Glory [e-sports]

The FTW team chat was filled with laughter, and the previous hazy restraint was swept away.

Bai Cai: “This could only happen to you.”

Although this was a bit different from the scenario Little Ning had come up with, but… it was still awesome!

Ning Zhehan: “Brother Xiao, badass!”

Wei Xiao was restrained. “It was just luck.”

Everyone was even more amused.

The commentators were stunned by their laughter when the camera switched to show the FTW players. They went on to say, “It seems that the atmosphere in FTW is very good.”

“Although they’ve lost one small point, they seem to be dealing well with the overall situation.”

“I wonder how FTW will break TPT’s strategy in this game. Let’s watch together!”

The scrolling comments were also murmuring amongst themselves, “They’re still so happy during a decisive game?”

“Wasn’t it just First Blood? Is that anything to brag about?”

“Could it be that they’re giving up the game and planning to go home directly with a 0:2?”

“It’s over, it’s over, it wasn’t easy for them to get lucky once like a blind cat finding a dead mouse. Once their egos get inflated, they’ll be done for again.”

“Seriously, I don’t think that Quiet’s First Blood was obtained with his eyes closed.”

Analysis emperors showed up immediately. “Wei Xiao definitely sensed something. Just think about it, who would start brushing out nine light arcs for a small dragon?”

“But there was no vision in that spot. How could Wei Xiao know that Fu Li was squatting there?”

“This jungler of FTW’s really isn’t simple. Not only does he have excellent operations and a strong sense of awareness, he can even keep up with Captain Fu.”

A fangirl interjected, “And he’s also very handsome!”

The analysis emperors turned a blind eye to this scrolling comment and continued to chatter away, “Unfortunately, there’s no way to watch a replay in the live broadcast, but based on my own memory, I’ve captured three main points. First of all, Quiet started to stack damage with the wolves. This distance was very subtle. Look at the line chart; as long as the shadow thief arrives at this position, goes up, then turns back, he’s bound to be able to…” (700 words omitted here)

“It has to be said that Quiet is a real and genuine opportunist.”

The scrolling comments were filled with large segments of text; there was reasoning and explanations everywhere.

The little members of the general audience didn’t quite get it but felt that they were all very amazing.

When they went back to Glory’s Mic Explosion King later when the team chat had been released to the public––

The analysis emperors: I’m sorry, I’ve disturbed you. Just let me retire, isn’t that enough?!

No matter what the truth was, FTW really found a breakthrough in this game!

There was heavy significance to killing Captain Fu. Not only did it break their ambush, it had also disrupted the rhythm of TPT’s game.

Although Fu Li could still look at the overall situation and give instructions and arrangements to his teammates while dead, he’d lost parts of his ‘vision’ after dying. He couldn’t move when he was dead on the ground, and there were only four TPT members who could move around now. With only four pieces of ‘vision’, his decisions were bound to be less comprehensive than they would be if there were five.

At least 700 out of the 800 words of the analysis emperors’ essays were bullshit, but the last sentence was true.

Wei Xiao was an opportunist.

Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, once he latched onto his opponent’s throat, he would chase after them relentlessly, hammering TPT until they were crying with scrunched up faces!

Fu Li had only just resurrected and hadn’t yet come out of the fountain when a fierce group fight broke out on the bottom lane.

FTW had two reckless players, but the number one position didn’t go to Wei Xiao. It was Yue Wenle.

God Le had long been unhappy with Eurostar. It was fortunate that this death fearing thing used to play in the top lane, because now, he’d become so cowardly he was like a steamed bun.

So what if he was an ADC? ADCs could also play tough!

Yue Wenle hadn’t been able to obtain any advantages in the previous game, but he managed to catch a few opportunities in this game.

As soon as Wei Xiao came down, he shot at Eurostar like crazy, rolling and flipping around, breaking through his armor and using basic attacks to take down half of Eurostar’s health with a swish.

TPT’s support was scared into hurriedly healing him back up, wishing he could feed his own health to their Eurostar-star.

Eurostar perked up his ears. “I always feel like there’s a grandmaster nearby.”

His captain said, “Be a bit more confident. Get rid of the ‘feel like’.”

Eurostar: “! “

The shadow thief directly snuck around the back of the tower, using its shadow attack to change positions, and killed him off easily with basic attacks.

“Cool!”

“Two kills at the start of the game, and it’s the two c-positions. FTW’s rising up to heaven in this game!”

“The inherited shadow thief is real, this talent really shouldn’t be released!”

“Quiet!! Mama loves you!! Keep it up!!! Hammer the Li-Star CP until they’re ill-fated mandarin ducks!”

The Li-Star sisters weren’t happy. ‘There’s no need to step on us like this. Your own seclusion sisters’ house has already collapsed!”

Um……

The dispute between CPs had always been fruitless since ancient times. This segment will be cut short.

FTW’s farm was snowballing quickly, relying entirely on pure recklessness.

We heard that your TPT is like a net. Can your net catch a bunch of thorns?

Sorry, any thorn that could get caught in the net simply wasn’t hard enough.

We’ll be tough to the extreme and pierce through your net!

In the last wave, Quiet gave Eurostar-star a very beautiful nine light arcs.

Eurostar wailed loudly, “My flash, invincibility, resurrection armor, and hidden knife have all been used up!”

So, he could only wait to die.

After Eurostar fell, Fu Li forcibly killed off Tang Chen and Bai Cai.

Brother Cai roared, “Old Wei, get revenge for me!”

Wei Xiao: “’Kay.”

The shadow thief stabbed the fire mage in the back. The blood blade flashed, destroying his soul and taking his life!

Fu Li fell to the ground. TPT had already come to the end of their road in this game.

Wei Xiao and Yue Wenle went straight to TPT’s crystal alongside the super soldiers and blew up TPT’s base with guns and blood blades.

Victory!

FTW had pulled the score back!

The score was now 1:1, and the next match would be the real showdown.

Who won and who lost would all depend on this last match.

After two matches was a half-time break. The players stepped down one after another and went to the backstage lounge.

Chen Feng was waiting for them there. Wei Xiao and the others pushed the door in and were surprised to find two ‘outsiders’.

Cong Yi greeted them, “Hello, I’m FTW’s substitute Yiyi.”

Bai Cai: “……”

Little Ning: “……”

Yue Wenle: “……” Crunch.

Wei Xiao: “Yiyi? You’re so disgusting.”

Cong Yi: “…………” The names you call out are even more disgusting!

The two people who’d been acting as substitutes on the bench had also followed them into the lounge.

Brother Sleep leaned against the sofa, half-awake. It was obvious that he’d been concentrating on watching the game just now and had exhausted all his energy reserves.

Wei Xiao sat next to him and poked him. “What are you doing here?”

Asleep: “……”

Wei Xiao didn’t need Cong Yi to translate for him. He could chat with Sleep God for half an hour all on his own, “Don’t think about coveting my position. Laozi’s strong and healthy and in excellent condition. I don’t need a substitute!”

He now had a psychological shadow when it came to the word substitute and would be flustered no matter who it was.

Asleep pried his eyelids open far enough to glance at him. “Win.”

Wei Xiao: “Nonsense. Not only will we win against TPT, we’ll also beat you guys up until you’re looking for your teeth all over the place in the playoffs.”

Asleep: “Fart.”

Wei Xiao forcibly misinterpreted Brother’s words, “No, no, no, we’re all brother teams, how could we beat you up until you’re farts.”

Asleep: “…………”

The whole room of people: “…………”

Little Ning turned his head to look at Cong Yi and found that Sleep God’s exclusive translator was very calm and even smiling and laughing. He didn’t seem to show even the slightest intention of helping out his own captain.

Sure enough… God Yi was black on the inside. Ning Zhehan shivered.

Chen Feng saw that there wasn’t much time left and reminded them, “What ideas do you have for the next match?”

Wei Xiao: “When faced with Fu Li, you can’t have too many ideas.”

This man was too damned ghostly. It was like that pair of eyes was equipped with a microcomputer; how else could he ‘predict’ so accurately!

Ning Zhehan echoed him, “Yes yes yes, we can only rely on luck.”

The entire room fell quiet.

Little Ning was confused. “Isn’t that so?”

Wei Xiao was amused. “That’s right, luck is also a kind of strength.”

Chen Feng was too lazy to say too much about it and continued, “Are you going to take the shadow thief in the next match?”

This was what Chen Feng was worried about.

Wei Xiao didn’t care either way. “If they dare to let it out, we’ll take it.”

Chen Feng was attentive. “Winning the game, but losing in terms of intelligence.”

Wei Xiao laughed briefly. “What’s there to be scared of? The playoffs are still a long way away.”

Chen Feng’s eyebrows twisted together.

Wei Xiao took a look at the time and stood up. “As long as we grow fast enough, he won’t have a chance to calculate our moves.”

In the face of absolute strength, all bells and whistles were nothing but paper tigers.

After his voice fell, everyone in the whole room couldn’t help but look at him.

Wei Xiao beckoned. “Let’s go. It’s the last game. I want to win.”

He hadn’t touched his cell phone from the beginning to end. He didn’t dare look, didn’t dare ask, and didn’t dare to think about it.

All he could do right now was one thing: Win.

Win the game.

Take first place in the group stage.

Wait for the captain’s return!

The third match began.

In the first wave of bans, everyone’s eyes widened.

The game developers also really knew how to stir things up. The guessing and betting section was very fancy and even let the audience guess which player would use which talent.

There was doubt over whether or not Quiet would take the shadow thief, and it had become a hot topic.

80% of the voters felt that he wouldn’t, and the analysis they provided was very logical––

“He definitely can’t get it. Is TPT stupid? They were hammered so miserably in the previous game, how would they dare to let out the shadow thief to Little Lunatic Q again?”

“Even if TPT lets it out, I feel that FTW won’t take it, either.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is a trump card. Take a look at what kind of ghostly team TPT is, if they show their family wealth twice, do you really think that God Li will be merciful?”

“That makes sense! This is just a small game in the regular season. If they lose, it’s just one point and won’t affect either team’s ability to enter the playoffs.”

“There isn’t much difference between being first in the group and second in the group. They’re both in the winner group and will be able to abuse the weak in the first round of the playoffs.”

“I believe you, I believe you, I bet that Quiet won’t take the shadow thief!”

“100,000 betting coins right here. If I lose, I won’t bet again during this regular season!”

There were also 20% of the voters who guessed that he would take it. As for these people…

“I don’t care, I just want to see my cub’s nine light arcs.”

“I don’t care, my husband has to win, he must win!”

“Fighting, God Q! Don’t let your sister down!”

The yelling had just turned fierce when the votes for Wei Xiao taking the shadow thief suddenly increased by two million betting coins.

“Holy shit, where’d this rich person come from?”

“So many betting coins… this is a big move.”

“Who is it???”

“Who else other than my God Yi has so many betting coins?”

At this time, the camera switched to show the substitute bench and landed on Cong Yi, catching him as he was playing with his cell phone.

The scrolling comments: “…………………”

Glory had two betting coin emperors. One was Fu Li, which wasn’t surprising. Following this man, who could calculate three steps with every step in the canyon, was the right choice.

As for the other one, it was 3U’s vice-captain––Cong Yi.

This fellow was low-key and didn’t reveal anything, but he always went against the trend and turned the tables every time.

Like this time…

Everyone was already certain that Wei Xiao wouldn’t take the shadow thief, but he’d smashed millions down on the guess that he would take it.

Many players panicked…

Holy shit, was it too late to change their bets now?!

It was too late, because BP had already started, and the betting coins interface was locked.

TPT banned the berserker thief with their first ban, banned the immortal warlock with their second ban, banned the gold hunter with their third ban…

“F*ck, TPT really didn’t ban the shadow thief!”

It was now FTW’s turn to snatch up a talent. Wei Xiao was first and clicked accurately on the shadow thief. He’d already locked the talent in within the first second.

The vast majority of betting coins players, “…………………….”

Shit, they were bankrupt ahhhhhhhh!

Cong Yi looked at his account that now had over six million and smiled calmly.

Sigh, for professional players like them, they already had too much of these kinds of game props. It was meaningless to have more betting coins, but…

Looking at it made him happy.

As early as during FTW’s second match, Lu Feng had already finished his physiotherapy for the day. The check-up results from earlier had also come out.

The doctor in charge was happier than he was. His pen landed on the report, and he went over the data with him in detail, one by one.

Lu Feng sat beside him quietly, polite and attentive, listening carefully without missing a word.

Finally, the doctor slapped the board. “Persist with treatment! There will be results!”

Lu Feng calmly thanked him and stood up to leave the hospital.

It was a sunny day outside. The sun shone down from the sky, covering everything. Lu Feng’s fingertips were trembling.

Spring was already here.

But he hadn’t felt the budding warmth until today.

Lu Feng pulled out his cell phone and started up the live broadcast for the competition.

The scene that entered his eyes was the scene of victory. A huge ‘Victory’ that belonged to FTW.

The camera panned to the contestant seats, where his FTW were all brimming with wide smiles.

Lu Feng pressed the pause button.

The screen stopped moving.

Wei Xiao was still sitting in the e-sports chair, a smile on the corner of his lips, but it couldn’t cover a faint trace of worry in his dark eyes.

No one noticed, no one understood.

Only Lu Feng… knew what he was thinking about.

The emotions that surged up instantly made his heart soften and melt.

He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t even wait for another second.

He wanted to hug him, wanted to kiss him, wanted to bring him hope personally.

FTW’s last game against TPT had been very tense and anxious.

FTW had finally ended the game with a brilliant nine light arcs.

When shaking hands, Fu Li stared at Wei Xiao. “See you in the playoffs.”

Wei Xiao: “Next time, it’ll be 2:0.”

Fu Li smiled slightly, “Okay.”

They’d see who would 2:0 the other party in the playoffs!

The joy of winning the game after losing the first match was indescribable. Little Ning was all kinds of excited, hooking his arm around Yue Wenle’s shoulders, incredibly happy and proud.

Chen Feng shot him a look but didn’t say anything out loud. Even so, his meaning was conveyed: You’ll be crying when we review the replay.

FTW’s great hero, the Wei Xiao who’d led the whole team to win the last match in the game, was finding it difficult to smile.

Bai Cai noticed it. “What’s the matter, daddy shadow thief?”

Wei Xiao: “……”

Bai Cai glanced at the cell phone he was holding tightly and understood in his heart. “Go and report the good news to the captain. I’ll cover for you.”

He thought that Wei Xiao wanted to have a sweet moment.

After all, winning against TPT was something worth showing off.

The Brother Cai who’d been solo from birth felt a little choked.

Wei Xiao answered, “Mm.”

He took his cell phone with him and found a quiet place.

After they’d finished the game, gone through the interview process, and eaten something backstage, it was already 12:30PM.

The captain must have already finished with his check-up.

Why hadn’t he sent him a message?

Were the results bad?

Wei Xiao’s eyelashes trembled, and the joy of winning the game disappeared without a trace.

Instead of texting, he made an international call.

There was a busy tone coming from the other side––Sorry, the number you dialed can’t be connected for the moment.

Wei Xiao’s heart pounded. He was a little flustered.

Sure enough, the results must be bad.

Wei Xiao suppressed the cold that swept over his whole body and sent Lu Feng a message, “Captain, I won.”

After he sent it out, nobody replied to him right away. Wei Xiao’s eyes stung, and he had to hold back tears, “It’s okay, it’s okay no matter what. With me here, FTW will always win.”

Although I really want to fight shoulder to shoulder with you, it doesn’t matter––I’ll guard FTW.

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xiin: hey everyone, i will be taking a week off from posting after this chapter. my RL work has gotten really busy due to the Chinese New Year break and i’ve been basically doing nothing but working, sleeping, and eating @[email protected] updates will resume on the 21st/22nd of Feb~