It felt a bit cold in the training room.

There was no other reason for it; Close on his own was enough to freeze an entire summer, let alone a mere training room.

Ning Zhehan’s little mouth blared on for a long time before he finally seemed to realize that the atmosphere wasn’t quite right.

Little Ning shut up and blinked his eyes.

Cough, cough... What was going on?

Brother Cai knew the reason for it, but he didn’t dare to say anything.

Wei Xiao also knew, but it wasn’t convenient for him to coax Lu Feng right now because there were too many people present.

Chen Feng knew most of all, and he only felt that his brain was hurting and he needed painkillers to continue living.

Xiang Liu was a worldly-wise person and immediately realized that something wasn’t right. He shut his mouth and stood there cleverly.

Nobody spoke, and the cooling system in the room became even more effective.

Wei Xiao took responsibility for the things he’d done. He steeled himself and opened his mouth, “Captain…”

Lu Feng: “Yes.”

Wei Xiao’s heart was dripping blood. “We won’t play training matches with them!”

Once these words came out, Ning Zhehan’s eyes grew wide.

Yue Wenle bowed his head and stared at his potato chips, pulling him back at the same time.

Little Ning restrained himself, but his heart was turbulent and stormy: It was over, it was over; he’d been careless for just a moment and even forgotten about those old rumors.

––Yan Jiang and Close didn’t get along.

As early as when they were in FTW, the two of them had a precedent of not saying a word to each other for half a month.

Later on, when the Team of Gods was disbanded, Yan Jiang had been the first to go while Close had been the only one to stay behind.

From these details, people could infer how serious the conflict between the two men was.

Many old fans liked to compare Yan Jiang with Close.

The Yuan Ze from the old Team of Gods was a butterfly who didn’t act human; Xie He was a thorny hedgehog who would fight over anything; Kim Sung-hyun was a delicate proud flower when he didn’t speak.

Only Yan Jiang and Close were both equally silent, with equally powerful auras, and were equally able to dominate a crowd.

As the saying went, two tigers couldn’t live on the same mountain. Many people felt that these two people were key reasons for why the Team of Gods had split up.

Yan Jiang was someone who always meant what he said.

The Close who’d just joined the team, had been a complete lone wolf.

In this transition from the old to new, their ideas conflicted, and it would be more strange if no problems arose.

At the time, Yan Jiang’s fans and Close’s fans tore fiercely into each other.

Yan Jiang fans: “Our Captain Yan is dedicated to FTW. Without him, today’s FTW wouldn’t exist. The management is really messed up. Seeing that Close has more economic value, they began to start treating the old players like shit!”

Close fans: “Teams have to make money, too. Yan Jiang never participates in various activities, and he doesn’t even cooperate with marketing. He’s just a support player, what’s he acting so crazy for?”

“God Yan has the capital to be crazy!”

“Forget it, with a top-laner like Yuan Ze, a mid-laner like Xie He, an ADC like Kim Sung-hyun, and adding on Close, they can get a world championship with any casual support player.”

“Get the hell out. Without Captain Yan, how would they even cooperate?”

“Stop barking, Yan Dog. He’s about to transfer, and we’ll wait and see how your number one support player manages to bring out another Team of Gods.”

What happened after that was clear to everyone…

The Team of Gods each went their own way, and all of them made great achievements in the international competitions. Yan Jiang built his own team after breaking away from his Team of Gods teammates and won the world championship in 2020. At the same time, he won the FMVP as a support player, becoming the only support player to do so in the history of Glory.

A support player had been able to get to this position, and nobody could question his ability any more.

But Close…

Close, who’d stayed behind in FTW…

He experienced a three-year low.

Even if he won three singles championships, even if the name ‘Close’ was famous worldwide, FTW and the China competition zone were gradually disappearing from people’s eyes.

Yan Jiang was gone.

The Team of Gods had broken up.

Close couldn’t prop up the new FTW.

This was something that the Team of Gods fans couldn’t get over.

They hated Yan Jiang and also hated Close.

Over the years, many newcomers were unable to understand their feelings from that time. Additionally, for three consecutive world games, Close had only participated in the singles, while Yan Jiang only participated in team events. They never encountered each other.

It was hard for these scars to disappear with time, but they could be covered with dust, smoothed out, and become shallower.

However, once the wind scattered the dust, the scars still remained.

Ning Zhehan was young, and he’d started his career late, so he knew little about it.

Looking at the atmosphere in the training room, he couldn’t help thinking a lot.

It was Wei Xiao who broke the silence. He also eased up the tense atmosphere with one sentence.

Lu Feng couldn’t bring himself to treat him coldly, no matter what.

Wei Xiao went on, “Are we going to go just because they asked us? We don’t have time! We’re very busy!”

Lu Feng raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Wei Xiao really wished he could act spoiled and coy with him, but this wasn’t the right place for it so he changed his words, “L&P and Pro are in line…”

He hadn’t yet finished when Lu Feng asked him in return, “Why not have a training match with Y1?”

Wei Xiao: “!”

Lu Feng looked at him, his gaze light, his tone slow and leisurely. “Last year’s champion team, why not play against them?”

For a moment, Wei Xiao couldn’t understand what his captain meant.

Based on his expression, he was obviously unhappy, but based on his tone, it seemed… oh, he was still unhappy; but based on the content, it was irrefutable.

Wei Xiao’s heart was bitter. He clearly only had the captain in his heart, but how come he inexplicably felt like a scum man who was stepping on two boats? “Um…”

Lu Feng spoke to Xiang Liu, “When?”

Xiang Liu replied cautiously, “Tomorrow.”

Lu Feng: “Agree to them.”

Everyone at the scene: “!”

Wei Xiao blinked and looked at Lu Feng.

Lu Feng said to him, “We can’t waste the people that Quiet worked so hard and bitterly to make a date with.”

He bit out the emphasis on ‘date’.

Wei Xiao: QAQ!

Brother Cai, who was beside him: You’re on your own, Reckless Wei!

Lu Feng gestured to Chen Feng. “Continue the replay.”

Chen Feng: “……”

Continue? He was afraid that their team wouldn’t have a jungler king tomorrow!

Fortunately, Wei Little Xiao had done a great job in the finals circle.

From the moment he saw Close, I Like Close The Most no longer noticed Yan Jiang at all.

No matter how carefully he protected him in the Moonlight Wetland, no matter how they had cooperated together in the Central Zone, in the finals circle, Wei Xiao had turned around without acknowledging him further. Except for Close, everyone else was just a string of symbols.

In addition, their last light arcs had filled the skies. The corners of Lu Feng’s mouth finally loosened up a little.

Chen Feng summed up many problems, and even focused on Yan Jiang, calling out Bai Cai several times.

“Do you see this holy priest? Go back and take a closer angle at the landing angle of his light gate.”

Brother Cai nodded repeatedly.

If this was during normal times, Wei Xiao would definitely continue making fun of Brother Cai’s crappy support, but he currently didn’t dare speak. If he scolded Brother Cai, then he would be praising God Yan, and he really didn’t want to sleep on the floor tonight since his butt still hurt! Sleeping on the floor would make it worse!

After that, Chen Feng went on to focus on Xie He and Kim Sung-hyun.

Seeing Proud Flower Kim in the Shining Gold Temple, even the icy cold FTW training room couldn’t resist flowing with a bit of cheerful atmosphere.

There was no helping it, the lost flower was too funny!

It was also because he’d been abused like crazy by the maze that when Kim Sung-hyun arrived in the Central Zone, he played an unprecedented game, to the point where even Yue Wenle dropped his potato chips.

It was still early after they finished the game replays. Although there weren’t any training matches, they could still go and queue as a team of five in the professional servers to practice their line-ups.

The efficiency of queueing as a team of five was very high in the professional servers now, and there was always a chance of running into other teams.

Because their official names weren’t shown, there was no need to hide or avoid anything. They could fight as hard as possible and improve their strength.

Lu Feng had been away from the team for such a long time. Now that they were going to queue together, he wasn’t nervous, but the others were.

Especially Ning Zhehan and Yue Wenle.

These two fellows had somewhat forgotten the horror of having the great demon king control the field. Seeing that the game was about to start, they grew even more nervous.

And it turned out that…

The nervousness they felt was reasonable.

Lu Feng took a death knight at the start of the game and killed the other side’s top laner in three minutes. From then on, he didn’t try to restrain himself at all.

The red team was also queued as a team of five. They couldn’t guess who they were up again, and they couldn’t pick up any clues from the IDs. The top laner didn’t think too much of it after being killed and only howled, “This top-laner is a bit strong.”

The red team jungler replied, “Stay steady. I’ll go up to support later.”

This ‘later’ was really too late.

The top-laner died, the top-laner died again. The top-laner’s mentality exploded, “What kind of devil is this? Did I run into Marshal?!”

His own team’s jungler was also experiencing a collapse of mentality. “It might be L&P. This berserker thief is really crazy.”

Gary was also famous as a crazy jungler, the type whose fame stretched back all the way to his ancestors.

With such a guess, they started playing more seriously, but it was useless.

The top lane towers were taken down by Close alone, and the red team was run ragged. The other lanes soon collapsed as well.

On FTW’s side, Wei Xiao coaxed his boyfriend, “Captain, give me a chance, I want to support the top lane.”

Lu Feng: “Come.”

Wei Xiao rushed up as soon as he heard this. He even arranged for Brother Cai to go to the bottom lane and help Little Lele.

And then……

System announcement: Lu killed XXX.

Lu killed XXXX.

Lu double kill.

Wei Xiao, who’d hurried over the whole way but hadn’t even managed to get an assist: “……”

Lu Feng: “You came too late.”

What could Wei Xiao do? Wei Xiao also didn’t dare to do anything!

The murderous Close led the whole team to victory on his own.

Who said that top-laners couldn’t lead the rhythm?

Taking down all the towers in one lane was the most immortal level rhythm.