When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Hearing such a stimulating speech, the teammates expressed their ears.

Qian Bao glanced at the screen and suddenly said, "Oops!"

When Lu Zhe was telling the story before, she thought that there were some grievances and hatreds that were inappropriate to be heard by the fans, so she subconsciously muted the microphone, and there was only the background sound of the song she ordered in the entire live broadcast room.

Now the barrage screens are all chatting and farting, and there are still extremely boring people who analyze what they are talking about in the DG base based on her expression.

She looked at Lu Zhe regretfully: "Captain, I forgot to tell the fans your sweet youth story."

Lu Zhe was silent for two seconds, tucked his lips at Qian Bao, and replied in a tolerant tone:

"It's ok."

"Be careful in your next life."

Qian Bao: "...?"

Qian Bao: "As expected of you, Lu Gou."

Seeing that they were about to start a new round of mouth evasion, Manager Zhou suddenly patted his forehead: "Hey, I almost forgot to do business—"

"The summer game schedule has been arranged. Our first match will be against HCG on June 3, and the second match will be on June 7 against LAG. The BO3 format is double loop inside the group and single loop outside the group."

"The league official has posted the schedule. You can look back and check it out. You can also forward the news of the club if you have time on Weibo."

"In July, our regular season and intercontinental games are played at the same time. You have been paying attention to your state recently. If you have time, you should exercise and eat less takeaway. Don't have anything to do before the game. You will catch a cold, fever and stomach ache as soon as you play."

Hearing Zhou Dazui’s old-fashioned talk, Lao Hao Erhua prolonged her tone of voice and replied, "I see."

Qian Bao continued her live broadcast, reminding fans that the schedule has been released by the way, and the barrage was filled with joy.

Zhou Dazui only stared at Lu Zhe. After a while, he was still worried and patted the back of Lu Zhe's chair. "No, you come out with me, Lu Team."

Coach Fang happened to bring the analysts in and saw Zhou Dazui asking Lu Zhe to start a small stove. He reminded him: "Training is about to begin. You have something to say quickly."

Zhou Dazui waved his hand: "I see, I just told him."

…

Lu Zhe followed Zhou Dazui all the way through the corridor to the office.

Standing in front of the white desk, Zhou Dazui paced to pour him water. When he got up from the water dispenser and returned, his expression was inexplicably solemn.

"Lu Zhe."

He handed the water cup into Lu Zhe's hand, and looked up at Lu Zhe who was a bit taller than himself, with complete seriousness in his eyes.

Lu Zhe took the water glass, crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped, half covering his black pupils, he looked at the plastic cup in his hand, and suddenly cut off Manager Zhou's words:

"I know what you are going to say."

"DG bought him for good results, not for spreading messy scandals."

Manager Zhou's conversation was snatched by him, but he was not at all annoyed. His expression was even relieved: "It's good if you understand. I'm not trying to interfere with your mate selection. It's just that our professional situation is like this. The performance trumps everything and we won. Everything is easy to say, lost..."

If he loses, Shen Qiao will be the one who gets scolded.

Fans will compare him with the results of DG when Yu was there, and throw all the faults on him, thinking that his strength is not worthy of DG, and will retire him with all kinds of ridicule and sarcasm.

Imagining the picture from Manager Zhou's unfinished words, Lu Zhe's eyes became darker.

He drank the warm water in the cup. The empty plastic cup was easily deformed in his palm due to his strength. When he raised his eyes to Manager Zhou, the usual warm smile on Lu Zhe's face disappeared, his expression faint, but It also showed solemnity.

He slowly said: "I understand."

DG won the World Championship last year. With the state maintained, this year's Spring Championship should not have been lost.

It is a pity that no one thought of the sudden situation of the fish, which caused the team to regret to stop the semi-finals.

Fans are eager to see DG return to its peak.

-The Summer Split is their most conspicuous opportunity.

If Lu Zhe can't lead the team to glory, then Shen Qiao, the newcomer who joined, will become the target of the team's fans to vent. How much love they have poured into DG, then how much malice will be poured into Shen Qiao.

"DG needs a championship, and Jojo also needs-rest assured, I won't affect his state anymore recently."

As soon as Lu Zhe said these words, Manager Zhou's heart was instantly stabilized.

Although Lu Zhe usually speaks irritatingly, his guarantee is still very effective.

Manager Zhou continued to nod in agreement, glanced at the memo on the table, and casually said: "Okay, then you go back to training first. By the way, tell the little wolf that his team uniform may not be released in the short term because of the recent sponsorship. There is a change in the business, and it’s time to negotiate a new set for all five of you."

Lu Zhe nodded: "Okay."

After answering, Lu Zhe turned and walked out, throwing the plastic cup in his hand into the trash when he went out.

At this time, Zhou Dazui's voice sounded from behind again:

"Hey, I gossip for personal reasons—"

…

Ten minutes later, in the training room.

Coach Fang took the record form and said to the five people: "Your solo laning status is okay recently, but the rhythm of the team needs to be grasped. I have an appointment with the WTG training game at 9 o’clock tonight. They are now preparing. MSI’s group stage is definitely at its peak. Isn’t it exciting to think about it?"

A bit of eager excitement appeared on the faces of Qian Bao and others upon hearing WTG.

Previously, they played against WTG in the semi-finals of the Spring Split. This practice match seemed to them a small opportunity for shame.

An unpredictable smile appeared in Lu Zhe's eyes and asked Coach Fang: "BO1?"

Coach Fang nodded, showing a troublesome smile: "A win or lose, do you like it?"

Lu Zhe chuckled: "If I remember correctly, the first match of their group match was the North American team. That team played similarly to ours. In the early stage, we focused on the advantages of the development of the third line and played in the jungle. Linkage—WTG wants to sharpen our knife first?"

Coach Fang shook his head and corrected him: "We played well, so if the opponent sharpens us, if we don't play well, let's at best help them keep their hands feeling before the game."

Hearing this, the eyes of all five of them ignited warfare, listening to coach Fang's next arrangement of today's training content.

"Let’s talk about your botched lane first. Lao Wo and Erhua have been fighting fiercely recently. No matter what lineup you are thinking of a second-level strong kill—the one that was even more strange yesterday afternoon, Erhua went to kill, and Lao Wo stayed there to fight the tower. Are you two going to change positions?"

Old Snail touched her nose, and Erhua looked up at the ceiling.

Coach Fang gave them a professional smirk: "Tell me, are there any surprises waiting for me today?"

The two shook their heads honestly, trying to adjust their expressions to be well-behaved, sensible, and obedient.

Coach Fang continued: "I don't have any problems with the early pk, but pay attention to the lineup. I can't take it down and retreat decisively. Don't give the opposite jungler a chance to gank."

After speaking, he looked at Qian Bao again, analyzed with her the mastery situation of the new hero who had recently practiced, and finally turned to Shen Qiao—

"...Little Wolf, you should be stable in the early stage. They will definitely gank you first when the game comes. I will ask the jungler of the training team to catch more on the road when the training is coming. Lu Zhe, don't go on the road to help today."

Shen Qiao nodded: "Okay."

Lu Zhe glanced at him, then smiled and asked, "Can I see the wolf pups hitting two?"

Shen Qiao took a look at the training table on the table, and said to him: "Today you can see that after five to three thirty, my content is more heavyweight training."

Lu Zhe knew that Coach Fang had worked hard to improve Shen Qiao's survival rate on the road.

If Shen Qiao can play his original strong style while increasing his awareness of lining up with two or more players at the same time, even if Lu Zhe does not go to help in the game, he will not be easily caught by the opposite jungler. Death, but also get used to the rhythm of replenishment under high pressure.

"Lu Zhe's training content remains the same. Routine training goes to four o'clock, after which you can arrange it freely.

Coach Fang's voice fell, and everyone had no opinion.

Lu Zhe is the ceiling of the LPL jungler. Even if he is allowed to arrange freely, his training intensity will not be lower than others.

—Because this man is always worth making his teammates believe.

Coach Fang finally added: "We resumed the previous WTG game at 7 o'clock in the evening, so that we can familiarize ourselves with the style in advance for the evening practice game."

…

The daylight outside the window gradually slanted to the west.

The hot gold became soft unknowingly, sneaking in through the window on the side of the corridor, hovering by the door of the training room, unwilling to leave.

The door was suddenly opened from inside—

Erhua stretched her waist and said to her teammates: "Let me first explore the dinner dishes in today's cafeteria for everyone."

"Palace will try the poison first, and I will be there later." Lao Su had been addicted to the hanbok recently and replied without raising his head.

Erhua smiled and scolded him and rolled away. Qian Bao passed by him when she spoke, and stepped upstairs to take a bath and relax.

Inside the house.

Lu Zhe asked Shen Qiao: "Although it is not your first training game tonight, WTG is better than BLX after all, and this is still BO1. Are you nervous?"

Shen Qiao had just finished a big mess, was looking at his own data, and spit out a word without raising his head: "No."

Lu Zhe nodded slightly, saying nothing.

When Shen Qiao got up from his seat, Lu Zhe took advantage of the situation and suggested going to the cafeteria downstairs for dinner.

The two walked out one after the other until they reached the corridor. Daylight fell in pieces through the windows of Grid. Shen Qiao stared at his glowing back, and somehow developed an impulse—

He stepped forward and said to Lu Zhe: "I suddenly feel a little nervous."

Lu Zhe was about to look back, but the people behind had already taken a step forward, and a slightly itchy feeling fell on the back of his neck, where the glands were.

Shen Qiao took a close-up sip of Lu Zhe's cedar flavor pheromone, then took a step back, pretending that nothing had happened, and looked at him with one hand in his pocket, with light in his eyes, like a twinkling smile.

He said with a nasty smile:

"Well, now I'm all right again."

Lu Zhe: "..."

He took a deep breath, his black eyes seemed to be brewing a storm at any time, and his lips slowly opened for a long while:

"Did I forget to tell you—"

"Follow me before the game, it's easy to suffer."

The author has something to say:

Joe Joe, you can't be this Yazi! Boys need to be more reserved!