FOG [e-sport]

Chapter 130

In the first round, Free used super-fast tactics to quickly win the game in 17 minutes, setting the minds of the domestic players watching the match at ease.

In the best of five match that takes three wins to finish, snagging the first win in a major competition does not actually represent much of an advantage. However, Free’s operations in the first round was truly suppressive; their rhythm was too fast, forcibly compressing a half-hour game into just these seventeen minutes. The commentators simply couldn’t keep up with their moves. After the game, Shi Luo and Chen Huo’s finger joints were tingling slightly.

Chen Huo grabbed the data analyst’s hand and pressed it against his chest. He bared his teeth, “Listen. My heart’s about to jump out, okay? I now suspect that you were planning on messing with us when you guys came up with this tactic. Damn it. Who’s going to take responsibility if I develop a heart disease?!”

The data analyst kept laughing, “We also didn’t expect that you could operate so well in actual combat. It’s amazing. You’ve all worked so hard, so so hard.”

“Do you want to change your tactics for the next round?” Old Qiao asked Yu Sui, “These two are really too tired and the strain on your brain commanding like that is also too much. If you keep fighting like this, I’m afraid you won’t be able stand it. Do you want to slow down?”

Yu Sui asked the staff for a heat pack. Once he got it, he rubbed it and then pulled Shi Luo’s hand over. He pressed it to the back of Shi Luo’s hand, against his joints. He shook his head, “No need.”

There wasn’t much time during the intermission. There were people all around and they still had to discuss tactics with the coaching staff. There was no time to pull Shi Luo to somewhere private to have a few words with him. Yu Sui simply decided to treat it as though everyone in the lounge, including the official league staff, didn’t exist. He rubbed both of Shi Luo’s hands with the heat pack. “Does it hurt?”

Shi Luo nodded, “A bit...but it won’t affect the next game, no problem.”

Chen Huo’s hands also hurt. In the first place, a striker’s play was more intense than the other professions. Playing this kind of tactic completely used him and Shi Luo as beasts of burden. Chen Huo gritted his teeth and glanced at Yu Sui. Deliberately adding fuel to the flames, “First you say that there’s no need to change our tactics and then you ask if it hurts. If Shi Luo had said that it hurt hell of a lot, would you have changed tactics?”

The referees came in and asked Yu Sui to sign and confirm the result of the last game. Yu Sui still held Shi Luo with one hand. He held the pen with the other and bit off the pen cap. He quickly signed his ID, and said, “No change.”

Chen Huo took the heat pack Puppy handed him and covered his hands. He clicked his tongue. “Shi Shen, look at what kind of peerlessly good slag man you’ve found.”

Shi Luo raised his eyes and looked face to face with Yu Sui. He said in a low voice, “I’ve fallen for a slag man...haven’t I already known this long ago?”

“Sigh. These two are peas in a pod. Did you actually think Shi Luo’s some kind of good person?” Puppy coolly said to the side, “Playing with Yu Sui’s feelings...sleeping with Yu Sui... not allowing Yu Sui to publicly disclose their relationship... Really, if you replace Whisper with an ordinary person, wouldn’t Shi Luo come out like a complete slag?”

Knowing that the players were adjusting the tense atmosphere, several staff members around the players laughed. The data analyst rushed to explain the problems that they encountered in the previous game and the problems that they might encounter when using the same tactic for the next one. From beginning to end, Yu Sui held Shi Luo’s hand.