Without leaving the conference room silent for too long, Wang Hai turned off the projector directly after WE.A won the second game.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Wang Hai's eyes slowly swept across the players in the field, but no one mustered up the courage to look at them.

Gong Qingwen even lowered his head like an ostrich, for fear that he would be pulled up to answer the question if he accidentally looked at Wang Hai.

After all, the code of conduct he gives himself must not be too prominent among the crowd, preferably the kind that can be recessed.

For no reason, Gong Qingwen suddenly remembered when his teacher in his previous life called someone to answer questions.

Time in the conference room passed slowly, as quiet as if a needle could be heard.

Then, a gentle sigh rang out.

"Since there isn't, then start the training match."

The sound of the stool being pulled away sounded, Gong Qingwen raised his head and saw only Wang Hai's back walking out of the conference room.

And at this moment, the scattered discussions sounded in the conference room.

"The coach's aura is so strong. I didn't dare to breathe just now, for fear that he would notice it."

After saying that, the current substitute mid laner leaned against the chair, as if he was relieved.

The teenagers were slightly stunned, and then nodded in agreement.

Without stopping on this topic, the content of the teenagers' discussions changed rapidly.

“WE.A seems a bit strong.”

"That's right, why is the first opponent we meet so strong?"

"Indeed, weren't they still similar to us last year? Why did they make such great progress this year?"

Speaking of this, there was a sigh in the conference room.

A teenager wearing round-frame glasses, fat head and big ears looked much older than his actual age, looking around for a while.

Then... he sighed inadvertently and said, "I want me to say, we lost if we lost. Who hasn't lost? It's just a BO3, so we won't have such a lot of psychological pressure."

"If it weren't for..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have realized something and quickly stopped the words he was about to blurt out.

Although what he wanted to say stopped, the meaning he wanted to express was clearly revealed.

Everyone's eyes inevitably turned to Gong Qingwen, who was sitting in the corner, holding a nail clipper that he had found from somewhere and was trimming his nails.

Seeing everyone's eyes looking at him, he seemed to realize something was wrong. He raised his head blankly and looked at everyone.

"Ahem... OK, let's go out quickly and don't wait for the coach to call us."

This strange atmosphere lasted only a few seconds before it was broken by IG.Y's current captain Zhang An, who is also the starting support of the team.

"Ahem...yes, let's go."

"Yes, it's time to go to the training match."

Everyone reacted and quickly agreed with Zhang An's words, then pushed and shoved out of the training room.

Gong Qingwen fell to the end, with a very sad expression, and then he pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly.

Damn, I can get shot even if I get shot. Fortunately, I react quickly, otherwise the scene would be awkward.

Just as he was about to leave, he put one hand on his shoulder from the side.

Gong Qingwen turned around and saw that it was Wu Gui.

"That fat man Li Yu is afraid that you will pull him off from the starting AD position, so he uses such despicable means."

"He knew that his strength was not good, and he was afraid that he would be replaced, so he often used this little method to isolate the players in the same position as him."

"He guides this way of being awesome. Although everyone knows what he wants to do, they will inevitably follow his ideas and will also have some bad ideas for you."

Wu Gui focused his attention at Gong Qingwen and showed a warm man who thought he was extremely warm and freehand.

"So you have to come on, don't be stepped on by such a guy."

As he said that, Wu Gui turned around and left the conference room, leaving behind a handsome back like Jin Yong.

Gong Qingwen was stunned for a while, then let out a "hiss".

"This feeling... is so familiar, it really feels like a certain character written by Mr. Jin Yong."

Gong Qingwen felt a little moved, but for a moment he couldn't remember who the character he was.

I could only pick up the nail clipper again, trim the nails that had not been trimmed just now, and walked out of the conference room.

As soon as he walked to the door, Gong Qingwen seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up suddenly and he stomped his feet excitedly.

"I remember it, it's Lin Pingzhi!"

...

Shanghai City, the official venue of the LDL League.

"Hello everyone, everyone, I am the commentator of WE.A vs. IG.Y in this game, Guan Zeyuan."

"Hello everyone, I remember."

As soon as the two of them introduced themselves, they looked at each other tacitly, which made Gong Qingwen, who was backstage, feel quite moved.

At this time, the two had already emerged from the sequelae of the Wang Laoer incident in history.

As for men, after a conflict, after drinking, there is basically nothing that cannot be solved.

As for the two who should be LPL commentators, why did they come to LDL?

Of course, in order to add attractiveness to the LDL League, the people above decided to add some popular commentary on LPL in some games of the LDL summer league.

Of course, those who can receive such treatment are basically popular teams, or strong teams that are very optimistic about by the officials.

Originally, the match between WE.A and IG.Y was not qualified to receive such treatment.

But...who makes there are more netizens in the sand sculpture?

Now this game is probably the most popular game in the LDL summer season.

The traffic that comes in vain is not profitable, and the official also gave this game a pair of popular commentary.

In the lounge of IG.Y.

Wang Hai stood in the center of the lounge, holding a tactical board in his hand.

There was no sign of any turbulence in his expression, but the contestants sitting around him were very nervous.

"Now, let me announce the starter of this game."

Upon hearing this, everyone present sat upright unconsciously, staring at Wang Hai who was holding the tactical board.

"Pre-lane Liu Hao, jungler Wu Gui, mid-lane Yang Shu..."

Speaking of this, Wang Hai paused for a moment. Gong Qingwen didn't know if it was his own illusion. He felt that Wang Hai seemed to have glanced at him.

But the pause was only a moment, and Wang Hai continued: "ADC Li Yu, assist Zhang An."

As Wang Hai finished speaking, some people breathed a sigh of relief and some people sighed.

But overall, the reaction is not too big. After all, everyone knows whether they can start or not.

Except for Li Yu who is about to become fat.

“yes!”

Li Yu clamped his hands into a fist, raised his arms and shoulders at 90°, and then pressed them down hard.

The excitement made everyone else look a little bit squinting, and Wu Gui couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Gong Qingwen leaned forward slightly backward and leaned back to the back of the chair. Since the coach did not arrange for him to play, he was also happy to be leisurely.

He got up and walked to Wu Gui's side, and Gong Qingwen patted his shoulder lightly.

"Lin Ping..."

"Uh...no, Wu Gui, come on."

Wu Gui seemed to be a little surprised that Gong Qingwen would come over to cheer for himself, and turned his head unnaturally, and even Gong Qingwen seemed to have said the wrong thing.

Then, as if it was the effect of the desire for victory and defeat, Wu Gui turned his gaze back to stare at Gong Qingwen.

"It's you who should be cheering up, I'm going to play."
Chapter completed!