CS: The Last Dance, a Dance That Leads to Professional Success

Chapter 13 If I don't work hard, when will I become number one?

On the eve of the Major.

While G2's official tweet caused a huge uproar in the CS esports community, Meng Lang, at the center of the storm, remained calm and composed.

After posting on Weibo, I waited for my emotions to ferment and turn into a Goat value.

Meng Lang sat down in front of the computer in the training room as usual.

The entire G2 team will be traveling from Berlin, Germany to Antwerp, Belgium in two days. In fact, the club's two-week training camp for them ended today.

The players began packing their bags, preparing for this Major trip.

However, Westerners' lazy nature makes them accustomed to relaxing in places like bars before the game, and it's said that tonight's expenses will be paid by Mr. Ni.

At 8 p.m., his cousin Hunter tidied up his clothes and was about to leave when he saw Meng Lang holding a soda and walking towards the training room while drinking it.

"Bro, aren't you going to change your clothes?"

Why are you changing clothes?

"Let's go to Lebua Sky (bar), Niko has already booked a table."

"I'm not going, I still need to climb the ladder."

"what?"

My cousin was stunned.

Meng Lang has been training like crazy these past two days before his trial.

The intensity is full.

He could understand it.

With the future uncertain, intense training can be a way to relieve stress.

He also had such a period of time.

Yes.

In order to catch up with his younger brother.

But now G2 has officially announced their roster, and Meng Lang has finally become a starter.

But he still works just as hard.

Hunter didn't understand.

CS is a typical hardcore FPS game that is easy to learn but difficult to master; it relies heavily on talent.

You practice diligently a hundred times, but when you finally get on the field, you get kicked to the sidelines by those genius stars, and your resolve is truly shattered.

"Bro, there's no need to practice like this, it won't work," my cousin advised.

"My hands are itching to hit someone."

Meng Lang smiled, turned around, and went into the training room.

"Uh, okay then."

My cousin gave a wry smile, turned around, and left the club.

When Meng Lang entered the training room, he was surprised to find that he wasn't the only one staying there that night—the kid was also sitting in front of the computer, looking down at his phone.

"Bro, you didn't go either?"

Meng Lang pulled out a chair and sat down next to the child.

"I feel a little unwell."

The child pointed to his nose and spoke with a slight nasal tone.

Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Got it! Sick Illya! Want to have a solo match?"

He spoke naturally, showing no awareness whatsoever of bullying the sickly Ilya.

The child initially wanted to refuse.

But the image of Lao Ni and Xiao Li praising Meng Lang during today's training match flashed through my mind, and the damn competitive spirit among peers suddenly flared up.

"it is good."

He agreed very readily.

The two quickly entered the [One-on-One Duel] mode, and instead of choosing a single weapon, they chose three options: USP pistol, AK rifle, and sniper rifle.

It has to be said that Solo is indeed the best way to quickly improve your shooting skills. You can practice your body control, quick stops, aiming, and head-on gunfights!

However, since both sides know each other's positions, the outcome largely depends on who has a more solid foundation and faster reaction time. Therefore, in this situation, Meng Lang's [Spider Sense] is not very effective.

In the pistol rounds, Meng Lang scored 4 points and Xiaohai scored 6 points in 10 rounds.

6: 4!

The child raised his eyebrows smugly at Meng Lang!

A bit arrogant!

"You're awesome."

Meng Lang didn't care at all, rubbing his hands together. "I'm going to shine in the next rifle round!"

"Come on, come on," the child said with a grin.

The Solo rounds, consisting of three rifle rounds, totaled 28 rounds.

Once Meng Lang got his AK, he immediately regained his momentum. In the next 28 rounds, he used various large pulls and instantaneous bursts of bullets, as well as terrifying long-range recoil control and rapid fire.
The kid who was all smiles after winning the pistol round...

He was so badly beaten that he stopped laughing.

24: 4!

The long-range rounds ended after 28 rounds. Meng Lang scored 24 points, while the kid only scored 4 points. Of those 4 points, 1 point was a "care" point given by Meng Lang.

After the beating, the child's face turned a little green.

How did you practice with your AK?

"Is this how you train?"

Meng Lang mumbled something vaguely.

There's no way to say that he's in a "cyber cage" of endless rewinding, holding an AK and relentlessly breaking through 1v5 against a top-ten professional team in the world.

death!

Backtrack!

Die again!
Let's go back in time!
Infinite loop!

The loop kept repeating until he almost lost track of time!

The child's face looked rather pale.

He could only console himself, telling himself he was a sniper. What's the point of comparing AKs to riflemen?! How could this guy's AK be so insane?!

Next up is the sniper round.

Meng Lang's sniper rifle is actually in the same style as Xiaohai's.

Two words: fast and swift!
In the past, he might not have been afraid of kids, but after his hand injury, he switched from sniping to rifleman when he was not firing his sniper rifle. After not shooting for a long time, he was somewhat rusty.

In addition, children are the top snipers of the new generation.

After 13 rounds.

Meng Lang got 5 points, and the child got 8 points.

8: 5!

The child breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Meng Lang was a sniper who had switched to rifles, and he was afraid that if he lost the sniper duel, he would really lose the dignity of the team's main sniper.

Finally, when the three scores are added together, Meng Lang's score of 33:18 is definitely superior.

The system also determined that Meng Lang won.

There was no way around it; in the long-range gun rounds, Meng Lang's AK scored too many points.

The child sighed inwardly.

But the thought of the oppressive feeling of Meng Lang's AK still makes me feel a little scared.

However, he had won the pistol and sniper battles, so in a way, he couldn't really say he had lost—he told himself this as he raised his hand to drag the mouse to exit the [One-on-One Duel].

The next second, a hand pressed down on his hand.

"Again!"

"Huh?" "Kid God! Your pistol and AWP are amazing! I'm not bragging, but I personally think they're even better than Brother Zai's! I want to learn from you!"

"Uh, okay then."

Unable to refuse such hospitality,

Meng Lang speaks very nicely.
The essential!

He called me God of Children!
The child, secretly delighted, nodded modestly.

Four hours later.
The child glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost midnight. His eye twitched slightly. He turned back to see Meng Lang still holding his right hand with a sincere expression.

"Child God!"

"The last one!"

"Really! The last one!!"

The child's lips twitched, and his secret joy vanished.
Nima!

At first, he felt that he had won two out of the three Solo rounds, and Meng Lang was not convinced, so he wanted to play another round.

No problem.

Come on, come on!

Is this another round?

After four hours of monotonous and tedious solo play, even though the kid himself is a well-known internet addict in the G2 team, he felt a bit nauseous at this point.

More importantly, he noticed that Meng Lang, whose hands were wrapped in bandages, seemed to be gradually regaining his feel for the sniper rifle!

The match, which was originally 70/30, gradually turned into a 60/40 split, and even showed signs of becoming a 50/50 split.
Bro, something's not right with you!

The child felt that if they continued training like this...

He might really lose.

Where is the dignity of G2's main sniper?
You are all geniuses!

This was his last act of dignity in front of Meng Lang.

"Bro, your AK is already very powerful, there's no need to stick to the sniper rifle."

"That won't work."

"why?"

"TOP1 represents dominance and omnipotence!"

"."

Meng Lang's words are perfectly reasonable!

The child was terrified!

He couldn't help but open his mouth.

Staring at Meng Lang,

It feels like I'm meeting this boy for the first time today.

It's hard to imagine that a rifleman who has only played in one top-tier tournament, was kicked out of the team afterward, and just passed the G2 trial today could be associated with the "TOP1" who is the subject of fierce competition among countless top-tier star players.

Bro has probably gone mad!
he thinks.

But the other party spoke with such sincerity and seriousness that it felt completely natural!

"You want to be number one?"

"You do not want it?"

The child was stumped by the question.

nonsense!

He definitely wants to!
With G2's current performance and form, how can they possibly compete for the top spot?
never mind!

Let's just dream about it!
Thinking of this, the child quickly put on his shoes, turned off the computer, jumped up with both feet, picked up his phone, and turned to leave.

The movements were quite nimble and fluid, without a trace of sickness.

"Bro, um... I'm really sleepy!"

"Next time! Come again next time!"

Depend on!
Why are you running so fast?

Oh, right!
Ilya is still sick!

Meng Lang nodded in relief, turned around and said with concern, "Have a good rest, Child God," before turning off Solo and continuing to play FPL ranked matches alone.

Although simulated training can be conducted in the meditation space after sleep, simulated training focuses more on tactical awareness, props, and map understanding. Real shooting training can only provide partial and slow feedback to improve muscle memory.

It's nowhere near as direct as real-world training.

Moreover, Meng Lang also has a main quest to reach the top of FPL.

He was quite looking forward to the reward.

Keep trying!

The night passed quietly.

Old Ni and his cousin returned at 2 a.m., along with Jackz—tonight was supposed to be a pre-match relaxation, but it was also a farewell party for Jackz.

After G2 informed Jackz that he was allowed to consider offers from other teams, Jackz decided to leave the club and go home for a while to relax and stream.

Tonight is his last night at the club.

Slightly tipsy, Jackz entered the base and, as he was leaning against the wall to go upstairs, he happened to run into Meng Lang, who was coming out of the training room.

He peeked into the training room; in the corner, Meng Lang's computer screen had just gone out.

After a moment of silence, Jackz spoke up and asked:

"Dude, have you been training since this morning?"

"Yes."

Why work so hard?

"There are prizes for Majors."

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Jackz fell silent for a moment after hearing this.

He continued to ask:

"Is he working so hard because he's short of money?"

This time, Meng Lang didn't answer immediately. He thought for a moment before saying:

"Yes and not entirely."

"How to say?"

"There's a guy next door who plays in the league and won the world championship at 17. I'll be 18 next month. If I don't work hard, when will I ever make a name for myself?"

Meng Lang answered earnestly, his dark eyes revealing sincerity.

This is also his true inner thought.

I used to rely on my talent to forge ahead, thinking that pure talent could destroy everything. But when my talent was exhausted, I found that I had just passed the starting point.

Now, the belated "Brother Tongzi" has given him a chance, a chance to rebuild his foundation, and Meng Lang feels he has no reason not to work hard.

In fact, hard work and perseverance are the only shortcut for ordinary people to achieve success.

Even becoming an internet celebrity requires effort.

Upon hearing Meng Lang's reply,
Jackz fell silent.

To be honest, I felt a bit arrogant towards this black-eyed, yellow-skinned guy who stole my job, even if it was just out of the natural arrogance of a European white person.

Jackz would say he harbors some resentment.

That's impossible too.

However, at this moment, hearing the other person say, "I'm almost 18 years old, if I don't work hard, when will I ever make a name for myself?"

He suddenly felt that,
To lose to a young person like that.

Perhaps there's nothing to be ashamed of.
The two went upstairs side by side, then parted ways in the corridor, heading down two different paths.

(End of this chapter)