League of Legends: Reborn in Season 3, Tuning the Entire League

Chapter 3 If you don’t do it, there are plenty of people who will!

Jiang Ming's gentle smile instantly flattened, and he said sternly: "Who smoked? Didn't I say that smoking is strictly prohibited in the training room?"

The top laner Norsha's face changed slightly, and he quickly stood up. "I'm sorry, Brother Ming, I... I'm just a little tired and want to refresh myself."

"Refreshing?"

"Song Yuan, you're turning a deaf ear to my words, aren't you?"

Jiang Ming's fingers drummed heavily on the yellowed wall of regulations, causing the four red characters "No Smoking" to tremble slightly. The lingering smell of cigarette smoke and the aroma of instant noodles and snacks mingled in the damp air, perfectly reminiscent of the esports ecosystem in this era of untamed growth—ideals and the uninspired always coexisting.

"Song Yuan, do you think that 7.5 yuan Double Happiness is Melatonin?" He grabbed the cigarette box and threw it on the tactical board. "Do you know how much the government tightened its grip on internet cafes and esports after the Blue Speed ​​​​burned 02 students to death in 25?"

The neck of the top laner turned red, and the "Daily Training Plan" posted next to the tactical board was falling down - it was a sophisticated spreadsheet made by Jiang Ming using Excel97, accurate to the test of the number of last hits per minute.

MMP, Chinese e-sports was cut off for ten years by an arson attack on an internet cafe in 02. If this team formed by themselves continues to show up for such a while, I'm afraid the LPL will be stillborn.

"In short, I'm paying you, so you're considered employees of the team. You must strictly abide by the team's rules and regulations."

"If you want to play professionally, play well. If you don't, get out of here. There are plenty of people who are willing to do it if you don't want to."

"Brother Ming, I..."

"What do you mean by 'you'? Your parents worked on sewing machines in a garment factory, piercing their fingers three times with needles for only making 2500 yuan." Jiang Ming suddenly lowered his voice, "And you sit here typing away, making a steady 1600 yuan a month."

Jiang Ming's words are not alarmist. At the end of 12, compared with the vast majority of people who are still in the stage of doing e-sports for love, having to pay for the venue rental and sponsor various e-sports teams, the players of his own team are provided with food and accommodation, and a monthly salary of 1600 yuan is paid on time, which is definitely in the first tier.

It is hard to find a three-legged frog, but there are many two-legged players who have e-sports dreams and want to make money by playing professionally.

He didn't say anything profound. To the young people who had just graduated from junior high school and were about to start their own business, a profound truth was not as powerful as the word "expulsion".

Listening to Jiang Ming's lecture, not only Song Yuan, but the other four people in the room also shrank their heads. The blue light of the monitor reflected five young faces, and the water dispenser made a gurgling sound.

They don't understand what a closed business loop is, they only know that this basement is warmer than their hometown - at least there is 24-hour hot water here, unlike the toilets in black Internet cafes where there is ice.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ming, I will never do it again next time. I will definitely change. Please give me another chance." Realizing that the boss had given up on his idea, Song Yuan suddenly became anxious.

"You can punish me, punish me as much as you want, whether it's a salary deduction or something else..."

After a long silence, Jiang Ming sighed as he looked at the increasingly anxious top laner in front of him. "I'm not letting you smoke because it's for your own good. I won't go into details about safety, but nicotine itself is a stimulant with a refreshing effect. You're already dependent on it. If you can't smoke during competitions, then do you have to retire right here?"

Unlike the second generation like Brother Sicong who entered the industry with the mentality of just having fun from the beginning, Jiang Ming really intended to regard e-sports as the basic foundation for his rise. Therefore, after the team was established, the management consciously developed in the direction of standardization.

Although it is not as perfect as the clubs of later generations due to economic conditions, it is still much better than some other Internet cafe teams today.

"We don't deduct wages at will here. Today's basic training will be extended by an extra half hour, and this will not happen again!" "Okay, okay, Brother Ming, I will start practicing alone after we finish." Song Yuan was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Jiang Ming waved his hand, "Okay, come here and eat first."

The boss had the store worker deliver the fried rice I ordered before arriving at the training base. The rank training time for professional players is usually concentrated between 21 pm and or am, and if they don't eat something during this time, their stomachs will feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps because they were reprimanded for smoking, which violated the rules, the players just worked hard during the meal, unlike in the past when they would chat with each other.

"Hand me the training schedule."

Sitting at the computer desk with the other players, eating fried rice bought by a boss from Guizhou Province for six yuan a bowl, Jiang Mingchao said to the assistant Pang Ran.

"Alright, Brother Ming, everyone's basic training tasks have been completed with guaranteed quality and quantity today. We're still working on vision arrangement exercises for the competition."

Jiang Ming listened while flipping through his pinned task list. During the day, because he needed to live broadcast and take care of his online store, he handed the supervision of the team members' basic skills training to his assistant, but occasionally he would check their completion status after the training.

The basic skills training in S3 is actually very simple. It is just the players' last-hitting and personal ward-placement exercises. The mid-term vision control is considered an advanced version. After all, this is an origin era where Smile will be praised crazily if he last-hit more than a hundred times in ten minutes.

The player's last-hit requirements are not high. The passing line in the laning phase (the first ten minutes) is about 80 knives, the excellent line is more than 90 knives, and the top line is 100 knives or more.

Those who reach the top level requirements will be rewarded with 200 yuan by the team.

……

After finishing his midnight snack and throwing his disposable bowls and chopsticks into the trash, Jiang Ming turned to look at the five members of his team and said, "Our region's League of Legends Professional League (LPL) is about to be established. There are only twelve spots in the LPL preseason. Since our team hadn't been formed yet, four of those spots weren't available to us for the City Championship and Media Trials. Therefore, we must secure a spot in the quarterfinals of the Server Championship online tournament."

"Our team's first match in the online server championship will be tomorrow afternoon at 17: PM. Our opponent is the second-placed team from the War Academy. For the rest of the time, we'll focus on reviewing vision placement, minion handling, and lane change support."

Jiang Ming sat in front of a computer, casually opened a video stored in the D drive, and motioned everyone to gather around.

"Professional games are different from casual games. Fundamentals, vision, teamwork, and tactical design are all essential."

"Our current weakness is the lack of 5v5 teamwork practice, so in the server competition, we need to focus on improving our team chemistry..."

Nowadays, since the team was founded by him, a live-streaming anchor, it lacks popularity and he can't find anyone to arrange for training matches, so he can only use video explanations to deal with most problems.

However, even so, the five young men in the room still had burning eyes, their eyes full of desire for the various professional experience and knowledge that Jiang Ming was imparting.

No one complained. They remembered the days three months ago when they were crammed into the VIP rooms of the internet cafes: five machines, three ID cards, and having to crawl through the toilet stalls like gophers during night patrols.

(End of this chapter)