Chapter 3: Senior Hand, you must pin me to death on the bench! Please!
By the time Zhuang Nan returned to the dormitory, the teenagers were already asleep.
The sleeping appearance is ugly.
Zhuang Nan quietly walked to his bed and lay down.
He hasn't had a good rest yet.
A night of silence.
"Morning."
As soon as Zhuang Nan got up, he saw Chen Ze in the bed next to him saying hello in a daze.
He nodded slightly,
"Morning."
After washing up, Zhuang Nan put on his youth training uniform.
TES.mid07?
He looked at the sign on his waist, looking confused.
Chen Ze felt more and more that this good-looking mid laner was probably dizzy due to too much pressure, so he kindly suggested,
"This is the player number plate. After all, we were all sent from the youth training of our respective teams. Like your TES, it is the team you and the contract are with."
"After three months of training, all youth trainees will go through a player draft. The higher the ranking, the bigger the contract they will get. At the same time, your club can also give priority to repurchasing you under certain conditions. .”
I see.
Zhuang Nan showed an expression of complete understanding.
Does this mean that you are the seventh mid laner sent by the TES club?
The number seven is slightly concerning.
Chen Ze scratched his head, "Actually, I don't recommend you to stay in TES."
Zhuang Nan was stunned for a moment, "Why?"
Chen Ze sighed,
"Why else? I don't have any playing space."
"The current mid laner of TES is Knight. He is a golden left hand and his performance on the court is ridiculous. Can ordinary people steal his starting spot?"
Zhuang Nan:. . . I think it's totally fine.
As a triple-champion mid laner at his peak, no one could make him sit on the bench.
This is not arrogance, this is the focus of the championship and the confidence of fmvp.
But still the same sentence.
Zhuang Nan no longer wanted to be a struggling force.
The name of his system is a broken system, you let him compete for the starting spot?
It doesn't matter whether I play the starting mid lane or not, it's not interesting.
Wouldn't it be nice if tes could buy it back for me and then wear it on the bench?
At 16 years old, I am afraid that the starting midfielder in the team is not strong enough.
tes is a good place to go, and his substitute must be secure. After all, the golden left hand sounds like a very scary mid laner.
With such a macho mid laner at the front, he still worries about not being able to sit on the bench?
The plan goes through!
"Thank you."
Zhuang Nan, who had made up his mind, thanked him.
Chen Ze shook his head, "Nothing, let's go, today's first placement test is about to begin."
The two walked out of the dormitory, and Zhuang Nan discovered that the youth training camp was actually a very large building, with players filing out of the surrounding rooms.
"What exactly is a placement test?"
Zhuang Nan couldn't suppress his curiosity and couldn't help but ask.
"It's very simple. We will grade you according to your performance in the game."
Chen Ze said as he walked.
"If you do well, you will be a student in Class S, and if you do poorly, you will be a student in Class F."
"Among them, Class S is almost destined to be in the top ten. It is a position that only very talented youth players can get."
"On the contrary, the youth training players in Class F are in a worse situation. Every time they are assigned to Class F, if they still do not improve next time, they will be directly persuaded to return to the club."
Chen Ze shivered,
"It's embarrassing."
Zhuang Nan touched his wrist, which was a habit he had when thinking.
He wanted to show off, but he really didn't want to be too embarrassed.
It's funny to say it. A three-time champion mid laner was persuaded to quit by the youth training? Zhuang Nan thought that he couldn't afford to lose that person.
It seems that I really can’t go to Class F.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there were many cameras on both sides of the corridor.
Zhuang Nan:. . . ?
"This is?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention that this selection process is actually a program."
Chen Ze explained,
"On the one hand, it is to ensure that the selection is fair and just, and on the other hand, it is also to allow the players with higher picks to gain a group of fans in advance, so that they will not be unknown and unable to create profits for the club after they start their careers."
"This is also proposed by the club. You can't offer a contract worth tens or millions of dollars and wait for you to slowly show results and attract fans, right? If you can make a little bit, it's a little bit."
Zhuang Nan: This. . Is it so real?
This damn capitalist!
I really want to be one too. . .
But this mode is too similar to their Dimension Girl 101!
"If that's the case, there won't be any fan voting, right?"
Zhuang Nan suddenly asked.
Chen Ze's "How do you know" expression left Zhuang Nan speechless.
Really? !
"So I envy you very much. If you are popular enough, you can sign a contract even if Kegnar plays like shit."
Chen Ze sighed,
"Although I can't meet the playing standards, there is still no problem in making financial arrangements through live broadcast."
"You are so good-looking, there must be nothing wrong with you."
Zhuang Nan was silent.
Do these evil bosses really want to exploit young players?
Damn it, I thought too. . .
"We're here."
Chen Ze stopped and looked forward.
Zhuang Nan looked over and saw only a man wearing a white team uniform.
"Is our head coach this time actually a pawn?"
Chen Ze murmured to himself,
"pawn? Who?"
Except for Zhuang Nan, he really didn't know him.
Chen Ze didn't care either. He had already discovered that Zhuang Nan was extremely lacking in certain basic knowledge. For now, he attributed it to the fact that the child was probably dizzy from the pressure.
"I was the MSI champion mid laner in S5 and the SSW champion mid laner in S4."
"He has skin, a male swordsman."
Zhuang Nan really wanted to say that I have them too, and there are three of them.
But he still understood the situation clearly. Chen Ze's look at him looking at an idiot was no joke.
Zhuang Nan was afraid that he would send her to a mental hospital on a whim, which would be a lot of fun.
But not speaking is a bit rude.
So he. . .
"Oh."
"Oh? It just disappeared in a flash?"
Chen Ze looked at him with wide eyes,
"That's the champion mid laner!"
"Then what?"
Zhuang Nan blinked. He really didn't think there was anything important about being a champion. He was soft-handed.
"Crazy!"
Chen Ze didn't know what to say, so he could only praise him.
At this time, the pawn on the stage had already begun to speak.
"Hello."
As he spoke, the honors he had received so far were posted behind him.
Zhuang Nan, a pure passerby, thinks. . . A bit thin.
"I am the mid laner of edg, pawn."
Instead of saying that he is the champion of ssw, he would describe himself as the mid laner of the team called edg. This pawn has a deep affection for this team called edg.
Zhuang Nan thought silently.
pawn spoke calmly and slowly,
"He's from your class too, head coach."
"I don't have much to say, because I feel that my career has not reached my expectations. I am not qualified to tell you what you should and should not do as a person who has experienced it."
"But, I hope that you will all become the future of lpl."
The venue was quiet for a moment, then burst into applause.
Zhuang Nan clapped along with the crowd.
This is to encourage this player, because as a senior, he is indeed qualified. He was not arrogant when he won the championship. He also gave blessings to the juniors, which deserves respect.
As for the future of lpl. . .
Then forget it. I, Zhuang Nan, just want to live a peaceful substitute life!
(End of chapter)