Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

"Alright, with the explosion of the Huayi Spider Crystal, we also congratulate HWG on winning their first victory in the LPL promotion series!" Wawa's voice rang out from the commentary booth, his tone much more relaxed than at the beginning.

"It can only be said that there is indeed a gap in strength between the two teams."

Joker chimed in, "The blue team destroyed the base in nineteen minutes, giving them little chance to fight back."

"However, our lads from Wayi Spider shouldn't be discouraged; there are still more matches waiting for them. Hopefully, they can adjust their mindset as soon as possible and continue to meet the challenges."

After Wawa and Joker finished speaking, the scene automatically switched to the arena.

On one side, HWG celebrated their victory with laughter, while on the other side, Wayi Spider remained silent due to their defeat.

Five young people sat in their seats, the screen still lit, the word "failure" after the crystal exploded frozen in front of everyone's eyes.

The faces of the group wore strange expressions; they were neither frustrated nor angry, nor even particularly resentful.

On the contrary... it was as if they breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, it's finally over.

no way.

When you find yourself unable to win in lane, unable to win in team fights, and losing no matter what you do, this kind of game is purely mentally torturous.

It's not that you don't try, it's that your efforts are useless.

It's like you're driving an Alto on a racetrack, and five Ferraris whiz past you without you even seeing their taillights.

That feeling of powerlessness is more suffocating than losing the game itself.

If it weren't for the fact that they were streaming and shouting "push mid" wouldn't have a good impact, they would have already started typing on the fair play screen after all four lanes were wiped out.

"Damn that newbie, I have to give him a boost after the match." Support Dull took off his headphones and threw them on the table. His tone wasn't harsh, but rather had a hint of teasing, like he was "settling scores later."

He and White Crescent have a good personal relationship and often duo queue. Before the match, he already had some idea of ​​HWG's strength. However, he was being chased and beaten by an old acquaintance today, and he had to find a place to vent his anger.

"Agreed." Easy was the first to raise his hand in agreement, and stretched his wrists. "If we don't help him clean up his mess, we'll be letting down our brotherhood after all this time."

"They really went all out, showing no mercy at all," SS chimed in.

As several people were making their accusations, mid-laner Leaf suddenly blurted out, "Um... actually, I think Emperor went easy on him."

The other four people all looked at him at the same time.

"How so?"

"At least he didn't publish a murder warrant."

Leaf smiled wryly, "With Syndra's development in the mid-game, she'd probably be maxed out by the time she finished the game."

There was a two-second silence.

"Damn, now that you mention it, it actually makes sense."

Dull scratched his head. "If he were to release a murder mystery, I don't even want to imagine what he would do to us."

"..."

the other side.

HWG members only stood up from their chairs after the image of the purple crystal exploding froze.

Zhang Hai was the first to reach out his hand, Li Nan slapped it down, the white crescent moon followed, and the old thief finally placed his hand on top—but quickly withdrew it.

"Hehe, a perfect debut."

Zhang Hai tossed his hair with a narcissistic air, "I wonder how many viewers in the live stream will become my fans after today."

"I think it's a bit risky." White Crescent put her arm around Zhang Hai's shoulder and winked. "If you were playing Riven, it would be fine, but a big, rotten piece of meat like you is nothing compared to our E-ge's godlike Syndra."

"screw you."

Zhang Hai shoved him away, cursing as he did so, but his smile didn't fade.

Lin Shu, who was at the center of the discussion, simply smiled and didn't participate in the bickering between the two clowns.

He turned to Sima Laozei, "So, anything you want to say about the final team fight?"

Sima Laozei thought for a moment without expression, then blurted out a statement so honest it made people want to laugh: "Um... Huayi's two Cs shouldn't be standing together."

A brief silence.

"Haha, yes!"

"That's right, having two Cs on the same side is harmful to both themselves and others."

"Let's go." Lin Shu called to a few team members and took a step towards Huayi Spider's playing area. "Let's go shake hands on the other side."

"Huh?" White Crescent Moon paused, "It's officially arranged?"

"Can't I go if there are no plans?"

Lin Shu didn't explain further, and had already taken a step forward.

The other four exchanged glances and followed.

Zhang Hai was second, Li Nan third, and White Crescent nervously tugged at the old thief's sleeve, only to be shaken off by the old thief's expressionless face, but still followed.

There was no post-match handshake event scheduled by the organizers.

The 2013 LPL preseason tournament had a rough format and procedures; even the players' chairs were temporarily moved from a warehouse, so there was no time to design any "post-match interaction".

Lin Shu naturally had his reasons for this "unnecessary move".

The LPL preseason matches are currently being streamed live. Teams with the motto "Friendship first, competition second" are reaping a huge amount of attention and discussion right now. It would be a shame not to take advantage of it.

On the commentary desk, the sharp-eyed commentator Wawa noticed that HWG wasn't heading towards the backcourt. He frowned slightly, then raised his voice a few decibels: "Hey—what's HWG up to?"

Joker also peeked over, and the camera had already switched to a wide shot.

There were ten people on stage; five were standing and walking to the right, while the other five were still seated. The two teams were separated by several pieces of equipment and rows of cables. The distance wasn't far, but HWG's few steps were particularly eye-catching.

The viewers in the live stream also have sharp eyes; before the camera even zoomed in, the chat was already filled with their own interpretations—

[Oh ho, is this going to be a post-match freestyle fighting match?]

[Seriously? E-God played such a big game, completely crushing his opponent, and he still has to come up here and act all high and mighty?]

[Hey, you didn't even mention getting counter-killed in a two-on-one situation during the match, do you even know how to play? Game over is fine.]

[Haha, this is great to watch! The strong in esports are meant to humiliate the weak, let's fight!]

[Probably not. Watching E-God's streams, even in ranked games, he never fountain-camps. In games he can win, he pushes the enemy base as much as possible. Now that he's playing in an offline professional tournament, how could he possibly mock others?]

The director immediately instructed the cameraman to switch the camera to the HWG members, with Lin Shu walking at the front, a smile on his face.

He walked up to the Huayi Spider's game seat and extended his hand.

Dull, the assistant, was the first to react.

He had just stood up from his chair, still rubbing his wrist, when he looked up and saw Lin Shu standing in front of him, hand outstretched, his expression not like he was there to cause trouble. He paused for a moment, then subconsciously reached out and shook his hand.

"You used your ultimate well in the last team fight," Lin Shu said.

Dull opened his mouth, wanting to say something polite, but his mind flashed with all sorts of memorable moments: being solo-killed, being predicted, and flashing to move graves. In the end, he could only smile bitterly and reply, "We didn't...we didn't play well."