NFBE Chapter 9: None of them had a rebellious phase?
Chapter 9: None of them had a rebellious phase?
"Hey, the last piece of the BJBS puzzle has arrived!"
As soon as Fu Shiyan pushed open the door, Boss Mo greeted him with a beaming smile, his smile as radiant as a blooming sunflower.
Without even lingering for a second on the scantily clad girl in white stockings, he grabbed Fu Shiyan's hand and led him to a group of young people engrossed in playing video games.
BJBS's team training room was more spacious than I had imagined.
Six computers were arranged in a row in the room, with a large screen in the center and a sofa for resting below.
In front of the sofa was a glass table. Contrary to expectations of a smoky environment, the air in the training room was incredibly fresh, even carrying a faint minty scent.
Just as he was taking a look.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
"Get up, everyone, don't rush to start the game."
Boss Mo clapped his hands, his tone tinged with eagerness, "Let me introduce you, this is our BJBS team's starting mid-laner—Fu Shiyan! Chinese server ID: Crush, Challenger in Ionia... cough cough, Fu, what's your rank again?"
"seventh."
Fu Shiyan responded.
Just now, while teaching that rich guy, at his request, he played another high-ranking match.
He happened to run into a team with a top-ten player, and after winning that match, he pushed the person who was originally ranked seventh out of the team, rising from ninth to seventh place.
"Great! Seventh in the national server!" Boss Mo's eyes lit up as he continued, "I hereby declare that from today onwards, Xiao Fu is the captain of our BJBS team!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl in white stockings quickly took over the team leader's role and began to introduce the players from left to right with a smile: "Brother Yan, let me introduce you—this is our team's top laner, Zhu Dan, national server ID: Beicheng Yaomei."
Zhu Dan has a delicate appearance and wears glasses, giving him the illusion of a weak scholar, making it impossible to associate him with the road full of muscular men fighting each other.
He nodded to Fu Shiyan as a greeting.
"Jungler, Wu Chen." An ordinary-looking boy raised his hand to signal.
"AD, Zhou Heyang." Another boy next to him, who was also inconspicuous in the crowd, announced his location.
However, Li Rui, who weighs over 200 pounds, is more like an AD carry than a support who doesn't consume resources.
"Ahem, Xiao Fu, do you want to say a few words?"
Mo Ziye asked tentatively, his tone carrying a hint of negotiation.
The girl in white stockings standing to the side was internally screaming: No, boss, do you have to be so humble?
I could accept that you don't like white stockings, and I'd assume you're a dedicated Sigma man focused solely on your work. But now you're actually behaving so humbly towards a team member...
What do you want to say?
Fu Shiyan stopped, glanced at his new teammates, and tried to make his tone mature without sounding too old-fashioned: "Nice to meet you all. I am honored to join the BJBS team and become your teammate."
"Of course, I also want to thank Boss Mo for his kindness in making me BJBS's starting mid laner and also serving as the captain."
Mo Ziye nodded.
A very official opening statement—dry, lacking in substance, but very useful.
The following should be something like, "I hope everyone will work together sincerely in the future to achieve good results," and so on.
As Boss Mo was holding his coffee cup and thinking this, Fu Shiyan's next words almost made him spit out all the coffee in his mouth.
"Well, if anyone has a problem with me being the captain right away, feel free to challenge me."
Fu Shiyan grinned, "Solo or any other way, I'll take it. I'll play the positions you're best at."
"If I lose, we can hold another election for captain."
Just polite words?
It can only be said that Boss Mo is overthinking things.
Fu Shiyan knew perfectly well that most of these young people were seventeen or eighteen years old, the age when they were full of vigor and most unruly.
You talk to them about "sincere cooperation" and "creating brilliance together," but they just let it go in one ear and out the other. They turn around in the game and start thinking about how to give you, the parachuted captain, a hard time.
Rather than waiting to be secretly tested and questioned, which would delay training, it's better to set up the arena yourself first.
In his past life, whether he was playing professionally or leading a team from a youth training camp, he had seen too many talented newcomers whose sharpness was worn down by the "team atmosphere".
Those team leaders who put on airs and talk about unity from the start often lose power within two weeks because their teammates use various methods to undermine them.
On the contrary, those leaders who get straight to the point and show their fists are the ones who earn respect the fastest—in competitive sports, whether traditional or esports, rank and skill are the hardest currency.
You're powerful, so whatever you say is right;
You're weak; no matter how much you talk, no one will listen.
Therefore, he has no intention of beating around the bush.
They're straightforward; whoever has the strongest fist is the boss. For this group, that's more effective than any sweet talk.
After he finished speaking, the training room fell silent for a brief moment.
Not only was Boss Mo stunned, but the young people who had just stood up and greeted him also had mixed feelings on their faces.
Zhu Dan, the top laner, pushed up his glasses, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes behind the lenses—he really hadn't expected this new mid-lane pro to speak so directly, without any beating around the bush.
"No objections!" Jungler Wu Chen and AD Xiao Zhou exchanged a glance, their lips twitching slightly as if they wanted to say something, but then swallowed their words back. Finally, they added in unison, "We won't be able to give commands."
It was Li Rui, the support player who weighed over 200 pounds, who was the first to come to his senses and muttered a blunt truth in a gruff voice: "...Let's just forget it. I'm seventh in the national server, who would want to be humiliated?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the reactions of the crowd startled Fu Shiyan slightly.
"Wait, is Boss Mo really that good at training them? None of them have gone through a rebellious phase?"
"Or perhaps the boss was present, and they were afraid to object?"
It seems he's overthinking things here.
Not convinced? Want to intimidate the new captain?
That depends on the person.
You said everyone is at the Master rank, with similar scores. The only difference is that you occupy the special position of mid lane, and the boss made a decision to make you the captain—it's normal for everyone to have their own thoughts, even if they don't say it.
The problem is, how can four players who haven't even reached the gatekeeper rank of Master compare to one player who easily made it into the top ten of the national server?
They're young and impetuous, but they're not stupid, okay?
"Well, although no one has any objections."
As a seasoned veteran in terms of mental age, Fu Shiyan showed not a trace of embarrassment on his face.
He nodded to everyone, acknowledging their tacit agreement to "instantly recognize him as captain," then changed the subject, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "But a solo match is still necessary."
The young people's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up slightly again.
We're all brothers here, so we've all come to regard you as our big brother. Are we still going to get a beating?
Fu Shiyan explained, "I also want to achieve good results in the City Championship. Our team only just got together today. If we rely on training slowly and playing one game after another to get to know each other, it will be too inefficient."
"So playing a couple of solo matches also helps me get a feel for my brothers' skills—the depth of their champion pool, their laning habits, and their operational habits in crucial moments. Playing two matches is more useful than watching ten replays."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Mo Ziye, as if waiting for the boss's response.
Mr. Mo held his coffee cup, smiled but didn't offer his opinion, giving off an air of "you're in charge."