"Why do you want me to contact them?"

"Find a way to contact them. I am very optimistic about these people."

Xu Ruoguang said seriously.

"Even after contacting us, there aren't enough places. Do you still want to support youth training? We haven't bought a spot in the LSPL."

Manager Zhao was puzzled.

"Who told you I didn't buy it?"

Xu Ruoguang said calmly.

"You are great!"

Manager Zhao really didn’t expect that.

"Don't worry, these people may be able to make me a lot of money next year."

Xu Ruoguang rubbed his eyebrows and pretended to be relaxed.

"Okay, you're the boss, you're the biggest."

"But the question is, our club is still short of four members to play in the LPL next year. Who are you going to find?"

"The coach is probably still KKoma. You two are like the eternal hunting twins, completely inseparable."

Manager Zhao complained.

"I already have a plan for who to look for. Just take a look. I'll show you my buddy's connections!"

Xu Ruoguang is very confident because he has no intention of asking any players to lower their prices and will definitely give them enough rankings.

Money opens the way, and feelings help.

He didn't believe it.

"Okay, that's what you said."

Manager Zhao shrugged.

Xu Ruoguang wants the contact information of those players.

Don't expect to get everything, after all, other clubs are not stupid.

However, if there is one, his confidence will be even stronger.

Saying goodbye to Ah Shui's parents, Xu Ruoguang embarked on the journey.

As for AD?

"It's a lot of money, will you come or not?"

"Come."

You see, it's that simple.

YM base.

late at night.

The thin boy wearing glasses stared at the screen intently, muttering to himself from time to time because of his teammates' operations.

"Oh, I really beg you, you press him forward. The AD is already moving forward. Why are you squatting behind alone? Are you waiting for the jungler from the opposite side to come and beat your AD to death? How can you follow him?

You are like an animal, how can you be so good?"

"Yes, move forward and put pressure on me. Yes, why don't you kill me? Why are you hesitating, brother?"

"Hey! We're going out for supper, are you going? What are you doing with ranking today? Let's go?"

A loud voice in Northeastern dialect sounded behind him, and some swarthy young man reached out and patted his shoulder.

"I'll fight for a while, you go ahead."

He shook his head and declined.

The swarthy boy didn't insist, and exclaimed, "You've worked really hard, but I should still be the starter."

He left humming a little tune.

The thin boy brushed back his hair, which had not been shaved for a long time, and was stunned by the oil on his hands.

"It's time to wash your hair."

He muttered.

He stood up from his seat silently, and then squatted on the seat again.

This is his favorite position and he likes it whenever he's stressed.

On the screen that was still on the table, there was a conversation between him and his mother.

Mother: How was it in the past?

Mother: You are not wronged, are you?

He didn't dare to reply.

Although his mother is very supportive of him, this is what children do when they are away from home. No matter how bad their life is, they don’t want their family to know.

When the game ended, he did not immediately start the next game, but stared blankly at the screen.

When he raised his head, the lights were bright, but his future seemed dark.

I passed the trial training, but so what?

His performance in the training matches was really poor, even compared to the current starting jungler, that swarthy boy.

He's like a bonus.

The commemorative balls in Pokémon are the kind where you can buy ten and get one free.

He was amused by his strange idea, and his voice was choked with laughter.

"so hard……"

"It's so difficult..."

"It shouldn't be like this. My strength shouldn't be only like this..."

"I can not be reconciled."

He covered his face and sobbed quietly.

He knew that his mentality was unbalanced and he had lost his self-confidence.

That's why the performance is so bad.

But can we definitely solve the problem if we know it?

Uzi Hongwen has been cowardly for so many years, and Mingkai has been cowardly for so many years. Have they solved it?

No.

He is not willing to just sink into the bench like this. He wants to play games, he wants to stand on the stage, he wants to become a dazzling professional player, and he wants his parents to be proud of him.

However, if you don’t have enough strength, you just can’t go up.

He stopped his meaningless tears and sighed softly.

This is e-sports.

He rubbed his face vigorously, took a deep breath, adjusted his condition, and was about to start the next training session.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind.

"...Yes, he is here. Let me confirm again. The contract you mentioned will not reduce the price, right? His recent performance has not been good."

"No, I believe him."

"Haha, you are really discerning."

The voice is so familiar.

Just as he was about to fire again, he was stunned.

The one who spoke first was the manager.

The voice at the back is not the voice of the staff in this base, nor is it the voice of teammates.

However, he always felt that he had heard it somewhere.

Where is it?

The footsteps got closer and closer, until they stopped behind him.

He couldn't help but look back.

Xu Ruoguang, who was wearing a down jacket, bent down curiously and looked at his screen with a smile.

"Are you still playing rank?"

Looking at that familiar side face, his pupils suddenly trembled, he opened his mouth, and his voice was a little dry.
To be continued...