Chapter 68

Huaxia.

IEM Shanghai match venue.

"Beautiful, with VP's last kill, the score for Map 1 Train is locked at 16:11. VP has taken their own map pick and drawn first blood in the BO3 match!" Lao Shuaige shouted loudly at the commentary desk, "On this heavily CT-sided map Train, Nice, as a newcomer, put on a quite good performance that is memorable."

"Although the performance in the second half was very flat, during the first half on the offensive side, the bravery Nice displayed was impressive, and in several key rounds, he saved VP from fire and water!"

Lao Shuaige had originally thought he would be a bit sad because of Tyloo's defeat, but he didn't expect that when the match ended, his feelings were actually fine.

After all, the opponent was VP; it wasn't strange to lose a map.

Moreover, Tyloo showed quite good things on VP's map pick; whether it was defensive positioning, timing of map control, or the several waves of tough defense at Red Stairs, all made their eyes light up.

As a 'neutral' commentator, Lao Shuaige hoped to see CNCS rise, but he didn't have the fantasy of thinking Tyloo could suddenly beat these world-class teams one by one.

Even if they wanted to grow, they had to take it one step at a time.

You can't become a big fatty in one bite.

Anyway, on this map, Lao Shuaige saw what he wanted to see.

However, he was more interested in this young Chinese player on VP with the ID Nice.

After finishing two BO3s yesterday, Nice was no longer a player without stats, with an average rating as high as 1.38.

In today's Train match, although the performance in the second half wasn't as eye-catching, he still put up an amazing stat line of 22/3/15 for the whole match, with a rating as high as 1.29.

This stat line was a bit worse than yesterday's, but Tyloo's strength was on a completely different level from yesterday's 5Power and HR; no one felt that a 0.1 lower rating mattered.

Moreover, in the Map 1 that just ended, Nice was still playing as an entry fragger; having these stats was already very good.

Lao Shuaige was actually looking forward to this young player's subsequent performance.

……

"Nice!!"

The moment the match ended, Pasha took off his headset and stood up, raising his hands and shouting.

The others also had smiles on their faces; in a BO3 match, being able to take Map 1 was a good start.

Xu Beifang took off his headset and stood up with a smile, high-fiving his VP teammates beside him.

Having won Map 1, VP's emotions weren't too excited.

From the start of the second half, they had been in the lead the whole way; although he didn't pull off very brilliant operations in the second half, the other VP members proved to Tyloo that this was a heavily CT-sided map, using experience to play Tyloo to death.

The feeling of winning smoothly like this is naturally different from the feeling of a hard-fought comeback.

"Played very well, keep it up next." Coach Kuben patted Xu Beifang on the back and praised him.

Xu Beifang had won several key rounds in the first half.

If those key rounds hadn't been won, VP might still be in a hard fight right now; it could be said that he was VP's key man today, so praising him twice was perfectly fine.

Xu Beifang smiled: "It's also everyone giving me opportunities, letting me eat all the resources; if I didn't open up the situation, wouldn't those resources have been eaten in vain?"

Kuben also knew the strange character of Chinese people liking to be humble, but he couldn't bring himself to dislike Xu Beifang.

Eating resources is very normal within a team, but eating resources doesn't necessarily mean you can get things done.

The young man's playstyle is wild, and he likes to find opportunities in entry positions, but he isn't afraid of taking the blame.

Kuben was increasingly grateful for Pasha's sudden brain hemorrhage to invite Nice at the time.

After playing two more matches, he must let Pasha go find that damn manager to change the contract.

With this level of skill at a weekly salary of 400 Euros, he really wasn't afraid of the person running away; he had to find a way to sign him to a long-term contract quickly.

……

"See that? The one on top is my brother!! Tell me if he's awesome!!" Danking held his phone and shouted at the camera lens.

It was as if everything on the stage had something to do with him.

【So Nice looks like this, sigh, I originally wanted to be a fan of this player, but now I'm not interested】

【Beifang played really well, invincible frontal breakthrough, bold clutch plays, and there's an underage music box off-stage】

【Underage music box, I can't hold it in】

【How come it feels like after changing to a newcomer, this VP is playing better and better? The several coordination links in Map 1, this feels a bit like their peak】

【Nice plays well frontally, giving the old guys room to perform, right? Like that guy Morelz, he can't even win frontally, let alone talk about coordination】

"What do you mean I have nothing to do with Nice! Back then, Beifang and I duo-queued every day; if it weren't for the experience I taught him during duo-queue, do you think today would be this easy." Danking said with a sincere face, "So, being able to take Map 1, at least half of it is my credit, forget it, 30% credit is fine!"

The friends beside Danking were also having a great time.

Although Danking's words didn't sound very pleasant, combined with his demeanor, you could clearly feel that this guy was joking.

So the fans in Xu Beifang's live stream were all saying that live streaming was Danking's true path.

【This VP is doing this again, clearly they could have ended the opponent in one wave, but they deliberately controlled the score in the second half, I go to xx……】

Danking soon saw the comments from gamblers in the live stream and instantly smiled:

"No way, there are really people betting on VP? Don't you guys know the situation?"

The discussion in the forums about VP because their strength fluctuates too much has always been there.

But some gamblers still think they are the chosen ones; as long as they gamble, a bicycle can turn into a motorcycle.

Danking's mind turned, and then he said as if it were true: "Secretly tell you guys, actually the result of this match has already been decided, the final score ends at 2:0. I originally planned to buy a small bull yesterday, but I bet all the money in, and tomorrow I'll be in a sea-view villa directly!"

"What do you mean the next map is Tyloo's Inferno? Beifang will tell you what is called violent dry-peek!"

Xu Beifang on the stage inexplicably felt that his back was covered with flags.

……

Inside Tyloo's match room.

The moment he took off his headset, the excited cheers of the audience rushed into their ears.

But these only made them feel even more uncomfortable, because they knew these cheers were for their opponents.

Mo took off his headset and stared blankly at the betel nut residue on the ground.

They had trained for a long time on this map Train, and that impregnable Red Stairs method was an important achievement.

He had thought that after working so hard for so long, they could get a hearty victory, but he didn't expect this result.

For a moment, the sense of frustration in his heart was really strong.

But looking at his teammates who were silent beside him, Mo knew he couldn't continue like this, at least he couldn't continue like this.

"Everyone listen to me for a second." Mo clapped his hands, attracting his teammates' attention, "We just lost one of the opponent's map picks; there are still opportunities later, don't act like you've already been eliminated."

"Besides, regardless of winning or losing, we should play out our own style; everyone hurry up and adjust."

With Captain Mo taking the initiative to break the silence, the others also quickly encouraged each other and began to adjust their mental state.

Mo was right; losing wasn't scary, but acting like you've already lost before you've even lost would be too ugly.

"Cheer up, the next one is our map, don't let VP look down on us!"

……

(End of chapter)