Starting with Zaozi Ge, a dream lineup

Chapter 50 Dawn!

"Jian Zihao, how can we live without you?"

"Jian Zihao, you're so damn selfish! You're a deserter! You son of a bitch, you ran away first!"

"If Jian Zihao doesn't wake up, you'll be taking all the blame for S7's problems, and we're all going to go to Weibo and yell at you!!!"

"Jian Zihao, please, wake up! We really can't do this!"

In his dazed state, Li Luo finally regained some consciousness. The cacophony around him, like the sound of the world before it exploded, swarmed into his brain.

"Whoever insults me, which bastard will take the blame for me?"

"Jian Zihao, you're awake? Holy crap!"

"Holy crap, Brother Feng, Jian Zihao's awake! Hurry, Brother Feng! Holy crap!"

When Li Luoneng opened his eyes, his vision was filled with a dense crowd of people, including Shi Senming's cute yet anxious face, and Yan Junze with tears streaming down his face.

The man standing next to Xiangguo had bulging veins on his thin arms, making him look like a terrifying demon who had returned from hell.

Even the usually lively Little Tiger looked sad at this moment.

"Did we lose? How long have I been unconscious?!"

As the memories in his mind returned, Li Luo jolted awake and sat up. Although he was still a little drowsy, it no longer affected his movements.

"It's match point! SSG has secured match point!"

Even the usually stern-faced Brother Feng looked utterly desperate. Who would have thought that Xiao Gou, who was usually in good health, would faint in such a crucial moment?

The iron armor was shattered on the battlefield after a hundred battles, and the city south was already surrounded by multiple layers of encirclement.

RNG is now backed into a corner; taking a step back would mean falling off a precipice.

"Jian Zihao, can he play? If not, we're done for. It's a shame he got completely destroyed in the last game; he doesn't know how to play AD."

Before Feng Ge could speak, Xiao Ming spoke first, and as he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

Ultimately, Xiaoming is just a kid who has just come of age. His long-term experience as a homebody has left him no time to show his vulnerability.

From the moment he joined the club, Uzi personally taught Xiaoming how to play support. Their relationship was not just that of ordinary teammates, but a more sincere friendship.

"I can do it. I might not be in the best condition, but I can still play."

After assessing his condition, Li Luo confidently stated that although he was still not fully awake, there was no problem with him going on stage.

It's much better than regretting going up to play AD.

"Brother Feng, do you have any energy drinks left? I need some, I want some."

Upon hearing Li Luo's words, before Feng Ge could even speak, Letme, who was standing outside, rushed out as if he had been electrocuted.

Less than half a minute later, Letme handed over the drink, panting.

Only when the dog is not around does the RNG team realize his importance. In the last game, he regrettably played in the bottom lane, and his top laner was completely ganked, dying 4 times in 11 minutes.

Everyone was happy for Li Luo's awakening when a somewhat cold and authoritative voice suddenly rang out.

"Although Hao Neng has taken the field, the plan remains unchanged; we will still play with a top, mid, and jungle trio."

Feng, who was sitting to the side, looked at Li Luo and then at the crowd surrounding Li Luo.

He said it, word by word.

"Brother Feng, I can't."

"Brother Feng."

Upon hearing Feng Ge's words, Letme and Xiao Hu reacted as if their tails had been stepped on.

With Uzi on the field, how could we dare to play the core role in the match point game?

Before the two could finish speaking, Brother Feng stood up abruptly, ripped open his suit jacket, threw it on the ground, and roared.

"Are you even professional players? All you care about is getting carried to victory? Without Jian Zihao, you're utter trash!"

"Of all the people in China, and all the professional players in the LPL, only you have made it this far. Only you are representing the nation in the final match."

"This is an honor, Li Yuanhao. Let me tell you, stop thinking about messing around. If you don't stand up today, your career is over, you know that?"

"This is a sin. In professional competition, being bad is the original sin. Look what you did when Jian Zihao wasn't there. You pulled out a plane and dealt 6800 damage in 24 minutes."

"You're a professional player? You're the number one in the Chinese and Korean servers? You're the Tiger General who solo-killed Faker? I think you should just be called Deserter Tiger, Cowardly Tiger, or Tiger the Loser."

"And you, Yan Junze, you can't even use your chances. Why do you have to rely on Jian Zihao? Are you a professional player? Are you afraid of laning? Then why are you playing professionally?"

"Go back to your live streams and make your dirty money. You two came to the Bird's Nest today, and you're telling me you just want to coast along?"

Like an enraged lion, Feng Ge threw the notebook in his hand at the wall behind everyone, creating a small dent.

Loud shouts echoed in RNG's break room, a soul-searching attack, each word piercing the heart.

Only Brother Feng has this kind of personal charisma. He may not be a qualified coach, but he is definitely a qualified manager and a guiding light for the players on their professional journey.

"This game we'll play a three-core strategy with top, mid, and jungle. If we lose, it's on me. I'll go home and apologize."

"Li Yuanhao, Yan Junze, I'll say it again, playing professionally isn't child's play, it's not like playing ranked games. I need you to show your full strength and face Samsung's trident." "Go tell the audience sitting outside, go tell the players in front of their screens."

"You, Li Yuanhao"

"You, Yan Junze"

"This RNG isn't some useless player who got by relying on Jian Zihao. Any one of their players could be a top-tier general, capable of leading a team on their own."

"Whether you choose to drift aimlessly or forge ahead bravely is entirely up to you."

Now, tell me your answers!

When Letme and Xiaohu were initially scolded, they showed their defiance, their youthful stubbornness shining through their faces.

But as Brother Feng uttered those hurtful words, the two men could no longer maintain their youthful arrogance.

Tears of repentance streamed down their faces.

In a daze, Xiaohu seemed to see his father, strictly educating him: don't play games, don't let playthings ruin your life, playing games has no future, you're just a good-for-nothing.

Seeing himself arguing loudly with his father, slamming the door and leaving, he stood downstairs shouting.

"I, Li Yuanhao, am not a waste. Today, I'm going to prove myself on the professional stage. I want to be the strongest."

"One day, I will make you acknowledge me."

From that day on, I trained day after day and ranked games day after day, but at some point, just like what Brother Feng said, I seemed to have forgotten my original intention.

I, Li Yuanhao, am not weak. I am the number one player in both the Korean and Chinese servers. I am the man who has solo-killed Faker three times!
I want to prove to my father that I am the strongest, I want to prove myself!

"I can, I will kill! I am Xiaohu, I am Li Yuanhao! With me as my spear, I will pierce through three stars!"

“Very good. Now, Yan Junze, tell me your choice.”

Yan Junze, his face streaked with tears, looked up, his eyes glazed over, as if he had entered another world.

In an unfamiliar place, there is a lonely tavern with a crooked signboard on it, where the word "hero" can be faintly seen.

When the young man in RNG's gold and black team uniform walked into the tavern, Da Shu had already stood up and walked up to him.

"The opponent is Cuvve, one of the strongest top laners in LCK, last year's solo kill king. In the last game, he killed you 4 times in 11 minutes. Just endure the pressure, since you've already been solo killed before."

The boy seemed oblivious, walking deeper into the tavern, past Shen and Kog'Maw, drawing stares from everyone.

It wasn't until he passed by the numerous tanks that everyone began to wonder about the boy's strange behavior today.

The boy kept walking, until he reached the depths of the tavern, a place filled with darkness and helplessness.

At the end of the darkness sat a dwarf dressed in a purple robe.

The boy held out his hand, "Please help me."

The dwarf glanced at the boy's clothes and said, "Unstable control, can't withstand pressure, relies on timing in team battles, and without equipment, he's useless."

"Resilience...do you think so too?"

"They always think I'm the type to withstand pressure, but which top laner wants to be subservient to someone else for long?"

"In the top lane, a position where life and death are at stake, who would want to have no say in the team?"

The boy gave a bitter laugh.

"I know"

"But as long as we keep a low profile, there will be a day when we can step forward, won't there?"

His own title was cursed by thousands of people online.

"Give up the throne, give up the throne! I don't like you calling me the emperor who gives up the throne. Why should I give up the throne? I, Yan Junze, will fight for it all my life."

I'm going to prove myself! I'm not the weakest top laner, I'm not a top laner who can only withstand pressure!
"...That's why I'm choosing you."

"Anyway, I have to shoulder all the blame myself. I've been subjected to so much criticism, haven't I?"

Seeing the boy's solemn and determined face, a slight smile appeared on the furry face hidden beneath the purple robe, and a small smile also appeared on his mouth.

"Don't let your teammates down, lad."

"……Um."

The two walked to the door, and the man in purple robes took off his robes, revealing purple and eerie arc-shaped hair.

As he nimbly leaped onto the boy's shoulder, the two said in unison:
"Balance exists in all things!"

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After 1567 days, Xiao Hu sat on the bench again. The moment Xiao Hu was substituted, looking at the only remaining player on the field, the second-generation Xiao Ming, a sense of unfamiliarity arose spontaneously.

Perhaps what I've never really liked is the team called RNG, but rather the players who have left a deep impression on me.

Those who go up the mountain should not laugh at those who come down, for they have made great sacrifices and dared to change the world.

Take a break, then get back on the road. Go, Little Tiger!
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