Rise Chapter 1820: The odds of winning the year

Compared with the girl’s deliberate avoidance and turning away from the subject when facing someone’s question, Park Chanyeol, who is also the general supervisor of the SSK team club, is more direct and frank in the face of Han Shihao’s doubtful question:

"I think--"

"In the training room just now, I probably saw an ‘old friend’."

However, he didn’t give more detailed explanations for this sentence. Since his question could not be answered satisfactorily from Han Shihao, Park Chanyeol immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of calls. Number:

"Hello, Brother Jihyun."

"It's me, Chanyeol, um, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"Are you still in Seoul, yes yes, yes, I have arrived in the UK with the club. Let's have a barbecue after we go back. Hahaha can call my sister-in-law too."

"By the way, there is something I probably need to trouble my brother."

"Well, in the S1 season that year, the runner-up Chinese team, except for the five players on the field, should have the personnel information sealed."

"Maybe there is not much in the official information, so if you can, some of the recorded videos at the time are also OK, if you can send them all, it would be great."

"Yes, it's okay, it's just that I was suddenly interested in the past, please."

"Okay, brother, hard work, wait for an appointment when you go back."

Talking to the person on the other side of the phone, Park Chanyeol always had a bright and enthusiastic smile on his face. It was not until the phone was hung up that the smile on the face of the young SSK chief supervisor slowly subsided into calmness.

Han Shihao, who heard from the beginning to the end, frowned more and more, and he looked at Park Chanyeol with more questions:

"Che Zhixuan?"

If he didn't guess wrong, the person on the phone just now should be the official coordinator of Riot in their Korean division, and his status is almost half a level higher than the vice chairman of the Korea E-Sports Association.

Listening to the conversation just now, I didn't expect that the chief supervisor in front of me and the big figure in a high position would have such a personal relationship, as if they had easily successfully invited the other party to help.

Piao Chanyeol raised his head and looked at Han Shihao, and shrugged indifferently:

"Hmm."

"Brother Ji-hyun and I have been in friendship for six or seven years, and we often dated out to drink and eat barbecue. At that time, he was just a small employee in our Korea Telecom Association."

Han Shihao sneered after hearing it:

"So you have been calculating people's present from so long ago."

"You have more than one relationship of this kind, right."

Park Chanyeol laughed:

"Of course."

"It is always good to know more friends. Just like this one, I usually cultivate more relationships, I don't know which day it might come in handy."

Han Shihao commented coldly; "Then you are really foresight."

Although it seems to be a compliment, it sounds full of undisguised mockery.

Park Chanyeol didn't mean to be angry at all, and shook his head indifferently: "Of course you can look down on it. As a professional e-sports player, you just need to concentrate on your training and competition, but the club also needs me like this. People standing behind you are indispensable for both."

It's true.

Han Shihao is not stupid, he is naturally clear, so there is nothing to refute, but he frowns again:

"The person you are talking about, is that important?"

"Does it cost you to cultivate this important network that you are operating."

It’s also extremely rare for him to see that the superintendent of the club in front of him who has always been wrong with him is so concerned about something and someone, and he must know that although the conversation on the phone just now seemed very easy and smooth, The laughter from the other end of the phone was also warm and hearty, but when you think about it, you know that it is not without a price for such a big figure in a high position to agree to help.

For Han Shihao’s question, Park Chanyeol did not give a positive answer, but instead asked abruptly:

"S1 finals that year."

"What do you think would be the odds of winning between you and the Chinese team without me?"

One sentence made Han Shihao stop being asked.

After a long silence, the world's No. 1 mid laner and the winner of the S1 championship trophy in the S1 season did not speak slowly:

"Without you, the odds of winning would be 10% less."

Even if the chief supervisor in front of him has never been pleasing to his eyes, Han Shihao will seek truth from facts on this issue. As their team leader and coach in the S1 season, the importance and importance of this to their team at that time Contribution cannot be ignored.

And you need to know--

At that time, the BO5 group played five full games, and there was no final victory or defeat before the last minute. The strength of the two sides was almost between five and five.

So, if the odds of winning are reduced by 10% to that extent...

It almost means that the world championship trophy at that time will change hands.

Everything that follows may also become completely different.

Piao Chanyeol laughed again after hearing this:

"Is it 10%?"

"It's rare to hear such compliments from your mouth. Thank you. For me, it is almost 10%."

Han Shihao looked at the young chief supervisor in front of him:

"What the **** do you want to say?"

The smile on Park Chanyeol's face is undiminished, but the gaze in her eyes is dim and deep:

"I think... back then, my coach helped you add 10% to your chances of winning."

"What about your opponent?"

"The team from the China Division, do you think it really depends on the kid named Maple and his other teammates to be evenly matched with you guys who have my help to plan their moves?"

Speaking of which, there is almost no euphemism to cover up.

Point out a certain truth directly.

Han Shihao finally reacted, his expression shaking suddenly:

"You mean—"

Piao Chanyeol's narrow and feminine eyes narrowed slightly:

"The one behind them."

"The chance to help their team increase, at least...is 15%."

……

Man City, the center of the city.

The black SUV commercial vehicle came to a halt in front of a tall office building.

The door of the car opened, and the number one walked out of the car.

Number One looked up at the office building in front of you:

"Well, here it is."

No.3, who came by, put his hands up and down in front of his eyes and looked at the office building up and down, and said: "I didn't expect that the World Telecom Association actually had this kind of branch in Manchester. It is impressive. "

No.4 laughs: "Professional e-sports are getting better and better in recent years. Of course, the status of the World Telecom Association is also rising. Compared with the past, it is naturally much stronger."

No. 2 commented coldly on the side: "If you are greedy for pomp, the smell of copper is getting heavier."

No. 3 tilted his head to look over, teasing:

"You can talk to us about this now, and you will have to pay attention to it when you go up later-otherwise, be careful of the old things of the World Telecom Association, and you will be ruined. ."

No. 4 also nodded again and again~IndoMTL.com~ warned to his companions: "Yes, later...I really need to pay attention to the words."

No. 2 frowned, a little impatient and responded: "I know, I know, I know."

No. 5 can't help but cover his mouth and smile: "It's hard for No. 2, but it's a little harder. It will be fine later when things are done."

Number One looked at several companions and waved casually:

"That's it."

"Go up."

"After waiting for so long, a good show...it's time to be staged."

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