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The moment the crystal exploded, cheers roared from the scene, and the sound-isolating headphones suppressed the originally steady white noise inside.

Chen Zhou raised his hand and took off his headphones. His eardrums were a little stuffy due to the impact of the sound waves.

The spotlight above the stage was bright and dazzling, blurring his vision.

In the brightly lit auditorium, fans were waving their support sticks and shouting "Come on, daddy", interspersed with calls for player IDs.

The most popular ones are Marin, followed by Imp, and Hirano Aya's voice can be heard sporadically.

As for him and Eimy, no one cares.

Chen Zhou stood up with support on the table and exhaled a long breath.

It wasn't until this moment that his nerves finally relaxed a little in the aftermath of victory.

Chen Zhou himself knew how dangerous the whole game process was.

In the old version from ten years ago, his laning period was actually on the verge of collapse.

Easyhoon's airtight laning pressure was far heavier than he expected. If he hadn't relied on his map-reading ability accumulated from watching countless videos in later generations, he would have been crushed to death by the opponent's midfielder under the tower in the first ten minutes of this game.

Now, in terms of pure operation and muscle memory, he has not yet fully returned to professional standards.

The bitter smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth. Hirano Aya had already passed Eimy and walked to him, patted his shoulder, "Chen Zhou, you did a great job!"

"We were more stable in the next game and won 2-0,"

Hirano Aya is very happy. He is naturally "optimistic" and also sees hope.

Eimy didn't say anything. He followed closely behind his teammates and walked backstage.

The moment the door to the lounge was opened, the atmosphere in the room had obviously changed drastically from before the game started.

The depression was gone, and even breathing felt a little lighter.

Imp has returned to the single chair in the lounge.He casually lit a cigarette to relax.

If he can smoke during games, his strength can at least reach another level.

MaRin slowly stood up from the seat not far away, walked through most of the room, and walked to Chen Zhou.

The world's top top laner from South Korea stopped in front of Chen Zhou, looked down at Chen Zhou for two seconds, then slowly raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up.

"Good."

His pronunciation was a little vague due to Korean habits, but his appreciation was clearly expressed.

Before the team translator sitting nearby could even formulate his words, Chen Zhou himself was stunned for half a second.

Because this is the first time MaRin has actively and formally communicated with him since he came to the LGD team.

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