Oh, of course, the above referred to human emotions. Please don't make any baseless associations.
"Get ready. We won Game 1 on Red Side, so they'll probably get desperate in Game 2. It won't be easy to take them down." After escaping from the coach, Rookie seemed to have caught a touch of bureaucratic habit himself. Once the coach had finished serving up his motivational speech, it was this big brother's turn to keep the pep talk going.
"Got it, Brother Yijin. Don't worry, Brother Yijin."
"Do you really get it?" Rookie gave his AD a suspicious look. Judging by his performance in the first game, he felt Luo Zhen was most likely just humoring him. But Luo Zhen's attitude was especially sincere now—so sincere that kind-hearted Rookie couldn't find a single fault with it.
"Absolutely. V5 only has one tactical direction: wherever Brother Ji points, I fight. There definitely won't be any problems!"
Out of the whole team, Luo Zhen dared provoke anyone except Rookie.
It wasn't because of Rookie's seniority. It was because, thinking about the future, Luo Zhen figured that if his kids ever became disobedient, he could ask Rookie to act as the middleman and send them straight to Korea to study cafeteria food.
Wouldn't three years of that be more effective than the Lightning King?
They could lose weight while they were at it, too.
V5's backstage atmosphere was cheerful and harmonious; on the other side, T1 was pumping its players full of adrenaline like crazy.
Gumayusi in particular had gone through rage—hysteria—confusion—pain—self-doubt—and Accepting Failure, before successfully becoming a Newborn. That was why the World Championship was so good at helping people grow. Under the intense pressure of competition and public opinion, if you didn't improve with time, you were destined to become someone else's