[Esports] Team Leader Xie, your mid laner is causing trouble again.

In the end, I respected metaphysics and went to have my fortune told.

Song Bo went through the birth dates and times of everyone on the team, made three phone calls to repeatedly confirm with the master, and finally made a decision:

On the day of the lottery, he was the luckiest person in the base.

So on that day, the middle-aged, overweight Song Bo, dressed in a suit and tie, went on stage.

His belly stretched his shirt taut, giving him a festive air that seemed out of place on the e-sports stage.

He was beaming with joy, and even flashed a peace sign at the camera while holding up his lottery ticket, as if he could win five million dollars in the next second.

Ten minutes later, Song Bo came downstairs with a face that looked like he was going to a funeral.

Currently, the top contenders for the WPL championship are just a few teams: UUC, HY, VD, and ZZ.

Apart from VD, who are going through a period of upheaval due to a change of ownership and whose form is still unknown, the remaining teams are all tough opponents, and it will be tough to beat any of them.

Song Bo's voice choked with emotion, and his hand, clutching the lottery results, trembled slightly:

"I never expected... I actually got lucky on my first try and drew the second set."

He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Apart from UUC, the other three championship seeds are all in Group 2."

The RAK members stared at each other, bewildered.

Song Bo broke down in his guard, his tone filled with grief and indignation:

"If only we had blessed my hands too when we went to pray for good fortune!"

Li Zhi leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and gave a cold snort without any expression:

"I'd rather go."

Song Bo calmed down instantly: "No need for that. If you go, we might even have to play against UUC."

Li Zhi: "......"

Xie Jichuan glanced at Li Zhi, who had a sour face, and chuckled.

He discreetly put his hands behind his back, and while everyone was gathered around Song Bo discussing the group assignments and no one was paying attention, he quietly reached out with his fingertips and lightly scratched Li Zhi's palm.

One time, two times, with a hint of coaxing.

At the same time, he maintained a composed and upright demeanor as the captain, as if the person engaging in underhanded tactics had nothing to do with him:

"It's a minor issue. Even if we don't make it into Group S in the first round, we can still aim for a top-two finish in Group A to qualify for the playoffs. As long as we have the ability, we can definitely make it to the playoffs."

Li Zhi's palms were tickled by Xie Jichuan, and he clenched his fists to stop Xie Jichuan from touching them. The tip of his ear secretly burned.

The other hand reached over and slapped Xie Jichuan's hand on the back, with a hint of embarrassment and anger.

Xie Jichuan then casually withdrew his hand.

Song Bo was completely unaware of this affair.

He wiped his face hard, then rallied himself: "River's right. From now on, everyone needs to train harder. With this roster, we should at least make it to the semifinals."

Song Bo kept his word, and the training team followed his advice and increased RAK's training volume without hesitation.

Basically, the team members would get up, eat a meal, and then start playing training matches non-stop, or practice teamwork in pairs until two or three in the morning before going back to rest.

The entire base was filled with an atmosphere of being poised for action.

The schedule was released after the draw ceremony, and RAK's first matchup is against VD.

Although VD's condition is unknown, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse, and no one dares to take it lightly.

After a week of intensive training, RAK and his team, each carrying their equipment bags, boarded the van heading to the competition venue.

Liang Shoucheng sat in the car, still flipping through the analysis notes that the training team had worked on overnight:

"VD has basically replaced their entire roster this time. Except for DaShan in the top lane, all the other positions are filled by newly acquired players. To be honest, their teamwork might not even be as good as ours."

He closed his notebook, raised his eyes and scanned the car, his voice not loud but powerful:

"We're pretty strong too, so let's play freely. If we win, we'll go eat river hotpot tonight."

A few scattered laughs rang out from inside the car.

Apart from Ling Wang and Li Zhi, the others played matches as if it were a regular occurrence, and the atmosphere in the entire carriage was as relaxed as if they were going on a spring outing.

Ling Wang sat in the corner, wearing headphones and with his eyes closed, looking very calm.

Li Zhi glanced over there, clutching her equipment bag in her arms, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the zipper pull.

I haven't played a match in two years.

Although the training matches this week went well and the teamwork with my teammates has gradually improved, I still feel a little uncertain.

His palms were a little damp, and he had just secretly wiped them on his trouser leg when the van came to a steady stop.

Through the car window, a lively scene could be seen outside.

Many fans who had arrived early to show their support gathered in the square in front of the venue, with team flags fluttering in the wind.

Some people held up light boards, some held up banners, and others gathered in groups of three or five to shout slogans.

Li Zhi's gaze swept across the crowd, catching a few signs holding his ID, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up in his chest.

He stood up, clutching his peripheral bag, his movements noticeably stiffer than usual.

Faced with such sincere love and unreserved support from her fans after a long absence, coupled with her confusion and anxiety about the two-year hiatus, Li Zhi suddenly became somewhat at a loss and stood there dumbfounded.

In the instant he was stunned, a warm sensation suddenly pressed against his back.

He was embraced in a broad embrace.

The subtle minty pheromones gently enveloped me, carrying a soothing quality and a comforting warmth.

The embrace was very tight, as if it were transferring strength.

Xie Jichuan lowered his head slightly, his lips almost touching Li Zhi's earlobe, and his voice was very low:

"Don't worry, Lychee will be able to crush them if they play normally."

He paused, then gently stroked the back of Li Zhi's head with his palm, his fingertips running through the mint green wolf tail at the end of her hair.

"And I'm here too." Xie Jichuan's voice carried an undeniable certainty. "Believe in yourself, and believe in River, hmm?"

Indeed, even if things go wrong, Xie Jichuan is there to fall back on.

Li Zhi took a deep breath, her tense shoulders visibly relaxing a little, and nodded.

Xie Jichuan released him and gently patted his shoulder: "Get out of the car. You can say hello to the fans if you see them."

Li Zhi responded and bent down to get out of the nanny van.

Xie Jichuan watched him get out of the car before turning around to get his peripheral bag.

He had just slung the bag over his shoulder when he looked up and met Ling Wang's bright, piercing eyes.

Those eyes, which usually showed little emotion, now shone with an unusual light.

Xie Jichuan actually saw a hint of awkwardness on Ling Wang's usually expressionless face.

Ling Wang stammered as he spoke:

"Captain, I'm really nervous too. Can I get a hug?"

Xie Jichuan looked at the Alpha in front of him, whose physique was similar to his own, and remained silent for a moment.

"……Can."

The two shared a socialist brotherly hug that lasted 0.5 seconds.

Ling Wang appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was delighted as he got out of the car.

Lychee's captain's hug is something he deserves.

Outside the car, a deafening roar of fans' voices swept in: "RAK, fighting!"