cant kill!]
[Awa]: [Shi Ge, do you know how dirty they play?! ]
[Awa]: [One time we winded up face to face. It was three on three. We staked it all but we still couldnt beat them. But thats not the problem!!!]
[Awa]: [Sacred Sword killed out two strikers and when I was the only one left they didnt kill me! ! ! Shooting left, shooting right, they deliberately missed and had me run away by myself!
! ! ]
[Awa]: [Are they teasing a dog? ! ! !
]
Shi Luo frowned. He hadnt encountered Sacred Sword in two years. After their reorganization, Sacred Swords style became more and more disgusting.
What kind of sick joke was that?
[Evil]: [How many to how many?]
[Awa]: [......]
[Awa]: [Same, 2-0. ]
[Awa]: [I feel like Im gonna explode from how angry I am, but...I cant tell you the details. ]
[Evil]: [I understand. I didnt want to ask either.]
[Awa]: [There are only two choices before me now. ]
[Awa]: [One way is to switch to a striker, sleep on brushwood and taste gall, lie low and bide my time.]
[Awa]: [The second choice...is to add another hour to my daily training T0T.]
[Evil]: [Then youre going to have to make sure you get some rest. Strike the proper balance between work and rest.]
[Awa]: [55555...Youre not a good friend. Im going to go look for Angel Sword Gege to cry.]
In the training room, Puppy, who had just finished a game, stretched his body. He tilted his head, saw Shi Luo and raised his hand. Old Qiao, Player Evil is playing on his phone during training time.
Old Qiao himself was playing on his phone. Without even raising his head, he said, Hes waiting to enter the game. Whats wrong with messing on your phone in the meantime?
He obviously isnt, Puppy said lazily, Look at his computer screen, he hasnt even queued up.
Shi Luo looked up, expressionless. NSN has finished their practice match.
Old Qiao hurriedly put his phone aside and said anxiously, Howd it go?
Except for Yu Sui, who was still playing a game, all the others in the training room turned to look. Yu Sui took off the headset and placed it on the table but he kept his eyes trained on the computer screen.
Shi Luo put down his phone, Same, two to zero. Wawa is considering switching to a striker.
Chen Huo was dazed for a couple of seconds. After some thought, he said, Uh...it seems like there isnt anyone.
Chen Huo was quick to take back what he said. He cleared his throat and said to Zhou Huo, Tell them we cant possibly bring ourselves to fight against our old boss so we cant accept their invite for a match.
Zhou Huo sighed, Saint and NSNs managers have contacted me. Theyre also suggesting that I should try to refuse them if I can. I think so too. Although, this has got me a bit alarmed, fortunately, Im pretty thick-skinned.
Zhou Huo looked at Old Qiao, What do you think?
Old Qiao was silent for a moment and shook his head, I cant agree to accepting or refusing them so I cant offer any opinions on this.
Zhou Huo looked at Shi Luo, Evil?
Shi Luo had one foot on his gaming chair. He spun a lighter with his fingertips. Pursing his lips and shaking his head, he said, Same, no comment.
Zhou Huo looked at Yu Sui, Whisper? Are you finished? Whats your opinion on this?
Yu Sui hadnt finished his game yet. He kept his eyes trained on the screen and said, My opinion?
Yu Sui quickly ended the game and pushed the keyboard in. He said, I think we should play.
Chen Huo gave a hollow laugh. You dont have to say it that strongly. If we lose, its your face theyre gonna walk all over the most. They told you before that you definitely wouldnt be able to win the championship if you return to the domestic league.
If you lose to them now, wouldnt it just prove that they hit the nail on the head?
I dont care about winning or losing. Thats not the problem here. Yu Sui tapped lightly on his keyboard, I just want to have a try against their new starters.
Zhou Huo was dumbfounded, Why would you need to do that? Its good enough that you know how powerful they are. Theyve already carried off two teams. You can already tell how powerful they are.
Yu Sui shook his head lightly, If I dont fight them myself, then I cant grasp the details clearly.
If you want to know, just look at the videos of their regular season games. Zhou Huo raised his chin and said, You can just look for it on the internet.
Its not the same. Old Qiao, to the side, explain in a deep voice, There are a lot of details that can only be grasped if the player themselves play. Theres no sense in watching a match from a birds-eye point of view.
Zhou Huo blurted out, Then go ask Saint and NSN!
The other five people in the room all turned to look at Zhou Huo at the same time. Zhou Huo paused, and said helplessly, I dont understand. We can do it secretly, no one will find out anyway. What does it matter if we watch the video of their practice matches?
Sacred Sword abused them so much, theyd probably be fine showing us the videos so that we can get revenge for them, right?
Its a matter of principle. Even a team as disgusting as Sacred Sword wouldnt steal a look at another teams practice videos, let along Saint and NSN. Chen Huo curled his lip, This would be exposing the teams tactics. Us professional players still have a bit of a bottom line.
Zhou Huo said embarrassedly, Okay, then... then there isnt actually any need to schedule a practice match just to suss out their situation, right?
Yu Sui said calmly, If you dont schedule a practice match with them early on, the next time we meet them might already be at the World Championship competition. Of course, assuming we can enter the World Championships. Then? When we get there, are we going to kowtow because we met a strong opponent?
Zhou Huo remained undecided. While everyone was in a deadlock, Zhou Huos phone lighted up.
Zhou Huo tremblingly unlocked the phone. He glanced at it and slapped his forehead. He groaned out, Sacred Sowrds here...
Time to make a decision. Zhou Huo said helplessly, fight or not? Ill reply to them now.
Yu Sui has already expressed his position. Old Qiao still refused to give an opinion either way. Puppy and Zhou Huo suggested not to fight. Chen Huo said that if their medic didnt care, then he didnt f*cking care either.
Zhou Huo placed his last hope onto Shi Luo. He said pitifully, Evil, now the number of votes is two to two. Youre the deciding vote! You dont really want to fight, right?
Shi Luo hesitated slightly, before he could speak, Yu Sui, to the side, suddenly coughed.
Zhou Huo was overly anxious and said angrily, What are you? Some middle schooler?! Sending out secret signals?
Shi Luo glanced at Yu Sui. He pursed his lips and said, Play.
Zhou Huo was disheartened and reluctantly replied to Sacred Swords manager.
Yu Sui picked up his headphones and put them, continuing to play. After a while, his phone buzzed. He picked up the phone and
[Evil]: [I helped you out with that vote... Will you... play a few games with me during your live broadcast tonight? ]
[Evil]: [Not as an assassin-type medic, but... As a milktank. ]
[Evil]: [...OK? ]
Yu Sui turned his head to look in Shi Luos direction. Shi Luo was staring out the window, looking ill at ease.
Yu Sui took in a light breath. This felt a bit familiar.
Was little Shi Luo acting spoiled with him?