Little Bronze, don't be shy

Chapter 1717 Did You Miss Her?
The slanting light from the street lamps stretches the shadows longer, and the bright incandescent lamps cast the most realistic light on the dreams of e-sports teenagers.

Those who come here want to join a professional team.

Stable characters like Zheng Molan, or wacky like Ye Jiutian, it is undeniable that they are all the best among the kings, and it is through countless efforts and sweat that they have created the strong men who are qualified to compete with the youth training team today.

Laughing and joking is the brightest appearance of the teenagers, but they don't know that the dream is close at hand, and the cruel test is just beginning.

"That wave, to be honest, I should have released it later."

"It's a good thing you can keep up, otherwise I'd beat four people in vain!"

"The penultimate one should not be taken by the old master. They are all from the youth training team. It is normal that I can't touch the shooter."

"I heard that the jungler is only 16 years old, is it?"

"The youth training team should be able to enter the youth training team at the age of 16."

The dormitory with the lights turned off was plunged into darkness, with two or three mobile phones showing weak lights, and the boys chatted without stopping.

It was the first time to play against the youth training team, and everyone was very excited, chatting endlessly, full of excitement.

No matter how hard they work, they will be in the youth training team.

"Okay, stop talking, let's rest, we have to get up early tomorrow." Zheng Molan threw a pillow at Ye Jiutian, "You are the one who talks the most, and you are the one who won't wake up tomorrow."

Ye Jiutian hugged the pillow he threw over, turned over, pretended to snore, Zheng Molan looked at Lin Zhao's position, with one hand behind his head, looking at the ceiling, wondering why he was in a daze.

Zheng Molan moved closer to his bed, and whispered, "Hey, why did you see that you were unhappy on the way back?"

Lin Zhao glanced at him, "Really?"

"Of course, it's clearly written on your face that you're not happy!"

Lin Zhao pursed his lips, still with that cold look, his eyes were already deep, hard to guess his thoughts, but now they seemed to be covered with an impenetrable shadow.

Zheng Molan smiled, "Didn't date Shi Mu tonight, did you miss her?"

Lin Zhao followed his words, indifferently, but with gentleness on his lowered eyebrows.

"Okay, go to sleep, you can see her tomorrow morning."

Zheng Molan turned off the phone screen, and the dormitory was completely covered in darkness.

Lin Zhao sighed softly as his chest rose and fell.

The coach called him out and didn't praise them, but asked him what he thought about entering a professional team.

The coaches of the strong group are different from those of the spectator group. The spectator group is usually laughing and joking, while the coaches of the strong group's standards for them are based on the professional players.

After so many days of training, the coach knows the level of everyone and how much room for improvement in the future.

As for their group, the coach can only see him.

Everyone's skills are solid, but Ye Jiutian's character is reckless, especially in headwinds, and he is prone to make mistakes under impulse. Zheng Molan plays steadily, so he needs the cooperation of support. There were too many situations, and Zheng Molan's character was difficult to deal with. As for Su Qin, he was not the only supporter who played well in all the strong teams.

There are few excellent junglers who can control the entire field, have clear thinking, and fewer excellent junglers with changeable styles of play. This is a tiring job. Few people are willing to spend their time playing this position well, because they play well. It's the credit of the double C, and if he doesn't play well, it's the jungler's fault.

(End of this chapter)