Chapter 36: Don't Run, Come Over Here to Us

Jiang Ming's requirements for his own team members were arranged strictly according to the training schedules of professional teams from later eras, from daily routines to training tasks, precise to every time slot of the day.

It can be said that in the current LOL circle, no single region's training management can match NXG's professionalism.

Hardware facilities might temporarily be inferior to some wealthy clubs, but in terms of content, Jiang Ming could say without exaggeration that he could beat them all with one hand.

The effect of the refined training arrangement was very obvious; the five NXG players, whose individual strength originally hovered around 2200, after massive practice, each had reached the level of the strongest King aiming for the top fifty in the first server.

Individual strength was secondary; what was more important was their professional ethics far surpassing the current era, which was also the fundamental reason why NXG could effortlessly crush opponents in the service selection tournament.

Of course, such terrifying training arrangements also had their drawbacks.

During the previous period when NXG was recruiting, few internet-addicted teenagers could persist under such high-intensity requirements; basically, after staying for two days and realizing that being a pro wasn't that easy, they wanted to pack up and run away.

The current five members of NXG were only fully recruited because Jiang Ming, forced into a corner, lowered some rank score requirements.

Fortunately, the five, whose individual talents were not absolutely top-tier, were willing to endure hardship and follow arrangements.

At 15:00 in the afternoon, it was their individual specialized training time.

First was the daily mandatory Fundamentals last-hit training.

Everyone in the team except the support, including the jungler, needed to complete corresponding targets; Shi Zhenyu did not understand why a player who dealt with jungle monsters all day needed to practice last-hitting, but he was clear that Brother Ming would not harm them.

"Today's ten-minute uninterrupted last-hit task arrangement: Mid and AD 95+, Top 92+, Jungler 90+!"

"Got it, received."

"Old Pang, I've finished the ten-minute uninterrupted last-hitting; come help me with high-pressure last-hitting and tower last-hitting training."

Xu Jing's Fundamentals were the best among the five, so in basic training, he was often the first to finish.

At this time, Pang Ran, the support with no basic training tasks, was the tool person responsible for conducting interference training for everyone.

He was not only exercising his teammates but also exercising his own ability to harass in the bottom lane as a support.

Pang Ran picked a Blitzcrank today, considered a special training session for his own AD to practice dodging the robot's Q skill; without a support helping to position, the difficulty of last-hitting while dodging Qs in a one-on-one situation was actually much higher.

Dodging skills through positioning was training everyone in NXG had to complete; there was no distinction by position.

Of course, besides applying pressure with tower last-hits, there was also movement training along the edges of special terrain.

The AD needed to perform dodging skills or Flash-over-wall training at different positions marked by Jiang Ming in the Summoner's Rift.

"Hey, hey, Old Pang, you're playing dirty; you can even Flash-Q!"

Xu Jing slammed the table hard, the keyboard jumping half an inch from the vibration, "Referee! I want to report someone using physical hacks!"

"This is unfair!"

Pang Ran adjusted his reflective glasses, spinning the tactical board into a blur at his fingertips: "Brother Ming's famous quote—War is a matter of deception. Besides..." He suddenly flashed a standard cat-and-mouse team smile, "Helping the AD improve is the duty of us bottom lane supports; it is our righteous obligation."

Amidst the rising and falling wails in the training room, the other three exchanged looks saying "Here we go again."

Song Yuan silently lowered his gaming chair by three centimeters, as if that would help him dodge the coming storm.

After the basic training came advanced training for different positions.

Things like fixed-point skill combos and moving-target skill prediction actually belonged to all-member tasks.

Once Pang Ran finished the hundred-last-hit interference positioning training for Xu Jing, it was immediately the turn of the duo lane to give the top laner extra practice.

"Brother Yuan~" The duo slung their arms around each other and leaned in toward the shivering top laner, "Do you want to experience being run over by a Jeep or getting ambushed by Cane Star today?" Pang Ran cooperated fully by stepping on the gaming chair's wheels, the metal friction sounding like a weapon being sharpened.

Song Yuan wore a look of pain, "Two brothers, go easy on me!"

Every time this time slot came, for him, it was Randuin's torment.

I really want to escape, but there's no way to get away!

Top laner advanced training: ① Pressure Resistance Special Training: (1v2 lane control, farming, and anti-gank training.)

Yes, 1v2 pressure resistance was, in Jiang Ming's view, a classic mandatory course; the duo lane applied pressure online, then the mid and jungler looked for opportunities to tower dive; facing duo lane pressure and infinite mid-jungle tower dives, Song Yuan needed to dance a waltz on the tip of a blade—when to last-hit, when to steal experience, and when to abandon the tower and flee; every decision concerned the line between life and death.

Dying was allowed, but one had to squeeze out the experience value of the very last gold coin. Once during training, Song Yuan perfectly avoided a four-man gank, but because he missed the experience from three melee minions, Jiang Ming added a half-hour penalty of Sword Fundamentals last-hitting.

That is to say, death was permissible, but if an ineffective death occurred, the training was judged invalid.

All these added up; for the top laner, whether it was torment or not was a question.

"Song Yuan, don't run, come over here to us!"

"Giggle giggle giggle, the cement mixer truck is coming to run you over."

"No, what kind of ghost Cane Star person are you? I don't want the Jeep to crash into me for luck!"

"You're settling personal scores!" After being tower-dived for the 27th time, the monitor reflected Song Yuan's face of having no will to live, "Wuwuwu, I want to find Brother Ming! I want to apply to transfer to a Defensive Tower!"

Compared to the four taking turns crashing into him for luck, the subsequent top laner map signal feedback and TP timing judgment training felt like heaven to Song Yuan.

Hearing Song Yuan's wails, Shi Zhenyu smiled helplessly; his teammates were acting like they were putting on a show, even though they experienced it every day, they always made it seem like they had encountered a great terror between life and death.

This didn't mean his personal tasks were relatively easy.

The jungler's advanced training was completely opposite to the top laner's; sometimes they didn't even need to open the game.

Every so often, Brother Ming would send him a file; he only needed to follow the various scenario assumptions on the file to plan jungle routes, and then provide at least 1-2 invasion/counter-gank hypotheses for different situations.

Uh, yes, playing professionally still requires taking exams!

As the jungler, he had to solve tactical puzzles set by Jiang Ming every day; jungle route planning was equivalent to an open-ended question, invasion and counter-ganking were Q&A questions, and jungle resource priority decision-making was a straightforward true/false question.

If the top laner's advanced training was torment of the mind and body's pressure resistance, then for the jungler's advanced training, the team members felt it was a test of willpower.

Damn it, nobody told me before that playing professionally also requires taking exams!

"Can't provoke them, truly can't provoke them, luckily I don't play jungler!" ×4

Of course, as the jungler's good buddy, the mid laner's situation was also very similar; at this moment, the mid laner Wu Zhiqiang was locked in a struggle with vision control.