“Guys, what are you doing?” 

Jeong Byeongjin headed out of the supervisory room and headed downstairs to where the players of JT Tele lived.

“Coach, you’ve come.”

“Hyung, you’re here? I’m watching a video now.” Kim Jinyong, the eldest brother of the JT Telecom Arena team and a player with the priest class, welcomed Jeong Byeongjin. The age difference between them was two years. Their relationship went beyond that of coach and player, and they were like brothers.

“What’s going on? Are you watching Arena videos? Why do you care about this? Isn’t the level low?” Jeong Byeongjin looked at it doubtfully. It was strange to see guys who usually didn’t like to learn from Arena videos watching a video spontaneously.

“Hyung, isn’t this a different standard? It’s the class. The class is different.”

Jeong Byeongjin sat down next to Kim Jinyong. They showed him the footage that they were watching, restarting from the beginning.

“Hyung, do you know Alley Leader? It is amazing that he can do a raid solo. Don’t you think he is better than the German swordsman or the American madman?”

The fuss that Kim...