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Chapter 67: That year, the eleventh inning

Not enough to fight.

This is the most frank and straightforward answer that Lin Feng honestly gave after carefully savoring the question of Senior No. 1.

Number one on the other end of the phone laughed:

"You boy, you're really not ordinary greedy."

"The strongest crow in Europe in the past generation has been the only one who has been a free sparring game for you. Most people are envious of this kind of treatment. Are you not satisfied with it?"

Lin Feng laughed, while being modest, he did not forget to flatter his master:

"No matter how powerful it is, you are not as good as you, Senior Number One."

No. 1 on the other end of the phone shook his head and smiled:

"Okay, serious."

"After all, I've had ten games. What do you think of that crow?"

After hearing this, Lin Feng finally became more serious, thought about it, and gave a solemn answer:

"Stronger than I thought."

"I'm not his opponent right now."

In fact, even if he finally won Crow in the tenth game, Lin Feng was not at all complacent. The previous nine consecutive losses were enough to make him absolutely vigilant and alert to the strongest European man of the previous generation.

No. 1 on the other end of the phone:

"It's good to have this understanding. I'm afraid you will start to swell after winning a game."

Lin Feng shook his head:

"That game is just luck."

"It's nothing."

Indeed, in the match between Riven vs. Snake Girls, Lin Feng knew that his strength had briefly exploded and even returned to the peak of the S1 season, but he could win the victory in the end, but it was not because his strength surpassed Crow.

It’s just that the ADC of the opponent Purple Party’s army made a mistake in the end, which made him just seize the opportunity.

No. 1 nodded slightly:

"Do you think that compared to the boy named Han, who is stronger or weaker than the dead crow?"

Lin Feng stopped for a while, hesitated a little, and gave a deep answer for a while:

"If you have personal operation level... it should be 55, and F may be a little stronger."

"But from the perspective of overall comprehensive capabilities"

"That Crow's command ability and dominance in the battle situation are more experienced than F."

Only Lin Feng dares to give such an evaluation.

Because it can almost be said that he is the opponent who really knows Han Shihao best. After ten-game ranking matches with Crow, he is the only one who is qualified to measure and judge these two god-level mid-lane strong men who are also at the top of the pyramid of the world professional circle.

The words are not clear.

But vaguely, Lin Feng's attitude believed that Crow's strength was vaguely better than Han Shihao.

But then Lin Feng added seriously;

"However, I think if I give F a little more time and can play Crow a few times, the outcome will not be certain."

For Lin Feng's answer, No. 1 on the other end of the phone nodded and smiled:

"Um."

"The dead crow is still at his peak, but it has reached the ceiling and can't get up any further."

"But both the boy named Han and you still have enough room for improvement."

"Just give you some more time, those old guys who surpassed the previous generation..., including me and Lee Do-jae, will not become a problem."

In the understatement, what actually contains No. 1's unreserved high evaluation and recognition of Lin Feng and Han Shihao.

Lin Feng was solemn and listened carefully to the teachings of the senior No. 1 on the other end of the phone.

Number one on the other end of the phone paused a little, and continued calmly:

"But you and Han Shihao are different."

"Now he has stood at a height that can almost represent the highest benchmark of the new generation, and launched an impact towards a higher level."

"And you haven't."

"You are making progress very fast. I saw it, and No. 2 also saw it, but that's not enough."

"So this is destined to put in more effort and effort."

Lin Feng nodded vigorously when he heard this.

He had already known this, so he had already made enough psychological preparations.

In the last sentence, No. 1's tone became somewhat meaningful:

"and"

"It's not enough for you alone."

Lin Feng was slightly stunned, and then he could hear the voice of Senior No. 1 on the other end of the phone:

"E-sports is not a game for one person..."

"Even if it's the boy named Han, he now has the four teammates and companions who are enough for him to trust."

"And you?"

"Don't forget"

"Even the dead crow is not fighting alone."

"Some words may be a bit early to say now, but it's actually not too early. Boy, have you found a partner who is worthy of your back and fight side by side?"

...

The young man on the other side of the ocean hung up the phone.

There are some things that he doesn't need to give more specific reminders and warnings. After all, the rest still depends on a boy to reminisce and think about.

In the living room of the hotel apartment, a beautiful woman who was suffocating enough from temperament to appearance was sitting on the sofa, with her long soft black hair scattered on her shoulders, and she was flirting with a leisurely and elegant posture. When she saw the young man hung up the phone, the woman raised her head and looked over with a smile:

"Are you educating Xiaofeng again?"

No. 1 subconsciously grabbed his hair and laughed:

"yes."

"I'm afraid that the boy will be complacent after winning the dead crow once, so I have to sound the alarm bell for him."

In the world professional e-sports circle, the woman who was considered the most golden god-level combination of youth by the previous generation, smiled sweetly:

"You usually seem to be indifferent."

"Actually they are just pretending."

"When I mention my apprentice, I'm still so concerned."

No. 1 coughed twice awkwardly:

"Ahem, after all, I am his master, so I can't really ignore the blame, right?"

The woman smiled slightly:

"But there are some things that Xiaofeng and the others still need to experience and face on their own, and accept setbacks to truly grow up, right?"

No. 1 nodded, then shook his head again:

"If it's just under normal circumstances, it's true that this is true. I also believe that that kid can one day surpass the banner of our real growth into a new generation, but..."

“The situation is not the same now.”

"That dead crow and the old immortals from Europe back then have all come back."

"If those guys get into a slap, the situation will change a bit. If I really don't care at all, relying on Xiao Feng alone may not be able to withstand the pressure."

The woman nodded, suddenly curious again:

"By the way, Xiaofeng and Crow have fought?"

"How is the result?"

Number One Smile:

"Nine consecutive losses, and the last tenth game won."

The woman couldn't help but chuckled: "Sure enough, that little guy is still as persevering as before. When he played solo with you, he lost more than 20 games in a row, right?"

No. 1 laughed: "It's a must, otherwise how can you be qualified to be my apprentice?"

As a top immortal legend that almost everyone in the last generation must be recognized by everyone, the young man's vision is undoubtedly extremely picky.

And being able to fight him for twenty-three games that year and finally win the first victory in the 24th game, someone's talent, strength and toughness are definitely an unprecedented example among the new generation of professional players.

only……

No. 1 narrowed his eyes slightly.

His thoughts also drifted a few years ago at this moment.

At the beginning...

In addition to that brat, there was actually another person who even more shocked and moved him.

It's also a solo game.

The girl, who was only fifteen years old at the time, went from losing streak to winning the first victory from him in the end

In total, only eleven rounds were spent.

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