In the third match today, 4AM actually felt no pressure at all. Their points currently ranked first in all four groups.
Qualifying was obviously no problem, so the coach also stopped telling them to play cautiously today. They could play however they wanted.
Well, as it turned out, the coach himself did not come today.
His daughter had caught a cold and developed a fever over the past two days, so Jiang Siming simply told him not to come over and to stay home with his child.
Being 4AM's coach was probably the easiest job, because even during regular matches, Jiang Siming and Wei Shen handled most of the tactical planning.
The coach was mainly responsible for supervising the players' daily training and setting the most suitable training direction for each player. That was basically his entire role.
So the coach spent every day walking on eggshells, working even harder to supervise the players' training, afraid that 4AM might decide he was redundant and fire him one day. (Crying angrily.)
They entered the arena, but the match had not started yet.
The players from the various teams were either chatting or resting with their eyes closed.
"Ming God, how many kills are you guaranteeing this match?" 17shou asked Jiang Siming with a grin from below the stage.
"Why talk about kills? I've always played cautiously. It's best if I don't kill anyone at all. I've never liked taking gunfights," Jiang Siming replied without batting an eye.
17shou and all the players from the other groups below looked utterly speechless. Are you messing with us?
You call yourself cautious? You don't like taking gunfights?
Even if every liar in the world dropped dead, they still would not believe Jiang Siming's nonsense.
"Ah Beast, we've guaranteed our qualification. You guys need to