Class 7, Grade 3.

A math class is in progress, and the stern middle-aged math teacher teaches on the podium in a mechanical tone that looks like hypnosis.

The students under the podium were drowsy and almost fell down. Except for a few academic masters, many of them struggled to persevere, but could not help but start dozing.

For example, Ouyang had already fallen asleep three times in the last row of the second group.

Three times, he suddenly woke up from his sleep. He immediately glanced around and looked at the math teacher on the podium. Ouyang finally felt relieved and prepared to continue lying down and sleep.

And at this moment, he suddenly looked at Lin Feng beside him in shock, shocking:

"Damn Fengzi, why are you still so energetic?"

"Don't you have to sleep in mathematics classes??"

Because at this time, Lin Feng was burying his head on a piece of paper and writing and scratching.

After writing a piece of paper, take a closer look, shake your head, and throw away the paper directly.

Turn on another piece of paper and continue writing and scratching on it.

Ouyang couldn't help but come up and look at it with curiosity:

"Fengzi, what are you writing--"

As a result, before he could see what Lin Feng had written on the paper, he swept out of the corner of his eye to the math teacher on the podium and was about to turn his head to look here, but he was so scared that he shrank and quickly gave up his plan.

Lin Feng did not pay any attention to Ouyang beside him, and he didn't even care about the math teacher on the podium.

His eyes were staring at the paper content in front of him from beginning to end, and at the same time, he was making various calculations in his heart.

ban selection.

Lineup position arrangement.

The style and routine of the Shanghai Foreign High School team.

The laning ability and operating habits of the players at each position.

All the factor variables kept flashing alternately in Lin Feng's mind, and then they were tried to disassemble and analyze one by one, and then they tried to find a way to deal with it.

Lin Feng is actually not good at such things.

Therefore, such a huge amount of calculation will also make him feel extremely huge mental loss.

And this calculation has been going on all night since last night until now, and his eyes are covered with bloodshot:

(wrong.)

(No, no, no, no!)

(This is not enough, it is still wrong!)

(It must...it must be found a more suitable solution!)

...

Every night after school, everyone in the e-sports club team will continue to gather together to go to the Internet cafe to play a group squad for training.

Generally speaking, in this kind of training, a few people from the e-sports club team except Lin Feng started to form a roster. Ouyang would occasionally replace him and play two games on the court. Then Lin Feng would stand by and watch, pointing out some problems that the team members had and giving suggestions for modification.

But this is not the case on this day.

Lin Feng saw the group of several members of the e-sports club team from the beginning to the end, but said nothing.

In the end, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Lin Feng, but they saw the latter shook his head and said, "You guys continue practicing, I'll go and start a computer next to me and play two games in a row."

Then he ran to the side by himself and drove another computer to make a single row.

"Feng, what's going on with Brother Feng?"

Liu Yue looked at Lin Feng, who had already started a solo tour not far away, and couldn't help but murmur.

Wei Dong said with some uncertainty: "Yes... our condition is so bad today. Are Fengzi angry?"

Ouyang was puzzled: "No, I feel that the fight just now was obviously okay, right?"

Yang Fan held up his glasses and said calmly:

"But this 'ok' state is definitely not enough to be a foreign high school."

Everyone in the e-sports club team suddenly stopped talking.

Because they all knew that Yang Fan's words were correct. With their current strength and the performance of the platoon in the game just now, it would be considered good, but if they face the Shanghai Foreign High School team...

Still not much chance of winning.

Ren Rou waved her fist and cheered for the team:

"It's okay, just work hard!"

"Even if we really lose, we will still show our all-out style, and there will be no regrets!"

...

not enough.

Ren Rou's words to encourage everyone in the e-sports club team were indeed very correct.

But for Lin Feng, that's not enough.

What he wants is more than "working will lead to regrets."

He wants to win.

He would lead the 13th High School e-sports club team to defeat Shangwai High School and even win the championship of this Shanghai 16 School League.

He watched the previous team training very seriously.

The reason why he did not make any suggestions or suggestions was not because he was angry with his teammates, because he knew that both Liu Yue, Yang Fan, Wei Dong and Ouyang, who were substitutes, had already worked hard enough.

But not enough.

Lin Feng clearly saw the strength of the current e-sports club team, which was no different from the conclusions he had been writing and calculating on paper before.

Such strength is not enough to defeat the Shangwai High School team.

It is unrealistic to make the team members have a qualitative leap in terms of strength in a short period of time.

So Lin Feng took all the responsibilities on himself.

This is the only conclusion he calculated after exhausting his mind and energy—

If the overall overall strength of the team is not enough, he will forcefully make up for it alone and force the strength of the entire team to rise up!

All the pressure...

Leave it to him alone to carry it!

So he decisively gave up the supervision and training of several teammates in the team and began to work hard to practice his state.

Now Lin Feng only has one thought in his mind:

As long as he is strong enough.

As long as he can achieve that absolute crushing effect.

Then even if he faces the Shanghai Foreign High School Affiliated High School team, he can lead the Thirteenth High Team to win!

(so--)

(To be stronger.)

(To be more carried.)

(To...to win!!)

In the game screen on the computer screen, a blue mid laner Yasuo had almost defeated the opponent's purple mid laner Zeras under Lin Feng's control.

At this time, Lin Feng's eyes were still heart-pounding.

...

Lin Feng was a little obsessed with it.

When I was in the Internet Cafe, I was desperately sequeling alone.

After returning home, I started a Korean server agent and continued to go to the solo ranking alone.

Try hard to exercise your state.

Trying desperately to improve your strength faster.

After playing the ranking, I took out a small notebook and racked my brains to write and draw, calculating various factors and situations, and tried every means to carry the team to win in the subsequent semi-finals with my own strength.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in his companions and teammates of the e-sports club team.

This is caused by his character.

Just like the S1 finals that year, Lin Feng was determined to believe that what he had to bear was the greatest responsibility and was under extremely huge pressure. After the final defeat, he was also discouraged and thought that it was his own fault.

Just like now.

He also stubbornly put pressure on himself, and he had to bear all the burdens he would face in the Shangwai High School team alone.
To be continued...