I'm a platinum-level author, so what if I play professionally?

Is Chapter 30 about sweat?

Zitai believes that after playing professionally for so long, he has seen all kinds of ups and downs.

However, being subjected to military training right from the start of today's game was still a bit too much for him to handle.

The key problem wasn't just with themselves and the opposing mid and jungle; their own jungler was also being forced to feed.

He recalled having a pleasant conversation with Zuo Wu before the practical training, and how he had confidently assured Zuo Wu that he was in perfect condition. But now, looking at his disastrous performance, another pimple popped out on his face.

Without Flash, the Cassiopeia was directly killed by Wang Kefang's damage.

Human joys and sorrows are not shared, and at this moment, the sassy fan was still spouting sassy nonsense.

"Hey, I got the blue buff and leveled up to 3! I'm so lucky!"

The arrogant fan who stole the blue buff wanted to run away as soon as he turned around, and the tragic death of the Cassiopeia seemed to be completely insignificant in his eyes.

But at this moment, the big tree had already arrived, and with an Asian-style bondage scene, it left the male gunner behind.

"Crystal Bro, W him!"

Upon hearing Wang Ke's words, Crystal's W skill firmly locked onto Graves.

Seeing that things were going badly, Flandre turned to leave, but then he heard Sao Fen shouting incessantly:

"Don't go! Fight! Fight! Don't betray me! Or I'll blow it up!"

Zuo Wu and Zhu Kai, standing behind the red team members, had already frowned.

This is the biggest problem facing the Snake team right now.

They lack a commander with a sufficient overall perspective.

Even professional players often make moves that seem abstract to outsiders during matches. The main reason is that viewers always have an omniscient perspective and consider issues from a holistic viewpoint.

For the players, most of them tend to think more about "what I should do this time" rather than "what the team should do this time".

Take this instance with Saofen, for example. This Vietnamese player had absolute confidence, believing he could pull it off. He also believed that if he died there, his subsequent jungling play would likely collapse.

From Flandre's perspective, it's not worth putting himself in danger for the sake of SoFans, even jeopardizing the advantage he's worked so hard to build in the top lane.

An excellent commander should be able to consider issues from the team's perspective, make judgments as soon as possible on how to maximize the team's interests, and often make necessary sacrifices and concessions.

This is why most team commanders are support roles.

It's not just because supports face less pressure in lane and can better observe the overall situation, but also because the support role doesn't need to take on the responsibility of carrying. So when encountering problems, their first reaction isn't "Will I lose this round?", but "Can my teammates profit?"

Comparing Wang Ke's jungling style with Sao Fen's, the choices they make are completely different.

When he saw the enemy team stealing his blue buff, even though the blue buff's health was almost at the kill threshold, Wang Ke decisively gave up the fight for the blue buff and chose to coordinate with his teammates to initiate a team fight.

On the other hand, if Saofen were faced with this situation, Zhu Kai could guarantee that Saofen would definitely think of grabbing the blue buff first.

Now, Saofen's words have made Flandre, who had already made the right choice to leave, hesitate.

However, this kind of wavering is a big no-no in a competition!

Saint Gun wanted to use Rumble's E skill to slow down and pull the blue team, helping SofM escape.

However, it was not taken into account that the Graves player in the "Sao Fan" (a nickname for a player) did not have Flash.

There's no way these sassy fans can escape their positions.

In the end, not only was SoFan left alive in this team fight, but Flandre was also forced to use Flash and was completely out of shape.

Zhu Kai and Zuo Wu exchanged a glance.

Normally, if a team plays like this in the early stages of a training match, then it's basically time to tell the players to quit the game.

Since this was already a disastrous start, there was no point in continuing the fight. It would be better to review why the game started in such a bad way.

However, today's match was more of a test of the newcomers' abilities, so the two didn't make any moves.

But as the two predicted, as the game continued, the red team's disadvantage began to grow.

Under Wang Ke's continuous military training, his posture was so distorted that he became dizzy and disoriented.

Song Wen's mid-lane attack has completely broken through Ziqi's defenses.

LeBlanc is an extremely terrifying champion if she gets a significant early-game advantage.

Song Wen confidently pulled out the Mejai's Soulstealer from his crotch, and then the mid and jungle players immediately began to pair up. Under Wang Ke's command, they first launched a classic four-man gank on the bottom lane, and then targeted the sharpshooter in the top lane.

"I feel there's something wrong with the command here," Zhu Kai couldn't help but start showing off his understanding of the game. "Actually, we could have just entered SofM's jungle to plunder resources at this point."

As Zhu Kai finished speaking, Song Wen also inquired about Wang Ke.

"Should we go into the jungle?"

"No," Wang Ke shook his head. "I deliberately left this jungle area for Saofen. Rather than letting Saofen run around and increase instability, it's better to keep him confined in the jungle. With Saofen's personality, the worse the situation, the more he wants to farm."

Crystal was quite surprised to hear Wang Ke's words.

The clarity of the situation prompted him to casually make a sarcastic remark.

"How do you know so much about Saofen? Is he your illegitimate child who ended up in Vietnam?"

At this moment, Saofen was engrossed in farming jungle monsters.

Saint Gun was once again ganked under the tower, and couldn't help but look at Saofen who was still farming the Krugs.

"No way, couldn't you fucking come and bail me out?"

The pink-haired girl also raised her head.

"I want to get some sun."

Saint Gun was already a bit red-hot and started swearing.

"Go to hell."

The fan who was insulted by Flandre wasn't angry; he simply explained:

"I have to farm, I can't not farm, this hero needs to farm, how can I play without farming? The enemy is stupid, they don't enter my jungle, I need to farm quickly, otherwise I won't be able to farm anymore."

Saint Gun paused for three seconds, then repeated:

"Go to hell!"

As the match continued, the situation quickly turned into a one-sided affair for the blue team.

Seventeen minutes in, Zhu Kai called a stoppage in the match.

"Let's call this round; there's no point in continuing."

Both players quit the game, and Zita took off his headphones, his forehead covered in sweat.

He touched his pants and paused slightly.

"Is it sweat?"

Then I felt relieved.

"Oh, it was urine. Well, of course, how could a mere newbie make me sweat?"

The two sides quickly began the second game.

Twenty minutes later.