Chapter 643: The Last Leg of the Fight

"I'm going out to smoke a cigarette." Lao Wei scratched his hair in annoyance, paused the video on the computer, and walked out with a dark face.

The others were stunned for a moment, looked up at Lao Wei's back, and after looking at each other, no one spoke.

Lao Wei's pressure was really a bit too much. To a large extent, it was all unnecessary pressure he put on himself.

For the Ember Team, the next win or loss is not important at all. The points obtained from Howling and 301 are enough for the next few games to be output. It doesn't matter if they lose all. For them, it is a relatively easy few games. Lao Wei also relaxed. It would be best to win. Even if he loses, it doesn't matter. There is no need to put so much pressure on himself.

This is the truth, but no one can say this to Lao Wei.

This is Lao Wei's final battle. He wants to prove that his ideas are completely in line with the current Honor. He is not squeezed out of the professional league by the increasingly updated Honor rhythm. He wants to leave on his own and leave himself the last dignity.

However, the fact is that when facing Zhang Xinjie's tactical layout, Lao Wei could not see any possibility of breaking it from a tactical perspective.

Even if he could force a risky move to gain an advantage, according to Zhang Xinjie's tactical level, he would be able to make up for it soon.

Lao Wei lit a cigarette irritably and smoked it. When he smoked the second one, Fang Shijing came out: "Lao Wei."

"I'm fine, I just thought too long and need to relax." Lao Wei said without turning his head. From his face, you can see a bit of melancholy.

"..." Fang Shijing sighed helplessly and put Lao Wei's mobile phone on the windowsill in front of him: "I'm not here to persuade you or anything, someone called you, and the phone lit up and sent it to you."

"...Tsk, waste of expression, who is it?" Lao Wei was speechless for a while, and then picked up the mobile phone in front of him.

Come on, Yu Wenzhou

Old Wei was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally answered the phone: "Hello? Xiao Yu, you..."

"Hello, hello, hello, hello, it's me, old ghost, quickly pull out my account for me, WeChat and QQ are fine, how come all my friends on short video platforms and God's Domain Glory have been blocked, don't you feel bad for doing this, bastard, when you pulled me into Blue Rain, you kept saying that I was your little cutie, now that I'm no longer in Blue Rain, you just blocked me, right, bastard, it's not kind of you to do this, you know..."

"Shaotian, wait a minute, give me back my phone, if you keep going like this, we'll really lose the last way to contact Captain Wei." Yu Wenzhou's helpless voice sounded, just when Old Wei reached for the hang-up button with an expressionless face: "Captain Wei?"

"At this time, still calling Captain Wei?" Old Wei hesitated, but still didn't press the hang-up button.

"No matter when, it's the same..." Yu Wenzhou smiled, then fell silent for a moment, and asked, "So, is the rumor true?"

"It's already this time...what else is false." Lao Wei said with a casual tone.

"In fact, you don't have to..."

Yu Wenzhou was halfway through his words when he fell silent and didn't continue.

He originally wanted to say that there was no need to retire so quickly, and there was no need to play the next game as the last game. The current results of Ember can fully accommodate Lao Wei's slacking.

But he couldn't say this anyway. Yu Wenzhou knew this old captain very well.

These three games were chosen because these three games put the greatest pressure on the rotation of the Ember team, and someone needed to take on all the pressure in order to make the subsequent rotation smoother.

In these three games, Lao Wei's next most difficult task was to contribute to the team.

What he couldn't accept the most was to survive in the team as a slacker.

Old Wei left because Soxar had a better successor, and staying would be a hindrance to the team.

He came back last season because Li Wen and Fang Shijing said that the Ember Team needed him.

For Old Wei, it's just that simple.

Stay when you should stay, and don't be annoying when you should leave... Or, this is not just Old Wei's idea, the older generation of professional players have the same idea.

So, when Lin Jingyan was accused of blocking the opportunities of young people, he felt so uncomfortable that he left the Howling Team without any request.

For them, sympathy may be the biggest humiliation, right?

"Captain Wei, come on." Yu Wenzhou sighed and said seriously.

"Well, I will..." Old Wei's mouth curled up a smile: "Watch the next game, if there was no such thing as a tactical master when I retired, I would have to find a tactical master, right?"

"I have always believed this. After all, many of my tactics are learned from Captain Wei." Yu Wenzhou smiled.

"Tsk, you kid, when did you become so good at talking..." Old Wei curled his lips: "That's it, just wait for my next wonderful performance..."

"What do you mean by that? You two are chatting happily and didn't consider us at all. You bastard, you want to leave now, you are really disloyal. Boss Wei, didn't you say that men should put loyalty first?" Huang Shaotian's noisy voice rang out.

"Haha, what kind of man are you? You're just a brat. Work hard, but no matter how hard you try, it's useless. After all, this year's champion is our Ember!" Old Wei laughed arrogantly: "I have always believed this, Just like my teammates believe that the next game will be the best ending! That’s it! The phone is blocked, don’t disturb me!

Lao Wei decisively put down the phone and took out his third cigarette.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Old Wei turned around stiffly, and his teammates all looked at him with extremely strange expressions: "When... did you guys come out? How much did you hear?"

"It didn't take long, it just started when the old ghost was me, right?" Zhang Jiale turned around and confirmed.

"That's right, there are a few more in front of you, I forgot to count them just now." Fang Rui nodded happily.

…

Isn't this just listening to it from beginning to end?

Lao Wei's face darkened, and he began to think carefully about what shameful lines he had not said just now.

"However, one thing is right. We have always believed that the next scene will definitely be the most perfect ending for you, Old Wei." Lu Liang smiled and put his hand on Old Wei's shoulder, teasing: "It's like Yes, you believe we will definitely win the championship..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get out of here, you guys! Get out of here!" Old Wei scratched his head and cursed, "Fuck, get out of this memory!"

"It doesn't matter, you won't forget it. I recorded it." Lu Liang happily waved the phone in his hand.

"...Let me see how much it will cost to pay for the murder." Old Wei's face turned completely dark.

"Stop worrying, let's go and continue researching. Tyranny is in trouble!"

"Who says it isn't?"

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"I'm afraid the old guy who has been pretending to be a corpse for two years is really going to leave this time." Zhao Yang smiled and shook his head, turned off his cell phone and put it beside the dinner plate.

"So, the rumors are true?" Bai Yanfei asked in a low voice.

"Probably so." Zhao Yang shook his head: "Judging from the last two games of Ember, Lao Wei has indeed just pushed through this difficult rotation period. Next, the places he can play are limited. According to His temper will definitely not play again.”

"Brother Zhao is very familiar with Boss Wei?" Qin Muyun asked curiously.

"If you are familiar with it, of course you are familiar with it. Although I entered the league in the third season, before that, I had watched many of Boss Wei's games." Zhao Yang smiled and whispered: "At that time, we actually also I have always admired Mr. Wei..."

"That's it..." Qin Muyun nodded: "So..."

"So, please work harder. I'm still happy to give Boss Wei a last leg. At the very least, I have to let him have a good time." Zhao Yang stretched out: "I've eaten and I'm going to train first. , hurry up!"

Zhao Yang left with the dinner plate. Qin Muyun and Bai Yanfei looked at each other and started eating in silence.

The relationship between these old-timers seems to be more complicated than imagined.

On the day of the competition, the entire Tyranny team boarded a plane to K City. They settled in a day in advance until eight o'clock the next day, when they boarded the bus and headed to the venue.

Zhao Yang changed into Tyranny's black and red team uniform and zipped up: "Old Han, I plan to go to the other side to have a look. Do you want to come with me?"

The other members who were changing clothes paused and glanced at Han Wenqing. Everyone felt that Zhao Yang just wanted to go to the opposite side and give the Korean team a routine greeting. It was not an invitation at all. The Korean team probably just asked Zhao Yang. Go by yourself and continue to close your eyes and rest.

"Okay." Han Wenqing nodded: "Together."

Look, sure enough...wait?

Everyone's movements froze, and their eyes followed Han Wenqing until he walked out of the room and Zhao Yang closed the door.

"Um, Team Han... followed you out?"

"The Korean team took the initiative to go out and visit before the game?"

"The Korean team is not here, can we... also experience other teams' pre-match parties or something?"

"If you want to die, don't drag us together. Deputy Zhang is still here..."

"Ahem, um, Deputy Zhang, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Zhang Xinjie didn't care about this. He nodded and continued to look at his tactical notebook.

Bai Yanfei looked at the door and pondered for a long time: "You guys think...if the Korean team comes over at this time, they won't be thought that they are looking for trouble before the game?"

"should……"

"What, what, what, what? Are you here to cause trouble? Brothers, you are cheating!" Fang Rui suddenly jumped up and looked nervously in the direction of the door.

When Zhao Yang came in, he said hello cheerfully, but when he saw Han Wenqing also coming in, he instantly became wary.

"Okay, stop playing tricks." Lin Jingyan reluctantly advised, pulling Bai Shu and Qiu Fei to make way for a seat on the sofa: "You two sit down first, the captain is still changing clothes."

"Nothing, we just want to talk to Old Wei about Old Wei?" Zhao Yang took an orange from the fruit plate, peeled it open, and put it in his mouth.

"Aren't you afraid of us drugging you?" Fang Rui asked sinisterly.

"Drug? Drug yourselves?" Zhao Yang peeled off the white lines nonchalantly.

"It's a pleasure to go to the toilet before the game, right... Damn it, Old Han and Old Zhao? Are you two here to cause trouble? Brothers are cheating!" Old Wei, who had just entered the door, suddenly became nervous. stand up.

"... It's hard not to suspect that you guys rehearsed this in advance." Zhao Yang sighed helplessly.

"It's just a joke." Zhang Jiale smiled and took the orange from Zhao Yang's hand, broke off half and handed it to Sun Zheping, who put it directly into his mouth.

Zhao Yang looked at his empty hands and looked at Zhang Jiale, wanting to say something but stopping.

I remember that Zhang Jiale didn't seem to be like this before! Why is he so shameless now! You can be unscrupulous without pressure, right? !

Zhao Yang sighed, he had just peeled the white skin!

"So what are you doing here, to show your power before the game?" Lao Wei put his arm around Han Wenqing's shoulders.

As old rivals who debuted in the same era and had contact in online games, Lao Wei's actions towards Han Wenqing were obviously more casual than others.

Han Wenqing didn't care too much: "I just came to see what kind of condition I would be in since this was my last game. It seems that I am not bad."

"Isn't this certain?" Old Wei said with a smile: "What? Are you planning to find an example for your future?"

Han Wenqing didn't answer, and said to Li Wen who came out of the locker room and nodded politely to them: "See you on the court."

After that, he stood up and walked back to the away locker room with Zhao Yang.

The others in Yu Jin looked at each other in confusion.

Fang Rui scratched his head in confusion: "So, they really just came to see it?"

"What else? What else? Are they really here to pick a fight?" Lin Jingyan smiled and shook his head: "Boss Wei, he still has a lot of connections in the professional league..."

"That's right, look, this is the first time someone has said they want to see me off?" Old Wei shrugged and stretched his muscles: "Don't let them down, right?"

"It's natural..."

[In the second half of the regular season, the Embers vs. Tyranny team officially entered the final countdown. No one knows what the final result will be, but everyone is very clear that no one wants to lose. ] Su Muqiu solemnly added a voice-over: [How do you feel about this, Xiao Wen? ]

"It feels, very good." Li Wen stretched out his fist and bumped it with Old Wei's.

Old Wei looked at Li Wen in a daze, and then a look of relief and excitement appeared on his face: "Then, little ones, accompany me to the end of the journey!" (End of this chapter)