Rise Chapter 101: You are our coach!

Walking into the Internet cafe, Mu Qiu went straight back to the front desk and sat down in front of the computer.

Lean back on the back of the chair and close your eyes.

I can still flash back in my mind what someone said to me at the supper stall just now for ten minutes, as well as the heavy footsteps and back when I finally left.

Mu Qiu opened her eyes again, her expression calm and indifferent.

Draw the chair closer, turn on the computer monitor, hold the mouse, click on a browser page, and tap on the keyboard to open the homepage of the official website of the national server.

The press release issued a few days ago still stays in the most prominent position of the webpage.

In just a few days, the number of clicks and views of this press release may have reached an astonishing tens of millions, and even the vast majority of players and netizens in the entire national server should have read it. More than once.

And this is the first time Mu Qiu clicked on it.

The gaze falls on the content text of the manuscript, and the mouse wheel flicks down little by little.

Read it line by line.

Finally, close the web page.

Mu Qiu's eyes flickered brightly.

Someone at the supper just inadvertently mentioned this matter to him briefly, and did not go into details, but now after seeing this press release with his own eyes, he is also confirmed by the two phases. Has been able to easily see the real information hidden under the surface.

A climb to the sky.

Perhaps someone has researched it on the Internet, and it has been posted and shared with countless netizens in the national service, which has caused an exciting controversial discussion.

But he saw it more clearly.

This is probably a big deal made by his most respected predecessors, as well as the senior leaders of the Telecom Association.

It seems to have given all the capable players and passers-by a huge opportunity for the entire national server.

But the true original intention, or the most direct and pure purpose--

There is nothing more than that one.

Mu Qiu's eyes droop slightly:

Restart the "Battle-Decisive Victory" that year.

Indeed, even with the overall strength of the current LPL division by leaps and bounds, even with the backbone of God-God, Hayami and KG, I want to face the huge challenges mentioned by someone in the new season next year. , Still lacking strength.

So we need a strong new force.

Or, in other words, it needs some strength from the past to rebirth and return.

It's just...

Mu Qiu raised her head, her face expressionless:

Just based on the new team that the guy has pulled up now, do you want to declare to the whole world the return of the team they once had?

Does it match?

……

Min Province, a small town around Xiamen City.

In a convenience store along the street, Zhou Mo, the young owner, sat at the counter, carefully checking today's account book.

Records of shipments and purchases.

Cost, gross profit.

There is also the time and number of clearing and totaling the next batch of retail goods.

These trivial chores, if they were to be done four or five years ago, he would probably be in a hurry, but now he can handle them effortlessly without the aid of a calculator and only by mental calculations.

It used to be the hand used to hold the gaming mouse, now it is holding a pen to write and stroke on the ledger.

Time seems to really change a lot of things.

The phone rang.

Zhou Mo stopped checking the ledger, picked up the phone and glanced at the screen, then smiled slightly.

The note of the call is "Axin", his full name is Zhang Xin, that is, the junior high school teenager he knew and made six months ago, and now... he can be regarded as a very familiar friend.

After answering the phone, Zhou Mo smiled and gave a "hello".

Zhang Xin’s rushing voice came quickly from the other end of the phone:

"Brother Mo! What are you doing!"

Zhou Mo replied: "How about checking the account books, did you study on your own late and leave school?"

"Well, just after school, hey, don’t talk about it, Brother Mo, something big!!"

Fourteen-five-year-old teenagers always seem to have inexhaustible energy, and they seem to be fresh and curious about everything. There are often times when such bluffing, Zhou Mo has long been accustomed to it, and asked with a smile :

"What's wrong?"

The voice of the teenager on the phone came again, unable to hide his excitement:

"Oh, don't you watch the news online?"

"The press release issued by the National Service two days ago! Wow, I have been confiscated the phone in the past two days. I just saw it today, and it’s just hanging up!"

"LSPL's trials!"

"We have two divisions here in Fujian Province, and there is one in Xiamen City! It will start in a month!"

Zhou Mo was stunned to hear: "Really?"

Actually, as Zhang Xin said on the phone, he is more busy with the trivial work of his convenience store on weekdays, and occasionally in his spare time is playing two black games with Zhang Xin and his friends. , Indeed, there is no such thing as regular online surfing and posting forums like ordinary players and netizens.

So until now, he just learned the news of shaking up the national service from Zhang Xin.

Zhou Mo reacted:

"Do you want to participate?"

Zhang Xin on the other end of the phone answered quickly:

"Of course!"

"It's rare to have such a big competition, and it's in Xiamen!"

"I will regret it for a lifetime if I missed it!"

The tone is called a firmness.

But Zhou Mo frowned upon hearing: "But don't you need to go to school?"

On the phone, Zhang Xin chuckled, a little proud: "It's okay, I checked the days specially. The time of the trial matches happens to be on Friday and 6th, which does not affect. Besides, if you can really make it to the finals in the future, Just ask for a leave!"

Zhou Mo woke up, nodded in understanding, and then still a little disagree:

"It's just a game... or going to school is more important--"

Zhang Xin on the phone has interrupted him:

"Oh, Brother Mo, don't say this, I have made up my mind anyway! And if the team members are all found, you are missing!"

Huh?

This next week, Mo is really stunned:

"Me?"

Zhang Xin's tone is of course:

"Yes!"

The reaction of Zhou Mo suddenly shook his head again and again: "No way, no way, it's too messy, how can I, let's talk about it...I have to look after the store, aren't your team members also looking for it?"

Zhang Xin smiled again: "I've found them all, just the few of my classmates you met before-but the players belong to the players, we still lack a coach!"

"Coach?"

"Yes! Serious teams must have a coach!"

Zhou Mo shook his head again and again:

"I can't... Coach or something, I have no experience."

The attitude is quite determined.

But I didn’t expect Zhang Xin on the other end of the phone to be more determined:

"Who said that?"

"Brother Mo, you are too unconfident! I won't talk about the strength of the game, but as far as the game is understood, I think you are a lot stronger than me!"

This is the truth.

In the recent period ~IndoMTL.com~ He and Zhou Mo had a double row, and they realized this directly. Although the personal level of operation does not seem to be too much, in other respects, Zhou Mo has shown His understanding and judgment of team battles, laning, vision, and opponents made him truly amazed.

Sometimes he listens to Zhou Mo's analysis, and even feels like listening to professional commentators and professional players analyzing while watching a live broadcast of a professional game.

"So—"

Zhang Xin's tone on the other end of the phone is sure:

"Brother Mo, don't hesitate anymore."

"From today, you will be the coach of our team!"

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