LPL History

Chapter 296 Zhou Lang's Demonstration Intimidates Internal Strife, Abu's Buttocks Attacked

Chapter 296 Zhou Lang's Demonstration Intimidates Internal Strife, Abu's Buttocks Attacked Again
【ugly!】

【mean! 】

【dirty!】

[The most disgusting match in history!]

As soon as the match between LGD and EDG ended, EDG fans immediately started their online campaign.

For EDG fans, this loss was simply unacceptable.

It would be one thing if they were truly outmatched, but the key point is that EDG has never lost a team fight, yet they still lost the match.

Isn't this outrageous?!

From the perspective of EDG fans, LGD's victory in this match was utterly disgusting.

Zhou Li, in particular, is the epitome of civility and moral depravity in the professional esports scene!

Where is the spirit of competition?!
In the LGD rest room, Zhou Li looked at the online criticisms of himself and sighed helplessly.

He felt that the system was deliberately targeting him.

Back then, Zhou Li was always the most dazzling star on his first appearance.

One match is enough to make him the hope of the LPL.

It has even been likened by fans to a warm sun.

Now, even though he won the game, his reputation has gotten worse. Who can he complain to?
Zhou Li's nickname now goes beyond just being the worst Korean player.

They are the worst and most shameless Korean players.

It's practically a full stack of debuffs.

However, it's true that his 0-9 record does seem a bit hard to convince people.

Thinking of this, Zhou Li casually pulled out the dumbbells he had hidden under the sofa in the lounge and lifted them up.

Given the current tense situation, it seems that verbal battles are no longer enough to protect oneself; the only option left is to discuss principles through martial arts.

Taobao Quan was about to criticize Zhou Li when he saw Zhou Li lifting dumbbells, his eyelids twitched, and he chose to keep quiet.

Chris coughed awkwardly.

He naturally sensed that the atmosphere within the team was not good.

Moreover, as the coach, he could hear the team's voice chat backstage. So he was aware of everything that happened within the team at that time.

In order to maintain peace and stability within the team, Chris spoke up:

"Zhou Li, although we won this game, there was still an element of luck involved. I think we should still summarize and review the problems that occurred in the last game."

Zhou Li held a dumbbell in his right hand, and then pulled out a hand gripper from somewhere with his left hand and started exercising.

"Oh, what's the problem?"

"Uh..." Chris was still wondering where this kid had pulled these things out of. "It's about your problem of turning off the voice and refusing to communicate during the game."

Zhou Li began squatting while holding dumbbells and a hand gripper.

"What's wrong with this?"

Seeing that Chris had spoken, Taobao Quan also mustered up his courage and said:

"What's the problem? We're a team, how can we play the game if we don't communicate?"

"Why can't we play?" Zhou Li slammed the dumbbells to the ground. "Just tell me whether you won or not!"

Taobao Quan's face immediately turned red.

"We won...we did win, but it was just luck. If it weren't for that artillery piece..."

"Shut up," Zhou Li interrupted Taobao Quan impatiently. "I turned off the voice chat because I didn't want to hear your brain-dead, idiotic talk. What do you mean by 'good luck'? Wasn't that siege minion placed by me with the Banner of Command? Besides, if you hadn't been caught in the jungle, would I have needed to push the tower at such a critical moment?"

"Didn't you tell me to do vision work?"

"I told you to provide vision, and you went and face-checked the bushes, huh? Do you have a face that begs to be kicked?"

Seeing the two arguing, Chris quickly stepped in to mediate:

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. We're all family. Zhou Li did make a significant contribution to our victory, but I think we shouldn't repeat the mistake of refusing to communicate during the match."

Chris thought that by smoothing things over so smoothly, the matter would be over.

However, he clearly still didn't understand the Zhou rituals well enough.

"If you mute the dog's microphone, I'll turn the voice recording on."

Taobao Quan's face was completely red, and even Wei Shen, who was standing next to him, felt a wave of heat.

"What do you mean!"

Zhou Li suddenly laughed.

"I'd like to ask, if Acorn were here, would you say he doesn't communicate with you?"

Zhou Li's words caused Taobao Quan to pause in his speech.

Acorn certainly wouldn't intentionally avoid communication, but in reality, given Acorn's limited Chinese proficiency, communication wouldn't be very effective.

"What, Acorn can just not communicate, but I can't? You guys don't think I'm even more useless than that Acorn, do you?"

As soon as Zhou Li finished speaking, everyone's expressions turned strange.

Why would he think he's better than Acorn?!

It was just playing Sion and split pushing, and you got this cocky after winning the game?

Chris gave an awkward laugh:
"The key is that your Chinese is very good!"

Hearing Chris's words, Zhou Li looked at him with some surprise.

He thought that because he had criticized Chris during the BP process, Chris would be resentful and target him in every way.

To my surprise, Chris was incredibly generous.

No wonder he's a seasoned veteran who's been in the league for so long.

However, Zhou Li also knew that there was no such thing as an unsolicited favor; Chris's sudden change in attitude meant that he was either up to no good or wanted something from him.

Regardless, his position within the team is currently unstable, so since Chris has extended an olive branch, he'll accept it for now.

As for whether Chris will ask him for anything later, Zhou Li's skin is thicker than a city wall, and he doesn't even need to blink when refusing people.

“Zhou Li, don’t play Sion in the next game. Although it was a surprising move, the opponent will definitely be on guard next time…” “No way.”

Zhou Li admitted that he blinked this time, after all, his refusal was a little too quick.

“I’m definitely going to play with Sain. Not only will I play, I’ll play him hard.”

Taobao's power has resurfaced.

"I'll break it for you and see how you play it."

“First,” Zhou Li looked at Taobao Quan as if he were an idiot, “your dad’s on the first floor, what makes you think you can compete?”

"Secondly, I can make you sit in my seat and demote you, but if you demote me, Sain, I'll definitely demote your mother."

Taobao Quan became enraged again.

"Just speak, why are you insulting my mother? Don't you have any manners?"

"You love your mom so much, why didn't you think about the possibility of me turning your mom upside down before you barked at me like that?"

Seeing that the two started arguing again after only a couple of sentences, Chris helplessly spoke up again:

"Oh dear, garlic bird, garlic bird, life isn't easy for you, garlic bird!"
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"I really don't know what you guys are doing! Right now, the rest area next door for LGD is probably laughing at us!"

EDG Lounge.

Abramovich is launching a severe attack on the team members.

In his imagination, the LGD players were probably all doubled over with laughter at this moment.

Just as Abu was still angry, a voice rang out.

"There's nothing we can do. With the BP system designed like this, how can we play with four APs? There's nothing we can do with his siege engine just sitting there."

Abu's fierce gaze instantly fixed on the braised pork belly that had spoken.

"What do you mean by 'the draft was done like this'?" Abu retorted. "I want to ask you, Tong Yang, how did this Sion get farmed up? Is Maokai hard to beat Sion? Why were you down 30 CS in lane?!"

Abu's words made Kou Rou's face turn red.

I should have known he wouldn't have said so much.

After all, who can win an argument with this woman?

But the braised pork still forced itself to explain:
"I don't play Maokai that much, so my proficiency isn't very high. Besides, I've never been killed in lane."

"Fine!" Abu put his hands on his hips and glanced at everyone. "So you're saying it's all my drafting problems, right? Fine, Tong Yang, you're so good, you can do the drafting for the next game! Play whatever you want!"

Feeling Abu's gaze fixed on him, the factory manager sighed; he knew it was time for him to step in.

"Alright, Tong Yang, shut up. After all, nobody knew the other side would play so disgustingly. Abu must already have a strategy to deal with it. Listen to what Abu has to say."

"Humph!"

Abu turned his head away, looking smug.

He didn't realize that only the factory manager and Kou Rou were actually watching his performance.

Two South Korean generals and a pilot were huddled together, communicating in Korean.

Although both are considered dedicated Korean imports and were discussing the replay of the previous game, they clearly haven't integrated well with EDG's Chinese players yet.

Of course, besides the fat general and the pilot, there was also a spirited Korean sitting obediently next to Deft, listening attentively.

He can understand Chinese, but he doesn't want to listen to it.

He couldn't understand Korean, but he enjoyed listening to it and listened with great interest, nodding and pondering from time to time, as if he was seriously considering the conversation between the fat general and the pilot.

"Meiko!"

Abu clearly noticed that a certain newcomer was disrespectful to him, especially since he had already given the other person two or three looks to signal him to respond, but the other person ignored them.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" Meiko snapped out of her daze, looking completely innocent. "No, I was listening to what Deft and Pawn were saying."

"Oh," Kou Rou chuckled coldly, "What did they say? Translate it for us?"

A flash of anger crossed the young woman's eyes, but she quickly concealed it, maintaining an innocent expression.

Abu asked:
"Meiko, what do you think was the reason we lost the last game?"

Mei Kou glanced at the braised pork.

"Not my bad, top boom." (*)

The braised pork belly paused for a moment, then frowned and asked:

"What are you saying? You're even using English now."

"He said it wasn't that he played badly, but that the top lane was a disaster."

The braised pork belly glared angrily at the girl.

"What do you mean?!"