Some people do nothing but wag their tongues, yet make it seem like they are good enough.
Some people do everything, but don't say anything. Do they deserve to have their efforts taken for granted?
Chen Jing's throat tightened, and suddenly he couldn't say anything more.
The lounge was quiet. Everyone was staring at Sheng Kuang. But as they watched, each and every one of them lowered their heads as if they had committed a great offense.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Sheng Kuang couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't be fooled by Chen Jing. Don't forget, I'm your boss. A boss is good to his employees for a reason. Who knows when I might sell you all off like commodities without hesitation."
The more Sheng Kuang tried to appear nonchalant and comfort them, the more uncomfortable they became.
Qin Yu, who was most prone to buckling under pressure during matches, wiped away tears of shame.
Sheng Kuang was truly not good at comforting people. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was only a few minutes before the last match began. If they went into the competition in this state, they were sure to lose.
Everyone in the room was a bit slow to react, looking up at Sheng Kuang.
Sheng Kuang checked the time again. "For the upcoming match, do you think we still need to play?"
"We'll be scolded anyway if we lose, and scolded if we don't dare to compete. It's all scolding, so we might as well surrender early and not play. Everyone can go back and rest sooner, saving time and also saving data for those watching the match on their phones."
"That won't do," Jiang Zui shook his head vigorously. "It's not like we can't beat GDT."
"Exactly, surrender is impossible. If you want me to surrender to GDT, I'd rather eat ten tons of shit," Chen Jing said.
He Wang: "Yeah, if I surrender, I'd rather help Chen Jing eat one ton of shit."
Chen Jing looked at He Wang. "Just one ton? Is that enough for a brother? You should at least split it in half."
He Wang: "I misspoke. It should be 0.5 tons."
Amidst their bickering, Sheng Kuang looked at Qin Yu, whose eyes were still red. "What about you?"
Qin Yu choked out, "Of course, we play."
Sheng Kuang picked up his team uniform from the side and put it on. "Since that's the case, drink water if you need to drink water, go to the bathroom if you need to go to the bathroom."
Because of Han Fengyan's phone call, YLS didn't have time to discuss the upcoming match strategy during their break.
The sixth match began.
This match was the match point. If GDT won, they were the champions. If GDT lost, the next match would be the ultimate showdown.
Whether in person or watching the stream, fans of both DGT and YLS were extremely tense.
Although the YLS teammates' mental states had crumbled in the lounge, they didn't show any obvious signs on the stage. Lan Bowen leaned on Sheng Kuang's gaming chair, discussing hero picks with everyone.
After both sides had chosen their heroes, Lan Bowen shook hands with GDT's coach, and the sixth match officially began.
In this game, both sides played very cautiously, with almost no openings.
Sheng Kuang was still playing as the marksman. In fact, the strength difference between the two teams was not that significant. For the first ten minutes, it was back and forth, with neither team having an advantage.
It was similar to the previous fifth game, a long tug-of-war. It wasn't until the 24th minute that Jiang Zui, without hesitation, used his ultimate to engage when GDT was taking the Storm Dragon King, successfully stealing the dragon, which led to YLS pushing and destroying GDT.
At this moment, the chat was incredibly competitive. YLS fans were shouting encouragement, while GDT fans were claiming the match was rigged, alleging that the organizers deliberately let GDT lose one game to YLS to create a climactic showdown.
YLS fans were indignant at GDT's accusation and brought up GDT's previous request for a rematch, leading to a heated argument between the fans in the chat.
While the fans were arguing furiously, the seventh match began.
Chen Jing was the first to pick his hero. While he was choosing, Qin Yu, who had been mostly silent and listening to everyone's calls, spoke up. "Coach, I want to play marksman."
Lan Bowen instinctively looked at Sheng Kuang.
Sheng Kuang nodded slightly.
Lan Bowen said, "Okay."
"Thank you, Coach." Qin Yu pre-selected Hou Yi, the hero he was most skilled with since he started playing the game.