FOG [e-sport]

Chapter 80

Zhou Huo didn’t go with the team this time. Naturally, he didn’t see this scene, but he still noticed it on the way back after eating together.

There was a traffic jam on the way back to the base. Zhou Huo was bored in the car and decided to play with his mobile phone. When he checked Weibo, he saw that Yu Sui had taken a gift from a fan.

After returning to the base and getting off the car, Zhou Huo shook his phone at Yu Sui. “You never want any of the luxury items that the fans prepare as gifts for you. But today, you actually accept a doll; and it’s not even a medic doll.”

Zhou Huo held back from smiling and said in a low voice, “Suddenly taking a striker doll from a fan, tsk tsk…”

Shi Luo pretended not to have heard it. While whistling, he carried the peripherals bag with the doll inside and headed towards the base’s main door.

Zhou Huo looked at Yu Sui, feeling very gratified. He gave a heartfelt sigh. “Really, you are the most worry-free team I’ve ever led. Why are you so considerate? Your fans are all guessing you took it to give to someone. They’re making guesses as to who you’ll give it to.”

“Was that doll a striker doll?” Chen Huo got out of the car and looked at Yu Sui, very surprised, “For me?! I… I don’t really like dolls.”

Yu Sui turned his head and looked at Chen Huo, a deadpan expression on his face. Chen Huo was taken aback and realized that it was for the other striker in the team. He pouted, “Pssh! Whatever!”

“Why’d you have to say that? Were you looking to humiliate yourself?” Puppy glanced pityingly at his silly brother, “…now not only do the fans feel distressed for you, I also feel distressed for you.”

Old Qiao looked at Yu Sui, and then at Shi Luo’s back as he entered the base. He suddenly had a lightbulb moment.

Old Qiao had an epiphany. He turned his head to look at Chen Huo, who was still in the dark and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of superiority. He patted Chen Huo’s back and entered the base.

Because of the traffic jam, it was already eleven o’clock by the time they returned to the base. Old Qiao didn’t even give them time to wash and clean up. He herded them to the training room to watch today’s match between Saint and NSN.

Both teams’ players gave everything they got. For each of the three rounds, the entire game had been a bitter struggle. Old Qiao replayed the entire game without fast-forwarding through any section.

Saint also formulated new strategies against NSN, but its restrictive qualities was not as strong as the one they formulated for Free. NSN didn’t have a distinctive personal team characteristic. This was not actually a bad thing and this also didn’t mean that they were a mediocre team with average players. Every aspect of their play was very in-place. Originally the team’s weak point, this time, Wawa didn’t drop the ball. They didn’t have any powerful killer moves but they also didn’t have any particularly exposed angle that their opponents could take advantage of. Saint lost because they were always trying to break through. They were always on the offensive but they were unable to launch successful attacks and kept getting killed instead. After several attempts, they were placed at a great disadvantage. After three hard-fought battles, they lost by a bare sliver of difference.

After they finished the review of the three games, Old Qiao closed his notebook and said, “If the playoffs will be this intense…then, our position could be in jeopardy. Each player will need to work harder.”

Yu Sui looked at the monitor and after a moment, he said quietly, “Since our last match against Saint, I’ve wanted to say that Saint doesn’t actually need to…”