I can see the finals

Chapter 75 Departure, TGL League!

"It doesn't matter, he is not a threat to us." Ding Wen had a completely different view from him: "Even if we meet during the transfer, we can just take over the group, and they can't beat us."

He is more confident than Guan Xing.

He should also have confidence.

After all, before Ding Wen joined, the Light of the Seventh District was not a team that relied solely on operations to gain a foothold.

There are no particularly difficult characters in the 'Ivory Tower'. Like these young and inexperienced new players, if one of them can't hit three, then it can't be called one god leading four pits.

What's more, now there is more Fang Luoqing, supplemented by Ding Wen's tactical layout, it is still very easy to deal with the 'ivory tower'.

You know, not every team is TNT.

Many times, some players take the wrong position when they take over the team. Ding Wen has already considered it. He will not only adopt one strategy in the game a few days later, but will consider it according to the map and the strength of the team. Team fights should be transferred, not limited to the idea of ​​going to the finals in every round.

This is the first professional game in his life, he must play well, let everyone know that 'disability'... can also play professionally!
As long as you love this game and are willing to work hard for it.

In fact, there is no golden finger, and the knowledge Ding Wen learned in the e-sports school is enough, but knowledge alone is not enough. The former is the key. With it, the door to the professional arena can be opened, and Ding Wen's three years Learned to get due play.

The night was getting darker, the moonlight was dim, and the lights were flickering.

It was past two o'clock in the morning when Ding Wen left the training room.

He had a lot of discussions with Guan Xing, and he also took a look at the 60 teams to get familiar with each team's style and players.

But it was too late, and Ding Wen couldn't do further research, so he could only wait a few days later.

In the next few days, Ding Wen's daily routine was to play ten training games between [-]:[-] a.m. and [-]:[-] p.m., and after [-]:[-] p.m., he would plunge into the training room to analyze with Guan Xing for the PGL. Get ready for your arrival.

To be honest, Guan Xing was really working hard. He had to collect data and review the training games for the players. It was a bit overwhelming for him alone. Fortunately, Ding Wen helped him relieve a lot of pressure.

At the same time, this is also an expression of his trust in Ding Wen, because in most teams, there is a clear dividing line between the players and the coach, and the players can't be offside, so they can do the work of the coach.

They think they are helping, but they are actually interfering.

But Ding Wen is a special case. His professionalism is no worse than Guan Xing's, or even stronger, so Guan Xing is more comfortable with his help than bad.

Soon, the time came to August 8 of the new calendar year.

The night before the start of the PGL.

At the end of the training match, Guan Xing gathered all the players together. In addition to the five starters in this game, Nianbei and Mingchuan who were on the bench were also called over by him.

This was a mobilization speech before the game. Guan Xing mainly encouraged and cheered, and said a lot to the seven people.

The team leader Wang Changchun was also present. After Guan Xing finished speaking, it was his turn.

Of course, his words were not much different from Guan Xing's, and the nature was the same.

The same as the goal required for each mobilization in previous years, this year, the only requirement for the Light of the Seventh District is to advance, nothing else.

But even though the words were all the same, they were all cheering words, but Ding Wen carefully noticed that Wang Changchun's mood...was not that high.

Maybe it's the yearly losses that have caused his expectations to slowly drop, or maybe it's something else.

In short, after the cutscene, Wang Changchun left directly, and handed over some precautions and pre-match work to Guan Xing.

So Ding Wen subconsciously looked at passing by, the latter looked at him with a wry smile in the corner of his eyes.

Because there will be a game tomorrow, Ding Wen will not go to help Guan Xing tonight. The mobilization is over and the team members are disbanded.

Ding Wen walked out of the training room, and the passers-by immediately chased him out, came to his side, and lowered his voice: "Don't think so much, just play well in PGL this time."

Ding Wen smiled and said nothing else: "Come on."

"We will all go to a higher stage." Passing with firm eyes: "It's just this year, please believe me."

There seemed to be another layer of meaning in his seemingly encouraging words.

But Ding Wen didn't ask, but nodded along with his words.

At this time, Fang Luoqing also came out. Seeing them walking away and heading for their respective rooms, she stood there for a while, and instead of calling them, she turned around and walked towards the restaurant in the opposite direction.

For her, nothing else is important, the most important thing is eating.

She has always felt that it doesn't matter about the competition, after all, she is only here to play, no matter what the result is, it will not affect her, and she will not feel anxious about these messy things.

Time flies by, September 9st of the new calendar year, 1:7.

The members of District Seven Lights got up an hour earlier, put on their team uniforms, and gathered on the first floor of the club.

The location of the PGL league is located in the center of the Seventh District, and it is a bit slow to take a speeding car, so they will use the portal to directly enter the vicinity of the competition venue in a while.

A total of ten people set off, team leader Wang Changchun, coach Guan Xing, official blog spokesperson Li Min, five starting players, and two substitutes.

"There will be a lot of people in a while, so don't be nervous." Before setting off, Guan Xing was worried and told Ding Wen specifically.

"I'm not nervous." Ding Wen looked calm, not worried about stage fright.

"What about Xiao Fang?" Guan Xing turned to look at Fang Luoqing. After getting along for a month, he naturally had a certain understanding of the latter.

He knew that before this, Fang Luoqing had always been a house girl, she usually saw few people, and she was a bit autistic in character.

He was afraid that the crowd of spectators and the overwhelming shouts in the arena would make Fang Luoqing feel uncomfortable, even scared, which would affect his performance in the game.

"I'm fine." Fang Luoqing's expression seemed fine, almost the same as usual: "I shouldn't be nervous."

"By the way, do we still have an admission process in a while?" Ding Wen asked suddenly.

"Yes." Passing by, as someone who has been there, he is very familiar with it: "At that time, the host will read the name of each team on the stage, who will enter the arena, and then the audience and fans present will give the team they support. Shouting and cheering, that’s probably the process.”

"Are there many spectators at the PGL scene?"

"It's okay, not too much, ten times less than PGK, about [-]."

"According to the scene, [-] is already a lot."

"It's okay." Lu Guo smiled, and said again: "Their sound when they enter the arena can affect the players. If you wear U-pieces, you can't hear anything."

After finishing speaking, he was a little curious: "Aren't you not nervous?"

"I'm not nervous, just asking casually."

At this time, Wang Changchun looked at the time: "Okay, this is the end of the chat, it's time for us to set off."

"Let's go." Passing lightly patted his shoulder and left first.

Ding Wen glanced at his team uniform with the name of the Light of the Seventh District on his body, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The experience of this month is not a dream, not a hallucination, he has really become a professional player and stepped onto the stage he most expects.

Even if there are thousands of words, it is impossible to describe his mood at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Wen's expression became firm, and he followed closely, walking towards the gate of the club.

"PGL... here I come!"

　If some friends feel awkward at the end, you can mention it, and I will change it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)