Lu Yue rolled his eyes at Ming god, then turned his head back: If you keep thinking that youll lose the ga if you dont carry it, then that ans you dont trust your own teammates-- --Shorty, its really chilling to think that you dont trust them even though youve played for a whole season with them.
Lu Yues words made Tong Yao jump up from her chair.
Lu Sicheng: Sit down.
Tong Yao sat right back down.
Lu Sicheng: Hes a retard, but only this ti his words make sense.
Tong Yao lifted her eyes to glance at Lu Sicheng, then lowered her head.
Lu Sichengs flat tone of voice sounded over Tong Yaos head: The two mids in our team, one is so shaless-- --Im talking about you, Lu Yue. You get over here and sit down. You even think about laying low during the ga and waiting for others to win the ga for you. You can go back ho, our team doesnt need soone that only fools around. And the other mid cares too much, afraid of being unable to carry, afraid of losing, afraid of holding teammates back
He suddenly picked up the coffee cup on the table.
After a long while, he sighed and his tone of voice suddenly softened: When can the two of you grow up? Its quite normal to have wins and losses in professional matches. No ones blaming you. Dont imagine things.
Tong Yao moved a bit and looked up.
Lu Sicheng happened to reach over to pinch her nose-- --Tong Yao subconsciously opened her mouth. Lu Sicheng moved the coffee cup closer to her and poured a mouthful of iced coffee into Tong Yaos mouth-- --The icy, bitter coffee flowed past the tip of her tongue. It was quite bitter. The bitterness seed to have cleared her head a bit.
Lu Sicheng: Are you a little sober now?
She nodded.
Lu Sicheng: Do you still want Lu Yue to play for you?
She shook her head.
Lu Sicheng: You did ss up in the last match, but who has scolded you?
She shook her head.
Lu Sicheng: Who blad you?
She shook her head.
Lu Sicheng: Now, do you understand why we always lose to TAT in skirmishes if youre playing against Ah Tai?
She nodded.
Lu Sicheng: Well et them at S6, do you still want to lose to them then?
She shook her head.
Lu Sicheng: Can you trust your teammates to carry the rest of the rounds? Do you accept the thod of winning a match without having you as the carry?
She nodded.
Lu Sicheng: Do you know how you were wrong?
She nodded.
Lu Sicheng stopped talking, but mumbled whats the use of drinking all this sweet stuff. He grabbed the latte from Tong Yaos hand and stuffed his iced coffee into her hand, making sure she drank it up to clear her head-- --Tong Yao held the cup in hand and used her feet to drag herself with the chair to a corner to think everything over. The rest of the team gathered together to discuss their strategy for the next round In the middle of discussion, Little Fatty looked up to take a look at Tong Yao, then glanced at Lu Sicheng: Captain, youre so harsh, you deserve to be single.
Lu Sicheng: You've been single since you were born, what right do you have to judge ?
Little Fatty: Im worried that you cant get up once youre dumped. Its alright if the mid cant carry, but if the ad cant carry either, then theres no way to play the damn ga.
Lu Sicheng sneered: You worry too much. If you have the ti to worry about this then why dont you worry about your own champion pool-- --The support from the team next door plays Bard pretty well especially when he initiates fights, did you notice it? Take a look at your own Bard, arent you ashad of yourself?
Little Fatty: ......
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