Champion Bishop of the League

Chapter 79 Ruthless (the first fan who voted for this book [according to speech] plus more)
The office at 5 or 6 in the morning is rather cold.

At 9 am, when U and Yida came down, they saw Qin Ming already sitting there.

"What are you going to do?" U's tone was still very bad.

Qin Ming took out the plan and said without hesitation, "I have roughly found a position that suits him."

Qin Ming described: "Superman's first-class wild area planning, 18-year-old's reaction and the ability to dance at the tip of a knife, I used to think that I could liberate the wild area first, and the effect seemed to be very good, but now I want to use this plan. Ability to control the map well, and then use the high fault tolerance of some heroes to improve sideline defense, and it will be a good choice to wait for the right time to follow the middle lane.

This may reduce the oppressive power of the opponent, but it improves the integrity of the team. Even if the opponent is staring at him, he can also play a role in the field of vision and teamfights. "

"Can he do it?"

"As long as his wild area planning ability does not decline, it is very feasible."

"Then our damage in the mid-term will be reduced."

U asked another question from another point.

"It's hard for us to play in the late game. Double-teaming is basically a gamble. It doesn't matter if you put a little chip on it. Sometimes, our damage in the mid-term still overflows. In addition, we put more burdens on the top lane and support, and let them make up for it. The point of output means, control and initiative are completely handed over to Nakano."

"OK then."

U Gus looked at each other for a few seconds, and read the affirmation from Qin Ming, "I will extract the factory manager and LCK-style control play, and let everyone practice defense and offense around this aspect."

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll take care of it at Sofm."

Sofm and the translator lived in the same room. He didn't get up until noon to wash up, and just after finishing his personal hygiene, Qin Jiao knocked on the door and came in.

He hadn't slept well last night, and his mind was gooey.

He was thinking about killing in the wild area, listening to the audience in his hometown praise him as the wild king of Vietnam and the pride of the competition area, and secretly watching a lot of the man's game video, studying his wild area thinking, found him His style is far more stable and calm than his own. At least the punches are not difficult to recover. That kind of control is also equal to the pressure exerted by the wild area, which is different from his collapse of the opposite economy by brushing wild cards.

After all, the invasion is still risky, especially when the jungler is not emerging, but one style of play has both gains and losses. Once he plays well, there is less room for the opponent to move around, because there is no place to develop.

He doesn't know which one is better. It's a matter of the whole team. He just has a vague sense of restlessness and feels that he has betrayed the trust of the audience in his hometown. But if he still loses to that man next time, there's something wrong with him here. I feel too let down by my teammates and coaches.

Qin Ming just looked at him like this. The 18-year-old Sofm is at the peak of his operations. Professional players prefer heroes with high ceilings compared to passers-by, because the heroes they can unleash have higher potential and are more able to rely on their own efforts. Changing the situation of the battle is like some heroes who have always had a low winning rate in the rankings, but they have repeatedly shined in the professional arena, which is determined by the hero's characteristics and the upper limit of operation.

He just stared like that, until he lowered his head first.

"Awen, help."

The translation brother Awen outside the door came in.

"sit down."

Awen found two stools, but he stood aside to listen.

A very insightful translator. If Sofm learns Chinese and he loses his job, he can consider becoming a team leader. He is organized and kind-hearted. He is quite suitable for adjusting the friction between the team members.

Qin Ming had a little divergent thinking, but he quickly took it back, mainly because he needed another person to help build a bridge of communication, which was quite strange.

"I think you know, there's something wrong with the team right now."

"I know." Sofm nodded sullenly.

"I need you to change, put more energy on the vision side and teamfight side, and reduce the kind of play that actively competes for the economy of the jungle."

Sofm didn't say anything, even though he felt that the vision control map was preferable, but the data was still "mixed up", and it felt like handing over his fate to his teammates.

"Why do not you speak?"

Seeing his behavior, Qin Ming was inexplicably upset, and his tone unconsciously brought ridicule, "Do you want to win the game?"

"I think you don't want to, you just want to attract everyone's attention and let people know that you have unique strength in the jungle position."

"I do not have."

He finally spoke up, and he didn't know what kind of entanglement he was doing.

"you have not?"

"Then tell me what you think? Everyone is adapting. This is a five-player game, not a game for you. Now the team has encountered difficulties, and there are weaknesses in tactical execution. Everyone is thinking about how to make up for it or Avoid, I came to you to solve this matter, not to watch you play silence for me."

"Didn't you find that sometimes you lead the way, your unreasonable offense? Huh? Did you play the game?"

"thn kinh."

Sofm roared along, his eyes were a little red, and it was all his fault if he couldn't push in the middle?

"what did he say?"

"I'm a little distracted, I can't hear very well."

During this time, everyone's pressure was very high, and ridicule from the outside world could not be avoided unless they left their mobile phones. Li Liwen could feel that this team was like a volcano waiting to erupt. Good parties don't know.

"Our tactical allocation, our system, it's leaking right now, it's not making enough sense."

Qin Ming stared at the immature face of the other party, feeling a little unbearable in his heart, but he had to be cruel, so his eyes became more aggressive, "That BO5, you were blown away by the rhythm of others, confused like a lamb, so pitiful but useless , can only stare at wild monsters.

Don't cry, if tears are useful, we are already champions.

If you want to give up, if you want to play for two or three years and then be forgotten, if a new generation replaces the old, if you want to stay away from the game, you just nod your head.

Tell me, do you want to be a hero of a person or a hero of the arena, to abandon those overly aggressive invasions and unreasonable scrambles, and make a bottom line for the team.

You should always give me an answer.

So many people up and down the team don't have so much time for you to waste, now, tell me. "

……

"How's the communication going?"

"I sometimes feel like I'm a schizophrenic."

"He refuses to change?"

"No, he said he wanted to win, no matter what, but I'm destroying his favorite and deadliest weapon."

"But this weapon is unstable, it hurts us and disrupts the rhythm of the team.

We only need the most reasonable, not the personal best, which is League of Legends.

I didn't like to play Giggs before, and sometimes I hated myself for being a laner, and the first goal of the jungler was always the bottom half, but I got used to it when I played. "

"Yeah, struggle, adaptation, version, team..."

U looked at Qin Ming's sentimental side that occasionally showed, but he was a little firmer, he didn't sympathize with anything, stepping into this industry, he had to endure the pain of this industry, "This is a profession, forcing you to play what you don't want to play, forcing you to play. You compromise, forcing you to make concessions for the team, forcing you to make up day after day to form a conditioned reflex, and even forcing you to suffer from some illnesses.”

"Maybe, hurry up and train, we're running out of time."

After a while, Qin Ming regained his usual face.

　Subtotal July 7, LNG 29:1TES, still Jack's Senna has a taste.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)