Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 274 - 231 Night Sister Dotes on Disciple~

Teammates looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes towards Tian Ye.

Teammate 1 spoke up first, "My best is playing Mage."

Teammate 2 timidly raised his hand, "I’m also a Mage."

Teammate 3’s voice was even quieter, "I also play... Mage."

The precious viewers in front of the screen were dumbfounded.

Not only was the team full of weaklings, but they were all Mages!

The last teammate, the shy nerd, seening that the others all claimed Mage as their strongest, pondered for a moment and choked back the word "Mage" he was about to blurt out, "I can play a marksman, my rating with Sun Shangxiang is not bad."

Tian Ye: ...

The playstyles between different roles differ greatly, some having longer reach than others. Professional players usually focus on practicing only two or three roles, let alone newbies attending the Youth Training Camp who haven’t undergone systematic training and can’t switch proficiently between multiple roles.

If one focuses solely on team composition, forcing those good at playing Mage to play as pure tanks might not only be ineffective but can instead be detrimental to the team.

Tian Ye’s mind quickly ran through all the magic heroes.

Actually, not all Mages are purely magic-users; there are magic tanks, magic assassins, magic marksmen, and so on. If they could be matched up well...

Let’s first see which heroes the opponents will choose.

If the opponents choose Sun Shangxiang, then their team would be without their one true marksman.

The eight teams assembled successfully, divided by a system-generated random draw.

Xia Ye was sprawled lazily over the examiner’s desk, watching the opposition.

Xia Xing also watched seriously for a while, then commented, "This disciple of yours is rather unfortunate."

Xia Ye just watched leisurely and didn’t respond.

The eight team captains stepped forward to draw and then revealed their results to the cameras at the same time.

The host paused upon seeing the results. Noticing her reaction, the eight team captains looked at each other’s sequence numbers.

The team previously dubbed the Death Group had been drawn into the same group as Tian Ye’s team.

[Xia Ye’s poor disciple, being drawn into the Death Group, do they even need to compete?]

[Give it up, they’d lose to any team. Dying at the hands of the Death Group might at least leave them with some dignity.]

[Not necessarily, what if they lose within the first 5 minutes of the match? That’s even more embarrassing.]

[No way, don’t embarrass Xia Ye!]

Apart from those two groups, the remaining three groups were relatively well-matched in strength.

The other six teams were grateful to Tian Ye for drawing the strongest team away from them.

To create more suspense, the directors saved Tian Ye’s group and the Death Group for last, letting the first three groups compete in sequence.

The cameraman gave Tian Ye quite a few shots, trying to capture his nervous, sweating face.

But unfortunately, this stoic handsome guy, aside from a meme-worthy face when cheering for Xia Ye, had virtually no other expression throughout the event.

He nonchalously glanced towards Xia Ye, but before the camera could catch it, he quickly turned his gaze back to the big screen.

The first group’s match was underway and tense.

The camp assessment, like the KPL, was conducted using a full draft and ban system, meaning the same heroes could not be used throughout a match.

All being seed players selected by Pang Shen and several veteran team members, although the match followed FB team’s exhibition game, it didn’t feel inferior at all.

The two armies clashed head-on, with a tight struggle for kills and economic growth.

In the latter half, after the Red Team’s high ground Defense Tower was pushed, the Red Team’s organization noticeably fell apart.

Defeat meant there was only one spot left undecided, and no one wanted to lose. The ad-hoc teams lacked the cohesion of more established ones; what was a well-defined organization in the early stages quickly turned into a disorganized mess.

The Blue Team won.

"Ah! We won, we won!"

The first group to win the four advancement spots, the five players took off their headsets and excitedly hugged each other.

The opposing side hung their heads in dejection, each face looking sourer than the last.

Those who hadn’t competed yet envied the Blue Team to death.

The examiners acted swiftly, and the big screen soon listed the players’ scores for both teams from high to low, thus determining the first four advancing and four eliminated players, as well as two undecided spots.

The advancing players, beaming, went back to the Youth Training Camp’s area to sit down at their designated numbers, while those with undecided spots maintained a steady mindset, knowing they still had a chance.

But those who had been confirmed eliminated were quite miserable.

They couldn’t even stay to watch the matches. They took turns standing before a microphone to give farewell speeches and left the venue live, and the sound engineer would play the song "What a Pity You’re Not the One" as they exited...