Late at night at the Spark Team training base, it was like a forgotten corpse.
The air conditioner has long since stopped, and the fan rotates in vain on the wall, making a squeaking groan. The sweat mixed with the musty smell condensed into a sticky film in the air, sticking to the skin, and breathing felt like swallowing cotton. Lu Chen was curled up in the gaming chair in the corner. The back of the chair was slumped and the armrests were polished to a shiny surface. It was like his three-year career - the edges had been smoothed away and his dignity had been lost.
On the screen, teammates were playing a high-intensity training match. Qin Xiao's Sword Girl made two solo kills in the middle, with smooth operation and rapid barrage: "Team Qin is awesome!" "The spark is stable!" "There is no chance of winning the championship this season!"
In the earphones, Qin Xiao's voice was like a knife scraping iron: "Lu Chen, you can't even understand the support position? Do you know that your positioning just now completely destroyed the gank rhythm of our jungler? You are not playing games, you are wasting our team's energy!"
