Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me.

"I'm going out to smoke a cigarette." Lao Wei scratched his hair in annoyance, paused the video on the computer, and walked out with a dark face.

Everyone else was stunned for a moment, looked up at Lao Wei's back, and after looking at each other, no one spoke.

Lao Wei is under too much pressure, and to a large extent, it is unnecessary pressure he puts on himself.

For the Ember Team, winning or losing the next game doesn't matter at all. The points they got from Wind Howl and 301 are enough for them to lose all in the next few games. These are relatively easy games for them. Lao Wei also relaxes. Winning is the best, but even if they lose, it doesn't matter. There is no need to put so much pressure on themselves.

This is the truth, but no one can say this to Lao Wei.

This is Lao Wei's final farewell battle. He wants to prove that his ideas are completely in line with the current Honor. He was not squeezed out of the professional league by the ever-increasing pace of Honor. He wanted to leave on his own initiative to leave himself the last bit of dignity.

However, the fact is that when facing Zhang Xinjie's tactical layout, Lao Wei could not see any possibility of breaking it from a tactical perspective.

Even if he could gain an advantage by taking risky measures, according to Zhang Xinjie's tactical level, he would be able to make up for it quickly.

Old Wei lit a cigarette irritably and puffed on it. When he was smoking the second cigarette, Fang Shijing came out and said, "Old Wei."

"I'm fine, I just have been thinking for too long and need to relax." Old Wei said without turning his head. One could see a bit of melancholy on his face.

"..." Fang Shijing sighed helplessly and placed Lao Wei's phone on the windowsill in front of him: "I'm not here to persuade you or anything, someone called you, and my phone lit up and saw it, so I sent it to you."

"...Tsk, what a waste of expression. Who is it?" Lao Wei was speechless for a moment, then picked up the phone in front of him.

Someone come, Yu Wenzhou.

Old Wei was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally answered the phone: "Hello? Xiao Yu, you..."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, old ghost, it's me. Quickly pull out my account. WeChat and QQ are fine, but how come all the short video platforms and God's Domain Glory friends have blocked me? Don't you feel pain when you do this? Asshole, when you pulled me into Blue Rain, you kept saying that I was your little cutie. Now that I'm no longer in Blue Rain, you just blocked me, right? Asshole, it's not fair for you to do this, you know that..."

"Shaotian, wait a minute and give me back my phone. If you continue like this, we will really lose the last way to contact Captain Wei." Yu Wenzhou's helpless voice sounded, just when Old Wei reached for the hang-up button with an expressionless face: "Captain Wei?"

"It's already this late, and you're still calling Captain Wei?" Old Wei hesitated for a moment, but still didn't press the hang-up button.

"No matter what time it is, it's always the same..." Yu Wenzhou smiled, then remained silent for a moment and asked, "So, the rumors are true?"

"It's come to this...what else can be fake?" Old Wei said in a relaxed manner.

"Actually, you don't have to..."

Yu Wenzhou fell silent halfway through his words and did not continue.

He originally wanted to say that there was no need to retire in such a hurry, nor was there any need to play the next game as if it were the last. Yu Jin's current performance was enough to accommodate Lao Wei's laziness.

However, he couldn't say this no matter what. Yu Wenzhou knew this old captain very well.

These three games were chosen because they put the greatest rotation pressure on the Ember team, and someone is needed to take on all the pressure in order to make subsequent rotations smoother.

In these three games, Lao Wei’s next most difficult task is to make contributions to the team.

What he couldn't accept the most was to survive in the team as a slacker.

The reason why Lao Wei left was because Soxar had a better successor, and staying would be a hindrance to the team.

He came back last season because Li Wen and Fang Shijing said that the Embers team needed him.

For Lao Wei, it is such a simple matter.

Stay when you should, and don't cause trouble when you should leave... Or maybe this is not just Lao Wei's idea, the older generation of professional players have the same idea.

Therefore, when Lin Jingyan was accused of blocking opportunities for young people, he felt so upset that he left the Howling Team without any requests.

For them, sympathy may be the greatest humiliation, right?
"Captain Wei, come on." Yu Wenzhou sighed and said seriously.

"Well, I will..." Old Wei's mouth curled up a smile: "Watch the next game. If there was no such thing as a tactical master when I retired, I would have to be a tactical master, right?"

"I have always believed in this. After all, I learned many of my tactics from Captain Wei." Yu Wenzhou said with a smile.

“Tsk, kid, when did you become so good at talking…” Old Wei curled his lips: “That’s it, just wait for my next brilliant performance…”

"What do you mean, just let it be? You two were chatting happily and didn't consider us at all. You bastards, you want to leave now, that's really disloyal. Boss Wei, didn't you say that a man should put loyalty first?" Huang Shaotian's noisy voice rang out.

"Haha, what kind of man are you? You're just a little kid. Try your best, but it's useless. This year's championship will still belong to us Yu Jin!" Lao Wei laughed arrogantly: "I have always believed in this, just like my teammates believe that the next game will be the best ending! That's it! Hang up! My phone is blocked, do not disturb!"

Lao Wei decisively hung up the phone and took out his third cigarette.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Lao Wei turned his head stiffly and saw his teammates looking at him with extremely strange expressions: "When did you guys... come out? How much did you hear?"

"It didn't take long. It started with the old ghost being me, right?" Zhang Jiale turned his head to confirm.

"That's right, there are still a few ahead, I forgot to count just now." Fang Rui nodded happily.

……

Isn't this listening from beginning to end?
Lao Wei's face darkened, and he began to think carefully about whether he had said anything shameful just now.

"However, one thing is right. We have always believed that the next game will definitely be the most perfect ending for you, Lao Wei." Lu Liang smiled and put his hand on Lao Wei's shoulder, teasing: "It's like you believe that we will definitely win the championship..."

“Damn it, damn it! Get out of here! Get out of here!” Old Wei scratched his head and cursed, “Damn it, get this memory out of here!”

"It doesn't matter, you won't forget it. I recorded it." Lu Liang waved the phone in his hand happily.

"...Let me see how much it would cost to hire a killer." Old Wei's face turned completely dark.

"Don't worry about it, let's go and continue researching. Tyranny is a difficult situation!" "Who said it wasn't?"

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"The old guy who has been pretending to be dead for two years is probably really going to die this time." Zhao Yang smiled and shook his head, turned off his phone and put it next to the plate.

"So, the rumors are true?" Bai Yanfei asked in a low voice.

"Probably." Zhao Yang shook his head. "From the two games of Yu Jin, Lao Wei is indeed just holding on to this difficult rotation period. From now on, he will have limited opportunities to perform. According to his temper, he will definitely not play again."

"Brother Zhao is very familiar with Boss Wei?" Qin Muyun asked curiously.

"Of course I am familiar with him. Although I entered the league in the third season, I watched many of Boss Wei's games before that." Zhao Yang smiled and whispered, "At that time, we actually admired Boss Wei..."

"Is that so..." Qin Muyun nodded: "So..."

"So, everyone, work harder. I'm still happy to see Boss Wei off for the last time. At the very least, we have to let him have more fun." Zhao Yang stretched lazily: "I'm done eating. I'm going to train first. Hurry up!"

Zhao Yang left with the plate. Qin Muyun and Bai Yanfei looked at each other and started eating in silence.

The relationships between these seniors seem to be more complicated than imagined.

On the day of the game, the entire Tyranny team boarded a plane to City K and settled down a day in advance. At eight o'clock the next evening, they boarded a bus and headed to the venue.

Zhao Yang changed into Tyranny's black and red uniform and zipped it up: "Lao Han, I'm going to go over to the other side to take a look. Do you want to come with me?"

The other members who were changing clothes paused and glanced at Han Wenqing. Everyone thought that Zhao Yang just wanted to go to the other side, so he told Captain Han as a routine matter. It was not an invitation at all. Captain Han probably just let Zhao Yang go by himself while he continued to close his eyes and rest.

"Okay." Han Wenqing nodded: "Together."

See, as expected...wait?
Everyone froze and followed Han Wenqing's gaze until he walked out of the room and Zhao Yang closed the door.

"Um, Captain Han... followed him out?"

"Team Han took the initiative to go out and visit friends before the game?"

"Captain Han is not here, can we... also experience other teams' pre-game parties or something?"

"If you want to die, don't drag everyone down with you. Deputy Captain Zhang is still here..."

"Ahem, um, Deputy Captain Zhang, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Zhang Xinjie didn't care about these. He nodded and continued to look at his tactical notebook.

Bai Yanfei stared at the door and pondered for a long time: "You say... If Team Han goes over here at this time, won't Yu Jin and his group of shameless people think they are looking for trouble before the game?"

"should……"

"What's going on? Are you here to cause trouble? Brothers, get your weapons!" Fang Rui jumped up and looked towards the door nervously.

When Zhao Yang came in, he greeted him cheerfully, but when he saw Han Wenqing coming in, he instantly became alert.

"Okay, stop playing tricks." Lin Jingyan advised helplessly, pulling Bai Shu and Qiu Fei to make room for a sofa: "You two can sit down first, the captain is still changing clothes."

"Nothing, we just want to talk to Lao Wei." Zhao Yang took an orange from the fruit plate, peeled it, and put it into his mouth without any concern.

"Aren't you afraid that we will drug you?" Fang Rui asked sinisterly.

"Drugging? Are you going to drug yourselves?" Zhao Yang peeled off the white lines carelessly.

"It's nice to go to the toilet quickly before the game, right? Old... Damn, Old Han and Old Zhao? Are you two here to cause trouble? Brothers, get your weapons!" Old Wei, who had just entered the room, suddenly became nervous.

"...It's hard not to suspect that you guys have rehearsed this in advance." Zhao Yang sighed helplessly.

"It's just a joke." Zhang Jiale took the orange from Zhao Yang's hand with a smile, broke off half and handed it to Sun Zheping, who put it directly into his mouth.

Zhao Yang looked at his empty hands and looked at Zhang Jiale, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

I remember that Zhang Jiale didn't have this personality before! Why is he so shameless now? He can act recklessly without pressure, right?!
Zhao Yang sighed. He had just peeled off the white skin!
"So what are you here for? To show your strength before the game?" Old Wei put his arm around Han Wenqing's shoulders.

As old rivals who debuted in the same era and had met each other in online games, Lao Wei's actions towards Han Wenqing were obviously more casual than those towards others.

Han Wenqing didn't care too much: "I just came to see what my condition would be like knowing that this is my last game. It seems to be pretty good."

"Isn't this a sure thing?" Old Wei said with a smile, "What? Are you planning to find an example for your future?"

Han Wenqing did not answer. He said to Li Wen, who came out of the locker room and nodded politely at them, "See you on the court."

After saying that, he stood up and took Zhao Yang back to the away game's locker room.

Yu Jin and the others looked at each other in confusion.

Fang Rui scratched his head in confusion: "So, they really just came here to take a look?"

"What else? What else can you do? Are you really here to cause trouble?" Lin Jingyan smiled and shook his head: "Boss Wei, you still have a lot of connections in the professional league..."

"That's right. Look, this is the first time someone has said they'll give me a ride." Old Wei shrugged and stretched his muscles. "Don't let them down, right?"

"It's natural..."

[In the second half of the regular season, the Ember Team vs. Tyranny Team officially entered the final countdown. No one knows what the final result will be, but everyone is clear about one thing: no one wants to lose.] Su Muqiu solemnly added a voice-over: [How do you feel about this, Xiao Wen?]

"It feels good." Li Wen stretched out his fist and bumped it with Lao Wei's.

Old Wei looked at Li Wen in amazement, then a look of relief and excitement appeared on his face: "Well, boys, accompany me through this last part of the journey!" (End of this chapter)