Chapter 095

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Chapter 95: Wei Xiao: Laozi is really a saint!


Nobody knew the state of Lu Feng's shoulder better than Lu Feng himself.

Xiang Liu's worries were reasonable, but they were meaningless.

In recent years, FTW couldn't have done without Lu Feng.

Let alone Close toppling down, the impact would be earth-shaking if anyone learned about his shoulder injury.

Not to mention anything else, the capital divestment would be enough for FTW to drown in.

In the past three years, FTW had always done a global round trip in the 5v5 competition. How had they managed to develop to their present scale? Why were their signing fees for the live broadcasting platform so high, and why were they the sponsors' favorite?

There was only one reason--

Close.

The world's most valuable player was also the head of FTW.

This was a very strong injection of reassurance for all their partners.

The value of a club depended largely on their results and their players. Both were interdependent and indispensable.

Results needed to be maintained, and the players would move around. These were variables that the capital side had to consider.

Only FTW was different. The player was the person in charge, and this double identity had tied Close and FTW together.

It was both bondage and security.

Close would never leave FTW, which was something that carried great value regardless of the team's performance.

This was also one of the reasons why FTW was able to thrive over the years.

Fans always liked to say that the great demon king had held up the entire club by himself. This wasn't actually an exaggeration; it was fact.

Close was too important for FTW, so important that even Lu Feng didn't dare to act rashly.

The biggest disaster that could befall e-sports players was an occupational disease.

When there was high intensity training coupled with a serious lack of exercise, how could something not go wrong with a body that was made of flesh and blood?

Most clubs had rebab and massage professionals, and after the start of the regular season, the players would do preventive physiotherapy every day.

Even so, there were still so many injuries every year.

E-sports was very draining, and a small mistake would affect the entire game.

Why did injured players start to decline? It wasn't just because their operations couldn't keep up with their thoughts, but also because their mentality had collapsed.

Li Heran had fallen from the clouds. Why was it so difficult for him to stand back up again?

It was because he'd exhausted all his confidence and courage.

The injury to his wrist had had a great impact on him, and there had been an even bigger impact on his fans.

Countless people had loved him crazily, and countless people were heartbroken by this.

The howling across the entire internet was heartrending, and these countless words would eventually take on a life of their own, pressing down on the players.

"Don't blame him, he hurt his wrist."

"He missed a soldier. That wouldn't have happened with the former Li Heran."

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