Esse AD é muito consistente

Before the first battle was over, the young substitute ADC, Blade, was already sitting in the RNG lounge in Busan Stadium, South Korea.

Coach Sun Deyong spoke in awkward Mandarin and asked, “Ziang, after watching the four games today, what do you think of Uzi’s performance?”

Lu Ziang lowered his phone at once. With a faint smile that did not reach his eyes, he replied, “I think there’s no problem. He played very well.”

Sun Deyong’s expression darkened slightly, and he frowned.

He knew this boy’s temperament well enough to understand he would not be easily fooled.

So he could only appeal to emotion and reason.

He slowly said, “Ziang, you know the situation we’re in. This is a do-or-die match. If we lose this one...”

“First, it could very well ruin Uzi’s career. Second, he may never recover from it. Do you know what matters most to a professional player?”

“Yeah. Mentality.”

Lu Ziang’s handsome brows drew together slightly. A bad feeling had already begun to form in his heart. He thought, What does Uzi’s mentality collapsing have to do with me?

“Good that you understand. Once a player’s mentality goes wrong, even the strongest will make mistakes in a match of this intensity.”

“And you also know how much hope the LPL audience has placed on RNG this year. The greater the passion behind that hope, the greater the disappointment in the end.”

Sun Deyong took a deep breath, then patted Lu Ziang on the shoulder and said meaningfully, “Ziang, you’re still young. Opportunities like this are rare for you. The coa