Chapter 643
, Page 369: I can still pull...
Meiko rolled her eyes beside her: "You think everyone is as weak as you? Brother Mozi is just exceptionally talented."
Su Mo smiled at the two of them: "Stop talking nonsense. Why are you all standing here? Aren't you going in to train?"
“We’re waiting for you.” Meiko pointed inside. “The coach said we’ll have the meeting once everyone’s here. And… some people are really looking forward to seeing you.”
"Who?"
"Who else could it be? The one you just beat into a rage, and the one who's always wanted to solo you." JackeyLove had a look of anticipation on his face.
Su Mo understood immediately, picked up his peripheral bag, and stepped into the training hall.
Pushing open the heavy glass door, a blast of cold air hits you, accompanied by the clattering sound of keyboards.
In the spacious training room, dozens of top-of-the-line computers are neatly arranged.
Upon hearing the door open, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes toward the entrance.
Su Mo stood there, his posture upright, the faint red mark on his neck particularly eye-catching. Although he had a smile on his face, the murderous aura and oppressive feeling that hadn't dissipated after winning the world championship made the air in the room freeze for a second.
"Brother Mozi!!"
A slightly trembling voice broke the silence.
In the corner, a slightly chubby figure suddenly stood up; it was 369.
He looked at Su Mo with a complex expression: there was admiration, fear, and a hint of resentment at seeing a loved one.
"Brother Mozi...you're finally here." 369 said with a bitter face, "Bin has been dragging me into solo matches every day for the past two days, I'm about to be knocked unconscious. It's just in time that you're here, hurry up and take care of him!"
Su Mo put the bag on the table, smiled, walked up to 369, and pinched his chubby cheek: "I beat you a few times at MSI, and now you're going to get beaten by Bin again? What a pathetic guy."
369 shrank back and chuckled foolishly: "That's different. You're a god, and he's a human. Being abused by a god is an honor, but being abused by a human is unacceptable."
"cut."
A cold snort came from the other side.
Chen Zebin (Bin) remained seated in his gaming chair, without standing up.
He wore glasses, his eyes were piercing, and he stared intently at Su Mo.
As one of the most aggressive top laners in the LPL, Bin has always regarded Su Mo as his biggest rival.
Although Su Mo is nominally a starter in this Asian Games, he clearly has no intention of giving up so easily.
"You're here?" Bin pushed up his glasses, his tone stiff, but his eyes burned with fighting spirit. "I heard you made Zeus cry at MSI? Not bad, you didn't embarrass the LPL."
Su Mo turned around, looked at the unruly young man, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
"What? You want to try it too?"
Bin immediately stood up, his hand already on the mouse: "Want to play a game? No jungle, just pure 1v1."
The surrounding contestants instantly became excited.
JackeyLove even pulled out some sunflower seeds: "Holy crap, a collision of planets right after we arrived? This ticket was worth it!"
Knight said timidly from the side, "Um... Instructor Zhu said to start the meeting first..."
"Let's warm up before the meeting." Su Mo casually took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, revealing a black T-shirt underneath, with his muscle lines faintly visible.
He walked to the empty seat opposite Bin, sat down, skillfully plugged in his peripherals, and logged into his account.
"What do you want to play?" Su Mo asked casually while adjusting the mouse DPI. "Fiora? Camille? Or... do you want to learn Riven?"
The phrase "Learn from Riven" isn't particularly offensive, but it's extremely insulting.
Bin's face instantly turned red: "Fiora! Don't think you're invincible just because you beat T1, my Fiora is no worse than yours!"
“Okay.” Su Mo lit a cigarette (smoking is prohibited in the base, but since he had just arrived, no one dared to stop him), “Let’s go with Fiora. Whoever loses pays for supper this week.”
"make a deal!"
The large screen in the training room immediately switched to the battle between the two.
Everyone gathered around.
Meiko put her arm around Jiejie's shoulder and whispered, "Guess how many minutes?"
Jiejie held up three fingers: "Level three. Although Bin is fierce, he tries too hard to execute the details. Mozi is best at curing this kind of 'hyperactivity'."
Games start.
Both sides have Fiona.
Just as Jiejie predicted, Bin played extremely aggressively upon entering the lane, attempting to trade blows by exploiting a weakness in his Q skill at level one.
But Su Mo seemed to have a cheat code for seeing through things.
Every time Bin was about to use his Q, Su Mo would make an extremely slight turn of his head or sidestep, so that Bin's Q would only hit a minion or thin air.
Su Mo's counterattack, however, was as precise as a scalpel.
A reveals an opening, accelerates to create distance, uses Q to turn around while out of sight.
Pulling.
Extreme stretching.
In just two minutes, Bin's health potion was empty, while Su Mo still had more than half a tube of health left.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Bin's forehead as he stared intently at the screen, the clicking of the mouse becoming increasingly rapid.
"Get impatient." Su Mo gently exhaled a smoke ring, his voice as calm as if he were teaching a primary school student how to do a problem. "If your mind isn't calm, your sword won't be steady."
Level 3.
Bin couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to use his QW combo to stun Su Mo and unleash a burst of damage.
"Ding!"
As if he had foreseen the future, Su Mo blocked with W the instant Bin made his move!
I feel dizzy!
Bin's Fiora was rooted to the spot.
Su Mo uses A followed by E to create an opening, then uses the speed boost to move to another opening and uses A again!
Light it and hang it up.
Bin used Flash to try and escape.
Su Mo Q followed up, delivering the final thrust with his sword!
First Blood!
The image turned black and white.
The training room was deathly silent, then erupted with JackeyLove's infectious laughter.
"Hahaha! Bin, you're already down? I haven't even finished eating my sunflower seeds yet!"
Bin stared blankly at the screen, his fingers still frozen on the keyboard. He knew he was inferior to Su Mo, but he hadn't expected the gap to be so vast. The feeling of being completely seen through and manipulated filled him with a profound sense of powerlessness.
Su Mo took off his headphones, stood up, walked behind Bin, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Your technique is fine, but your intentions were too obvious." Su Mo's voice had lost its previous provocation, instead carrying the composure of a squad leader. "If you want to beat me, speed alone won't work; you need to use your brain. I'll teach you properly during the upcoming training camp."
Bin took a deep breath, turned his head, and his resentment turned into admiration. "A bet's a bet," Bin gritted his teeth. "I'll cover your midnight snacks this week. But... how about another round?"
"Next time."
Su Mo stretched and looked at Coach Zhu Kai walking in through the door. "The coach's here. Let's get down to business first."
Zhu Kai looked at the room full of "problem children" who were all stunned by Su Mo, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright, now that Su Mo is here, we're all here." Zhu Kai clapped his hands. "First of all, welcome back our FMVP! Secondly, for the next month, we'll be undergoing grueling training. Our goal is singular—the gold medal at the Hangzhou Asian Games!"
"Su Mo, as the team leader, why don't you come up and say a few words?"
Su Mo did not refuse and strode to the front of the stage.
His gaze swept over everyone present: former teammates, former rivals, and those talented young men eager to prove themselves.
"I know that everyone here is a key player, a star in their respective teams."
Su Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resounding.
"But here, we only have one name, and that is Team China."
"Zeus was brought to tears by me, and Faker was rendered speechless by me. But that's not enough."
Su Mo paused, his eyes turning incredibly fervent:
"Kanavi and Ruler have also been selected for the South Korean team. They're definitely itching for revenge. What we need to do is crush their last hope on our own turf!"
"Do you have confidence?!"
"Have!!"
The unified roar made the glass windows vibrate.
Even 369, who had always been timid and submissive, turned red in the face and roared with bulging veins.
Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, a smile playing on his lips.
This is the atmosphere he wants.
After the meeting, everyone returned to their seats to continue training.
Su Mo had just sat down when her phone vibrated.
It was a message from the WeChat group 【Mozi's Harem Group】.
Rita: [Image] (A selfie of herself in pajamas, hugging a Su Mo body pillow) "I started missing you as soon as I got home, what should I do?"
Yu Shuang: [Train hard and ignore that crazy woman. Remember to eat on time and smoke less.]
hope Ran: [Brother Mozi, I just watched the live stream replay, and your sideways movement to block the fans was so cool! I've got an idea, I'm going to write a short essay about it!]
Xiaoyu: [@RookieYijin said he also wanted to go to the training camp, but unfortunately he wasn't selected, and he's crying at home now. Mozi, can you comfort him for me? Or... can you help me beat up Bin?]
As Su Mo watched the messages constantly popping up on the screen, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He typed a reply with one hand:
[Just wait patiently. When I get my gold medal back, I'll hang it up for each of you for one night.]
After sending the message, he tossed his phone into a drawer, put on his headphones, and his eyes instantly switched back to that cold, ruthless killer mode.
"369, Bin, log in. Third row."
"Huh? Three rows? How are they arranged?" 369 was confused.
“I’ll jungle, you two take turns laning. Whoever gets caught and killed once has to do fifty push-ups.”
"Holy crap! Brother Mozi, no way!!"
Screams and the clatter of keyboards echoed through the training room once more.
Outside the window, the setting sun over West Lake dyed half the sky red.
The following week, the Hangzhou training base turned into a complete "hell".
Su Mo kept his word and actually landed the jungle role in his daily afternoon ranked practice matches. And on his list of "victims," 369 and Bin took turns being the junglers.
"Stop arresting me! Stop arresting me! Brother Mo, I was wrong!!"
In the training room, 369's wails were worse than a pig being slaughtered.
On the screen, Su Mo's Nidalee was stuck in the bush under the red team's first tower. Even though 369's Sion was cowering under the tower, his Q skill spear, with its terrifying accuracy, still hit him right in the head as if it had a navigation system.
"Is this your ability to withstand pressure?" Su Mo said coldly as he manipulated Nidalee to transform and pounce on the tower. "If you had used your E to slow down the minion wave 0.5 seconds earlier, you would have had an extra space to move. Go do twenty push-ups and remember that."
"I...I'll do it! I'll do it, okay?!" 369 was on the verge of tears. As the screen went black and white, he skillfully slid off the chair amidst the laughter of the crowd, lay down on the floor, and began to huff and puff as he did push-ups.
Bin, who was standing next to him, was smiling, but his forehead was covered in cold sweat. Because in the next game, it would be his turn to lane against Su Mo's jungler.
"JackeyLove, stop laughing." Su Mo suddenly turned his head and looked at JackeyLove, who was aggressively pushing the bottom lane. "If the enemy jungler had been there just now, you would have died twice. Your positioning was too aggressive, and you didn't take into account the enemy support's Flash cooldown."
JackeyLove paused in his chewing gum, then stubbornly said, "Impossible, I had room to maneuver, I could have reacted."
"Really?" Su Mo's lips curled up slightly. "Meiko, next game we'll switch sides. I'll play jungle and gank bot. Let's see if you can react in time."
JackeyLove immediately chickened out: "No, no, no! Brother Mo! You're the captain, you're in charge! I'll play it safe, I'll play it safe, okay?!"
Throughout the training room, Su Mo was like an omnipresent ghost instructor. He not only possessed top-tier understanding of top lane, but also had a terrifying insight into the jungler's movements, the carry's output environment, and the support's vision control.
Under his pressure, this training team, which was originally full of "individual heroism," is developing a terrifying level of discipline at a visible speed.
……
Dinner time at the base's canteen.
Although it was a training camp, the food was top-notch. The buffet was filled with all kinds of delicacies, and there were even spicy crayfish specially prepared to cater to the athletes' tastes.
Everyone sat together with their plates, and the atmosphere finally relaxed a bit.
"Ouch, I can't take it anymore, my arms are killing me." 369 said while peeling shrimp, shaking his hands. "Brother Mozi is really ruthless. Before, when he was with JDG, Coach Homme would just scold him a couple of times. Now it's a double torture, both physically and mentally."
"You should be content," Knight said quietly, sitting across from him. "Look at Bin, he was stunned by Mo's Lee Sin kicking him today. He was gesturing about the angle of Lee Sin's R flash while eating."
Just then, Bin came over with a full plate of beef and plopped down next to Su Mo.
“Brother Mozi.” Bin’s eyes were burning. “If you hadn’t ganked top lane in that game, I could have solo-killed the opponent.”
“I know.” Su Mo slowly sipped his soup. “But a match isn’t a solo game. The Korean team’s jungler is Kanavi or Oner. Do you think they’ll just watch you solo against me? I’m helping you develop your anti-gank awareness.”
The atmosphere at the dinner table became slightly more somber when the South Korean team was mentioned.
Meiko put down her chopsticks and took out her phone: "I just saw the news. The roster in Korea has been confirmed. Top laner Zeus, jungler Kanavi and Oner will rotate, mid laner Faker and Chovy, and bot laner Ruler and Keria."
"This lineup..." JackeyLove scoffed, "It's just so-so. Ruler got completely destroyed by Mozi in JDG, he probably has a psychological trauma from seeing Vayne now."
"Don't underestimate them." Su Mo wiped his mouth, his eyes calm. "Kanavi and Ruler have returned to the Korean team, so there will be no language barrier. Their strength will be even greater than when they were with JDG. Moreover, with KkOma as the coach, their tactical execution will be terrifying."
"What's there to be afraid of!" 369 suddenly became defiant, stuffing the peeled shrimp meat into his mouth. "We have Brother Mozi! And... and I'm here as our strong support!"
"You?" Su Mo joked, "Are you planning to kill Kanavi with your belly?"
The whole table burst into laughter, and 369's face turned red: "I have a wine barrel! I have a special skill! I can pull!"
...(End of this chapter)