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

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

I could still flash back what someone said to me in the ten minutes at the midnight snack stall, as well as the heavy steps and back when I finally left.

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

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

The press release published a few days ago still stays at the most eye-catching position on the web page.

In just a few days, the number of 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 have already viewed it more than once.

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

The eyes fell on the content and text of the press release, and the mouse wheel slashed down bit by bit.

Read the past one by one.

Finally, close the web page.

Mu Qiu's eyes flashed brightly.

Previously, someone at the night snack stall simply mentioned this matter inadvertently and did not elaborate on it. However, after seeing this press release with his own eyes, after confirming it, he was able to see the real information hidden under the surface without any trouble.

A ladder to the sky.

Perhaps someone has already researched it online and posted it to countless Chinese server netizens, which has caused an exciting and controversial discussion.

But he saw it more clearly.

This is probably a big deal made by those seniors he respects the most, along with the senior executives of the Television Association.

It seems that it has given all capable players in the entire national server a huge opportunity for passers-by.

But the real intention, or the most direct and pure purpose

There is nothing more than that one.

Mu Qiu's eyes drooped slightly:

Restart the "Battle-Decisive Win" of that year.

Indeed, even with the overall strength of the LPL region, even with the backbone of God's Hand, Sushui and KG, it is still difficult to face the huge challenges mentioned by someone in the new season next year.

So the strong strength of the new generation is needed.

Or in other words, it requires some former power to be reborn and return.

only……

Mu Qiu raised his head, with no expression on his face:

Just because of the new team that the guy has now raised, is he trying to declare to the whole world the return of the team they once did?

Is it worth it?

...

Fujian Province, a small town around Xiamen City.

In a convenience store along the street, the young owner Zhou Mo sat in front of the counter and carefully looked through today's account book.

Shipping and purchase records.

Cost, gross profit.

There is also the time and number of liquidation for the next batch of goods.

If it were four or five years ago, he would have been in a hurry, but now he can handle these trivial chores without using the calculator and mental calculations alone without any effort.

The hand used to hold the e-sports mouse is now used to hold the pen and write and scratch the account book.

Time seems to really change a lot of things.

The cell phone rings.

Zhou Mo stopped checking the account book, picked up his phone and looked at the screen, and smiled slightly.

The note for the call was "A Xin", whose full name was Zhang Xin, which is the junior high school boy he met and made half a year ago. Now... he can be regarded as a very familiar friend with him.

After answering the phone, Zhou Mo smiled and said "heat".

Zhang Xinxing's voice quickly came from the other end of the phone:

"Brother Mo! What are you doing!"

Zhou Mo replied: "Where are you checking the account book? Have you studied for yourself late at night?"

"Yeah, just after school, I won't talk about this, Brother Mo, there's something big about it!!"

A 14 or 15-year-old boy always seems to have endless energy and seems to be fresh and curious about everything. There are often times when you are whining like this. Zhou Mo has long been accustomed to it and asked with a smile:

"What's wrong?"

The boy's voice came again on the other end of the phone, unable to hide his excitement:

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

"The press release issued by the Chinese server two days ago! Wow, I have been confiscated my phone these two days. I just saw it today, and it was so terrifying!"

“The LSPL trial match!”

"We have two sub-competition areas in Fujian Province, and there is one in Xiamen City! It will start in a month!"

Zhou Mo was stunned when he heard this: "Is that true?"

It is indeed just as Zhang Xin on the other end of the phone said. On weekdays, he is more busy with the trivial work of his convenience store. In his occasional leisure, he only plays two games with Zhang Xin and his friends. He does not go online and visit the Tieba forum like ordinary players and netizens.

So it was not until now that he had just learned the news about the shocking national server from Zhang Xin.

Zhou Mo reacted:

"You want to attend?"

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

"Of course!"

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

"If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

The tone was so sure.

But Zhou Mo frowned a little when he heard it: "But don't you have to go to school?"

Zhang Xin laughed on the phone, feeling a little proud: "It's okay, I have checked my life specifically. The competition time of the selection matches happens to be Friday and Saturday, which will not affect it. Besides, if you can really make it to the finals later, just take a leave!"

Zhou Mo woke up, nodded in understanding, and then he still disagreed:

"It's just a competition...it's more important to go to school."

Zhang Xin, on the other end of the phone, had already interrupted his words:

"Oh, Brother Mo, stop talking about these things, I've made up my mind anyway! And I've found all the team members, and you're missing!"

Um?

Zhou Mo was really stunned by the following:

"I?"

Zhang Xin's tone was natural:

"yes!"

Zhou Mo, who reacted, shook his head repeatedly: "No, it's too messy, how can I? Besides... I still have to take care of the store. Haven't your team members also found all of them?"

Zhang Xin smiled again: "I've found all of them. My classmates you have met before, but the team members are the team members. We still have a coach!"

"coach?"

"Yes! All serious teams need to have a coach!"

Zhou Mo shook his head again:

"I can't do it... coaching or something, I have no experience."

The attitude is quite firm.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Xin on the other end of the phone was even more determined:

"Who said that?"

"Brother Mo, you are just too unconfident! I won't talk about the game's strength, but just the game understands it. I think you are much better than me!"

This is the truth.

In recent times, he and Zhou Mo have experienced this directly and truly realized this. Although he doesn't seem to see much in his personal operation level, in other aspects, Zhou Mo's understanding and judgment of team battles, laning, vision, and opponents all made him sincerely amazed.

Sometimes when he listens to Zhou Mo's analysis, he even feels like he is listening to professional commentary while watching a live broadcast of a professional competition, and professional players and guests are analyzing it.

"so"

Zhang Xin on the other end of the phone said with a firm tone:

"Brother Mo, stop hesitating."

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

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Chapter completed!