Chapter 67: Heading to—Paris

"It really is the strength of you unloading the burden." Advent pointed at AumaN's stomach.

"Pfft~" Even ZhokiNg laughed.

"Seriously! Just in those ten seconds, I had an epiphany!" AumaN ignored his teammates' mockery and started promoting his crooked ways:

"Playing CS is actually the same. You have to know if you want to swing or not, you have to get information. A 'one-wave' is just swinging directly regardless, while constipation is constant probing before swinging. So, a 'one-wave' should be aimed directly at the point, while constipation is only knowing you need to swing right before you do."

"Get lost." Advent kicked AumaN's gaming chair, forcibly ending the lecture.

"Speaking of which... why does it still smell?" Jiao Yang sniffed.

"Holy crap, I forgot to flush."

……

Map 2, Mirage, VG played exceptionally smoothly, especially AumaN's free-agent role, which played a huge role. As the score gap widened infinitely, those viewers who held onto the idea that VG would throw the match finally realized that this time there were no favors, only accidents!

【Did AumaN summon a god? This state isn't right!】

【It's about time to stop, if you win again, Tyloo won't have any net round wins!】

【Maybe VG is afraid that if they lose too much, their net round wins will be overtaken by Tyloo and MVP, so they only gave one major point. It depends on whether 5Power can beat MVP!】

【Are you sure? Giving only one point in the first half is letting them win?】

【It's fine, didn't Tyloo win the pistol round?】

【Holy crap, 16:2!】

【This is going for the kill...】

【VG is awesome! One point of fatherly love, one point of motherly love, enough face given.】

【Damn it, why didn't I see them being this ruthless when playing the Koreans? Good at internal strife, huh?】

【Screw you, making it sound like Tyloo won against MVP. Face is earned by yourself, not given by others.】

VG now 2:0 against Tyloo, and with a total round record of 32-16, directly caused Tyloo to lose their qualification to advance.

Now, to stop MVP, it depends on whether 5Power can step up. If they can get 19 net round wins and beat MVP, they can get the second spot.

Unfortunately, after fighting for three maps, 5Power still lost to MVP with a 1:2 record. 19 net round wins were just too hard.

In this way, the scoring situation of the four teams was very clear:

VG advanced as the top seed with a 3-0 record and a total of 43 net round wins.

Followed by MVP with 2-1, only 5 net round wins, advancing with difficulty.

5Power and Tyloo were more miserable, both with 24 net round losses, one 0-3, one 1-2, directly eliminated.

Only then did the audience realize that after all the fuss, only VG beat MVP, the only team that won an external match.

The doubts dissipated instantly, turning to attack other teams that performed averagely.

In the final tournament rating, Jiao Yang occupied the top spot with a 1.71 rating, another breakthrough after the DH Asian qualifiers.

Under his leadership, VG was truly breaking through past shackles and moving toward new heights.

And such changes were still rarely noticed by people on the other side of the world.

In their eyes, the field of CSGO never belonged to Asia.

It doesn't belong now, and it won't in the future.

……

"Feels like there's no feeling anymore." After beating Tyloo, AumaN didn't make any celebratory moves, saying lazily.

"That sentence of yours is a grammatical error, the meaning is repetitive." Jiao Yang, a top student from a certain university, reminded him.

"Hey, it's just tasteless."

"Indeed, playing against the same opponent too many times will also feel boring." Advent rarely agreed: "It's fine, next we are playing IEM Sydney, hope it can stimulate you."

Advent patted AumaN on the shoulder, and AumaN only felt his body become much heavier: "Is it a bit too stimulating?"

"If it weren't for Jiao Yang, we..."

Jiao Yang interrupted AumaN: "You, stop thinking about escaping. Didn't you play very well today?"

Although he was absent for most of Map 1, AumaN rarely stood up in Map 2, defending the small area like a fortress, and his final total rating even got rid of being the team's bottom, approaching 1.0.

Jiao Yang didn't mind carrying VG forward alone, but in many cases, if only a few people in a team are dedicated, then the team is not far from disbanding.

For this team VG, Advent's sense of responsibility as a captain goes without saying, ZhokiNg and Kaze, two honest people, won't have any problems as long as there are results. Only AumaN is easy to fall behind the team's rhythm and eventually drop out.

AumaN heard someone praising him and curled his lips: "Hmph hmph, that's for sure..."

Jiao Yang patted his head, knowing this guy hadn't listened to a word.

On the other side, Kaze saw that the communication between the two had ended and was about to say something—

Jiao Yang's phone rang, the contact was "Qing Zong".

Without avoiding, Jiao Yang answered the phone directly in front of everyone.

Aqing's voice was slightly urgent: "The match is over, right?"

"Yeah."

"Pack up quickly, I'll take you to the airport."

"What's so urgent?"

Jiao Yang frowned. Going to the airport should mean leaving early for the Major, but why would Aqing send him personally?

"Big deal! I'll tell you on the way, hurry up, I'm waiting for you downstairs."

The phone hung up. Judging by Aqing's tone, it didn't sound like a bad thing.

The people in the room looked at each other—what's going on?

"Don't look at me, I don't know either." Jiao Yang shrugged: "Then I'll go first? The victory banquet might have to wait until next time."

Advent waved his hand and joked: "Go, just one less person to treat."

"It's fine if you really want to eat, next time will be in May."

Jiao Yang greeted them, packed up his peripherals, and left the room.

Kaze watched the receding back and didn't speak.

"Are we still going?" AumaN asked.

"Canteen."

……

Jiao Yang's luggage was very simple, just peripherals and some daily necessities, and it was packed in less than two minutes.

Dragging his suitcase, he walked quickly out of the club gate, and Aqing's simple and unadorned luxury car was parked right at the entrance.

When Jiao Yang put down his suitcase, he found that there were already three suitcases, one was Aqing's, another was Ding Yu's, and the remaining small and cute one he had no impression of at all.

He didn't think too much and sat directly in the back seat.

Seeing Ding Yu looking out the window next to him, Jiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

The car started, and the navigation pointed directly to the Shanghai airport.

"What's so urgent?" Jiao Yang spoke first.

Aqing thought about how to explain it and asked a question first: "Do you know Lao Yang?"

"Don't know."

"He's a buddy of mine and Lao Ding's, he wants to invest money."

Only in the past few days did Aqing realize how heavy Lao Ding's workload was. He couldn't find a few sponsors even after begging everyone, only those who wanted to invest money to become shareholders.

With the current expenses, relying on this little money, if there are no results in the Major, then the club might be hard-pressed to last until Ti.

So Aqing started to shut down some peripheral departments, sold Honor of Kings, and even reached the point of cutting LOL.

But for some reason, an old friend who hadn't been in touch for a long time called and said he was willing to invest, and would not interfere with the club's operation.

"What does that have to do with us leaving so early?"

"People who do business fly everywhere. Do you want me to ask him to come find us?" Aqing rolled his eyes.

"Then where are we going?"

"Paris." ===== CHAPTER 68 =====