Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

"It's normal to be studied; it's abnormal not to be studied."

Lin Shu smiled along with the team members, reached out and patted Zhang Hai on the shoulder, with a sense of relief that "you guys have finally started to think about this."

"It's become more difficult to gain an advantage, which shows that the overall strength of our region is rising. This is precisely the driving force that urges us to continue to improve."

"Let's say, is there a possibility—"

Zhang Hai spread his hands, tilted his head, and wore a smug look on his face that said, "To a large extent, these difficulties are something you brought upon yourself, boss."

The training room fell silent for a moment after he finished speaking.

"Cough cough..."

White Crescent was holding a water glass to her lips when she heard this and choked on it, her cough sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

He coughed as he glanced at his boss's expression out of the corner of his eye, his hand already under the table, ready to help beat him up at any moment.

Sima Laozei was sitting in front of the computer in the corner, adjusting the mouse sensitivity. When he heard Zhang Hai's words, he paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at his own top laner with a look that said, "Brother, you've got some nerve." His lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

As for Li Nan, his reaction was the most direct—he raised his leg and kicked Zhang Hai in the shin.

Are all the difficulties caused by the eldest brother?

Although... it is indeed the truth.

You can only think about it in your heart, but you actually dare to say it out loud, Xiao Haizi? Are you feeling itchy for a beating after playing so well in the training matches?

Zhang Hai was kicked and nearly fell onto the table. He quickly grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself, then turned to Lin Shu, clasped his hands together above his head, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Um... cough cough... boss... I didn't mean anything by it, I just... hahaha, you know me, I'm bad with words, I don't know how to talk."

Lin Shu rolled her eyes at him and lightly patted the back of his head.

Of course he knew who Zhang Hai was.

These two idiots are always the same, from laning together to everyday conversations—straightforward and saying whatever comes to mind, without any beating around the bush.

If he really thought those words were provocative or sarcastic, he would have taken the person out for a one-on-one sparring session long ago, or simply notified management to draft a contract and get rid of him as soon as possible.

But that's just human nature; we say what we mean and then forget about it.

In fact, it's much less troublesome than those who say one thing to someone's face and another behind their back.

"Xiao Hai is right."

Lin Shu's voice calmed down as he looked at the team members inside the room. "The rise in the strength of the competition area has brought competitive pressure and difficulties to the team on the field—at least half of the reason lies with me."

"But this is necessary. A region, or even the entire league, cannot have only one strong team. A single dominant team may look glamorous in the short term, but in the long run, viewers will get tired of it, sponsors will lose interest, and other clubs will not receive resources and will have to give up—in the end, the esports industry that has been developed with great effort will destroy itself."

"Boss, we understand!"

Li Nan chuckled and quickly responded.

He stretched out his legs, pushed his chair back, and put his hands behind his head. "Isn't this just like billiards? After you've dominated a sport for too long, other people won't want to play with you anymore. At that point, you not only have to teach them the techniques, but you also have to send people out to help them improve their competitiveness and make the sport more diverse—only competitions with suspense can continue. I remember what you said before."

Lin Shu looked at him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly, but he quickly withdrew them.

He shook his head.

"That's not all I wanted to say today."

He stood up, walked to the tactical whiteboard in the middle of the training room, and casually picked up a marker and twirled it in his hand.

The whiteboard still had a few arrows and marks he had drawn during the review. He grabbed an eraser from the pen holder, erased a blank area in a few strokes, and then drew three concentric circles on it.

"When there is no competitive pressure, we need to create it. That's what I'm doing with this show." He pointed to the center of the innermost circle. "But once we feel the competitive pressure, I hope my team will not complain or panic."

He looked at Zhang Hai: "Xiao Hai said that I brought these difficulties, and that's true. But have you ever thought about why I could bring these difficulties?"

Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

He really didn't know.

"Because I'm going up."

Lin Shu pointed to the outer edge of the circle with the tip of his pen. "I took a step forward, and you all took a step forward with me. HWG as a whole took a step forward. Then all the strong teams in the region, looking at us, also had to run forward. This is a good thing. But there is no end to the road ahead—today you feel that others have caught up and that the difficulties have increased, that's because you are standing in a higher position and can see a more distant view. If you stand at the foot of the mountain, you can't see those teams that are climbing the mountain at all."

He put the marker in the whiteboard tray and turned around.

"Never be blindly arrogant. There is no such thing as being number one forever. If you only have eyes for past glories, you will eventually be completely overthrown by others."

"..."

The room fell silent again.

"Alright, get back to training." Lin Shu clapped his hands, picked up his jacket from the back of the chair, and said, "I'm going out for a bit. I'll come back tonight for a practice match. Don't let me see anyone make the same kind of basic mistakes as the other day."

He paused for a moment as he walked past Xi Ye.

Xi Ye was sitting in front of the camera, holding the mouse in her hand, looking up at him with the tension that comes with a newcomer who hasn't fully adapted to the team yet.

Lin Shu reached out and gently patted his head, the force light, conveying a sense of casualness and closeness. "Listen and learn a lot from Xiao Hai and the others during their matches. Write down anything you don't understand, and I'll help you solve it all together later."

Xi Ye nodded vigorously, "Yes, boss!"

Lin Shu slung his coat over his shoulder, pushed open the door, and walked out.

A few minutes later, Zhang Hai suddenly blurted out, "Didn't I almost get fired just now?"

"More or less," Li Nan replied without turning his head.

"You kicked me way too hard..."

"If I don't kick you, you won't even know who you are."

White Crescent finally caught her breath, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and casually added, "Xiao Hai, next time before you say something like that, think about who's paying your salary next month."

……

the other side.

Lin Shu had already driven away from the base with Gu Xinyue.

"Who are we going to see?"

"Who?"

You'll know when you get there.