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

Chapter 57 You dare call yourself Tsar?!
On the G2 pitch.

boom--!
The child was startled by the sudden noise and instinctively lowered his head, not daring to look Niko in the eye. His guilt and pressure reached their peak instantly!
In the 6657 live stream room, even the person playing with the machine was startled by the loud noise, and then couldn't help but sigh:

"Sigh... Old Ni! Old Ni still wanted to win too much! That punch wasn't out of anger that the kid missed, but more out of anger that he didn't perform well at the crucial moment and squandered a golden opportunity..."

"Old Ni... do you also miss the self who was once invincible on the field?"

With a deep sense of regret, the player continued his analysis: "Actually, looking at the first two pictures today, the overall strength of the two teams, Bees and G2, is really very close this year. The outcome often depends on who can withstand the pressure in the key games and who doesn't falter at crucial moments!"

"That's all for now, guys. I need to go get some water and rest. My throat is practically burning from commentating on this match today. Let's watch the do-or-die game on map three, Sand 2!"

"Oh, and here's some good news: picture three is Sand City 2! This is Dark's signature map! 'My main Tsar' isn't just for show!"

"However... Dark's Sand 2 has never faced a strong team like the Little Bees in a Major-level tournament. Let's see how he performs under pressure."

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments:

"He's smashing tables again! Dark's smashing too, is this thing contagious?"

"Hilarious, don't let the old nun come back with a bandage on her back after today's fight."

"Table: You guys are awesome! What did I do to deserve this? You can't get it right, so it's my fault?"

"Do these kids really not kill people? They said they did after the sniper rifle was used up today."

"Seriously! Hurry up and punch hard in picture three! Old Ni punched the table this time, but he might punch something else next time!"

Dark: My punches weren't far behind either!

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Some fans of the Little Bee also left comments in the live chat:
"Wait a minute? What's the cook talking about? Another Tsarist?"

"Stop calling yourself the Tsar. Before joining EG, didn't Dark play against some second or third-tier teams? How dare you call yourself the Tsar?"

"If I dominate the ranked ladder in Sand II, will I also become a Tsar? Is everyone a Tsar then?"

"To be honest, Zaiwu's performance in Sha Er is more worthy of the Tsar's esteem, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, this picture of the little bee is incredibly strong. It'll be quiet after it gets a beating."

Fun fact: A fake Tsar is exposed when he meets a real Tsar!

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At the same time, in the G2 match area.

The team ultimately lost in Figure 2, and the atmosphere was somewhat subdued.

Although Niko's punch landed on the table, it felt more like it struck the hearts of every team member.

Especially children.

Compared to the invisible and intangible mockery and boos online, what the child found even more unbearable was the disappointment revealed in the eyes of his mentor and friend.

At this moment,

He couldn't help but think of many things...

I remember when he was in NAVI's youth training program, some people called him "Crown Prince". In NAVI, "Crown Prince" is a nickname with a lineage. The current GOAT Senpo was also once the "Crown Prince" of the legendary sniper GuardiaN.

This year, he and coach Aleksib joined the powerhouse G2, forming a new roster with impressive strength on paper.

In the Blast group stage in January, they faced the Little Bees for the first time and he lost to them, experiencing firsthand the terror of the man named ZywOo.

But in February, in Katowice, G2 fought their way to the finals to face the super team FAZE.

Back then, children also harbored dreams, believing that they might become the chosen ones like Zaiwu!
The debut is the peak!
Unfortunately, they ultimately lost to FAZE and only managed to secure second place.

This result seems good, but in the world of esports, no one remembers second place, and some professional players even feel ashamed of it.

Later ESL tournaments resulted in a first-round exit in the group stage, so let's not even mention them.

It wasn't until the Antwerp Major that his winning streak in the first two days of the tournament restored his confidence, and he was in high spirits.

But today, facing the little bee again and carrying cargo once more, he was dismayed to find that he still seemed unable to overcome the mental demon mountain called "ZywOo".

At that moment, the child, head bowed and hands covering his head, felt a sudden, weightless sinking in his heart, and his breathing became weak. A surge of emotion overwhelmed him!

Even though they were just playing a game in the studio, he could almost hear countless boos echoing in his ears.

It's noisy!

It's so noisy!

Am I just too concerned about what's happening off the field?

But standing on this stage under the spotlight,

Who can truly not care?
For a fleeting moment, the child, under immense pressure, even had a fleeting thought of stopping and taking a break.

But looking at those young and outstanding partners around him, the guy who seriously said his goal was to be number one during a late-night chat. If he stops, can he still keep up with him?
Just as the child's mind was churning with thoughts and his heart was in turmoil, he suddenly felt a pair of strong and powerful hands land steadily on his shoulders.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Meng Lang's face with a vibrant smile.

However, Meng Lang's opening remarks almost made him lose his composure:

"Ilya was beaten and cried?"

"No!"

The child instinctively retorted.

"Hahaha!"

Meng Lang laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned, and patted him hard on the back, his tone relaxed yet full of strength:
"It's okay to cry!"

"Don't worry! You think you can carry cargo? You're bullying my brother! Next game is my signature move! Watch me carry you to a complete rout!"

"Do you believe me?"

The child was stunned, staring blankly at Meng Lang.

The other person's nonchalant smile and the high-spirited, even somewhat arrogant, fighting spirit in their tone...

Like a blinding light!
It instantly pierced through the gloom that had accumulated in his heart.

Suddenly, the child felt something churning and surging violently within him.
After hesitating for only a moment, he nodded heavily, his voice not loud, but exceptionally firm:

"I believe!"

"Go for it on picture three!"

Meng Lang smiled and extended a strong hand.

The child looked at the hand, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out his own hand and shook it firmly!
"work hard together!"

"Once you become number one, I'll crown you the executive vice GOAT!"

"No way! I want to be number one too!"

"Hahaha!"

Niko, who had just finished pounding the table and was trying to calm himself down, suddenly saw the child, who had been feeling down, become spirited again with just a few words from Meng Lang. After a slight pause, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

At this moment, he felt even more that his loss of control just now was somewhat unnecessary. He had only lost one map; it wasn't like he had no chance.

Figure 3 shows the second sandstorm that has been brought back!
The cousin and Little Li exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

Little Li once again felt a pang of regret: NiKo's recommendation of Meng Lang to G2's management was absolutely the right decision!

This guy seems to have a magical power that can dispel gloom and inspire people!
Play a game,
Especially offline competitions,

Mindset is really important.

G2's morale was quietly rebuilt under Meng Lang's seemingly casual yet perfectly timed influence.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are on today's Legendary Group qualifier final battle - Map 3, Scorching Sand City II!

The real decisive map is here!
(End of this chapter)