Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 160 Don't Sudden Death
It's a new day, the few people who drank happily last night are still lazy on the bed.

Xia Lang thought he was the first to get up, so he casually put on a sweater and went to the training room, only to find that Yao Zheng was already sitting there.

He is really addicted to cigarettes, and he has a cigarette in his mouth all morning.

The doors and windows of the training room were tightly closed, Xia Lang was choked by the smell of smoke and sneezed twice, he couldn't imagine how long Yao Zheng had locked himself in there.

He opened the door, and under Yao Zheng's gaze, he went to the window and opened it.

"You won't stay up all night, just sit here all the time?"

Yao Zheng stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, shook his neck, and his joints cracked.

He put down his phone to pick up hot water for a drink, ahh, in a lazy tone.

"There are still twelve stars and two hundred stars. They said they want me to play in the finals. I will practice hard from now on."

Xia Lang asked with a puzzled smile, "Why are you obsessed with two hundred stars?"

The team's standard for recruiting players is [-] Glory Stars. It doesn't mean that the higher the level, the more preferential treatment they will receive.

Yao Zheng was about the same height as him, and two tall men stood in the training room, which made the room, which was not small, seem a bit crowded.

Yao Zheng plucked his flaming red hair, bumped into Xia Lang, and raised his eyebrows: "What else can I do to stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

He took Xia Lang's class. If he performed a little worse than him, it's not difficult to imagine that he would be scolded into the ditch by pulling his braids and finding the wrong place.

Yao Zheng was scolded by people before, and those people were beaten to death by him.

But when he became a professional player, he was a public figure, and he couldn't beat people casually.

So I can only work hard to improve my own strength, it doesn't need to be too high, just as good as Xia Lang.

Being similar to Xia Lang sounds simple, but it is really difficult to do it.

When it comes to King of Glory with more than [-] stars, basically all of them are ranked on the national server.

Tens of millions of people across the country play games, and only a few hundred people enter the national server.

Competing for rankings with top players is not about skill, but about psychological warfare.

Since Zuo Zong told Yao Zheng last night that he was going to replace Xia Lang in half a month, he has been in a state of anxiety.

For things that he is not interested in, he feels lazy even to take a look at them, but for things he cares about, he wants to be top-notch.

For the championship, he is bound to win.

Even if he can't be shoulder-to-shoulder with Xia Lang, he won't be much worse than him.

Xia Lang also came step by step from the bench, and understood what Yao Zheng was thinking.

He originally thought that Yao Zheng came to play professionally for fun. After all, his family is well-off, so there is no need to play e-sports.

Professional e-sports is beautiful, but only the players know how tiring and boring training is when they are not competing.

Ordinary people can't hold on, let alone young masters like Yao Zheng.

Xia Lang was pleasantly surprised that he was so self-motivated.

He immediately took out his training machine and asked Yao Zheng to play two rounds with him.

Yao Zheng wrapped himself tightly in the big padded jacket, and sat opposite Xia Lang, and the two played one game after another.

Xia Lang taught Yao Zheng skills while fighting, but Yao Zheng didn't dare to trust him, he did what he said.

After practicing like this for an hour, Yao Zheng found that he was more comfortable than last time, and he was indeed a master-level coach, extraordinary.

Xia Lang put the phone on and stretched.

"Come on, go wash your face, get some sleep, don't let the game start, you died suddenly."

Yao Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth, "Thank you for your advice."

(End of this chapter)