LOL: Do I have to be a spinning top too?

Quanyu Villa Community, Yue City.

The curtains were half-drawn, and outside the window was the night that had just ended.

Shen Jiayu lay on the pink bed, her two long, slender legs raised and gently swinging.

The sleeves of her white bear-patterned pajamas were rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

On the bedside table sat a half-finished cup of milk tea, next to an open copy of "Principles of Economics".

The tablet was propped up on the pillow, and the screen showed a replay of the previous match.

Guan Zeyuan's voice came from the tablet:

"What an incredible push! What a quick turnaround!"

"Glory used the champion Azir to prove to the audience that even in dire straits, one can survive!"

In the video, Tsar burst out from the blind spot on the flank, flashed and used the Imperial Guard Wall, the golden wall of men pushing all three TT players back to the front of the TES formation.

The tablet was flooded with comments, scrolling so fast that the words were barely visible.

[Angela, Left Hand, Little Tiger, Thief Saint, Poison Coin, Rookie, you guys sit here and watch how Big Tiger plays Tsar!]

[It turns out, playing Tsar means getting your teammates caught, and then laughing while farming!]

How can you get gold if you don't grind? How can you buy gear without gold? How can you carry the game without gear?

[Tiger is awesome! Hold on next time and take the championship!]

Although she only had a superficial understanding of the game and didn't quite understand many of the technical terms.

But those scenes of defying fate in dire straits still give you goosebumps no matter how many times you watch them.

Watching the figure on the screen calmly turn and walk towards the backstage corridor.

Shen Jiayu couldn't help but turn over, lying on her back on the bed, holding the tablet up, a sweet smile on her delicate face.

"Wow, Tiger Bro is really that good at League of Legends!"

She still remembers that in her second year of high school, Li Hu sat in the row behind her and secretly watched LPL matches on his old phone every day.

Back then, he would always tell her that these professional players played terribly, and that he could do better if he played like them.

She thought he was bragging and even jokingly said to him, "You even copy my homework, so you think you can do it?"

Surprisingly, this guy wasn't lying.

She was preoccupied with her studies recently and missed most of Li Hu's Demacia Cup schedule.

Yesterday, Li Hu messaged her, saying that the team had made it to the Demacia Cup finals.

She specifically set aside all her free time today to sit quietly in front of her tablet and watch the live stream.

As a result, Darius got a pentakill in the first game, and the whole audience cheered for the God King Darius.

In the second game, he once again performed a Tsarist rescue, with an earth-shattering push.

Seeing Li Hu shining brightly in his favorite field, Shen Jiayu was genuinely happy for him.

Shen Jiayu reached for her phone on the bedside table, wanting to send Li Hu a congratulatory message.

My finger was already on the WeChat icon, but then I pulled it back.

The game isn't over yet! We can't let him get distracted!

She held her phone in her hand, turned her gaze back to the tablet, and quietly waited for the next game to begin.

Hongqiao Tiandi Performing Arts Center, contestant entrance.

Li Hu walked at the very back of the group, while Guan Zeyuan's passionate commentary could still be faintly heard from the stadium's sound system.

He glanced down at the golden illustration on the side of his field of vision.

Tsar Proficiency: 90%.

Li Hu's skill level did not increase from being spun around by the top.

It was that flash of brilliance in the team fight just now, that Flash + R combo.

It is in desperate situations that you force yourself to push your skills, distance, and timing to the limit, and the baptism of real combat brings about a real breakthrough.

This feeling is not bad.

He closed the encyclopedia and pushed open the door to the TES lounge.

Guo Hao walked over.

This usually refined and composed man placed his hands on Li Hu's shoulders and uttered the first swear word Li Hu had ever heard from him.

"Damn! You tyrant, you're something else!"

"I thought this game was hopeless!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you closed your eyes and summoned Faker!"

Li Hu scratched his head: "It was just a sudden inspiration; that feeling is something you can't force."

"What sudden inspiration?"

Qingtian squeezed in from the side, her dark, round face full of excitement:

"Your last-hitting! Your teamfight performance!"

"With that skill alone, you could easily be a professional mid-laner!"

"No one without talent could pull off something like that! Especially under such high pressure!"

"Do you know how nervous we were watching backstage just now? My palms were sweating buckets!"

Li Hu smiled and did not deny it again.

He sat down on the sofa, took the bottled water handed to him by the assistant coach, unscrewed it, took a sip, and accepted round after round of praise from the coaching staff and teammates.

In the esports world, if you have the skill, you're the boss.

Those who have performed great deeds deserve praise; excessive humility will only make them seem hypocritical.

In his previous life, when he was a benchwarmer in the second division, the regular members of the second team treated him like a dog, ordering him around and only giving him leftovers to eat.

After retiring, I worked at a gaming companion store, where customers called me a noob.

My boss docked my pay, and people pointed their fingers at me and said, "You think you're worthy of being called a professional player?"

At that time, he could only lower his head and endure it, because he was not actually standing in the spotlight.

Now he has completely rewritten everything with MVP award after MVP, so there's no need to pretend to be lucky.

If he wins just one more game, he will lift his first championship trophy.

Even if I retire and go into live streaming, I won't just have a flowerpot behind me.

Meanwhile, in the TT training room.

In stark contrast to the lively atmosphere at TES, the atmosphere here was extremely heavy.

This newly formed team, which was formed this year, originally had high ambitions and wanted to get off to a good start in the Demacia Cup to build confidence for next year's Spring Season.

As a result, they are now being completely outmatched by TES's second team, with a 2-0 score that puts them on the brink of elimination.

The Demacia Cup title might be insignificant to established powerhouses like RNG, EDG, TES, and JDG.

But for a mid-to-lower-tier team like TT, it's still a respectable honor.

They defeated BLG, JDG, and EDG to reach the finals, and no one was willing to let it end so easily.

They may have limited talent, but once they embark on the professional path, everyone harbors the dream of winning the championship.

Hoya raised his head and looked around at the silent coach, assistant coach, and four teammates.

He is naturally low-key and reserved, and not used to standing out in such situations.

But someone had to break the dead silence.

He spoke in heavily accented, broken Mandarin, his tone full of apology:

"I'm sorry, teammates."

"I couldn't beat Glory; he farmed too comfortably."

Once someone spoke up, the others followed suit.

Beichuan leaned back in his chair and shook his head:

"I don't think it's Hoya's fault. He did a great job handling the pressure last round."

"Our positioning during team fights was still problematic; we didn't even notice when Glory flanked us from behind."

"If that team had discovered him earlier, the outcome would have been completely different."

Ucal, who has always been optimistic, nodded slowly and said in broken Chinese:

"That's right, the advantage we gained in the early game last time proved that our strategy was not wrong."

"Next game, we'll only attack the mid, bottom, and jungle; we'll definitely win."

Seeing the renewed fighting spirit of his teammates, Along finally found an opportunity to speak.

"Kitagawa is right, the strategy in the last round was fine."

He walked to the whiteboard and quickly drew several tactical arrows:

"Glory is indeed very capable individually, but he's only one person."

"As long as we don't make the same mistakes again and play it safe, they can't win."

"Hoya, although you lost the last game with Aatrox, you did a good job holding up against the pressure during the laning phase."

"Keep taking the counter pick in this game and just hold the top lane."

In the corner, Huanfeng continued to quietly rub his fingers together, without saying a word.

He was in a bad mood.

Last year, when he was with WBG, the WBG management tricked him into thinking he would play in the Brothers Alliance for another year. He resolutely rejected the big contracts offered by other teams and chose to renew his contract with WBG at a low price.

As a result, the management sold Bin to BLG, and the so-called brotherhood in LOL became a joke.

This year, they were defeated by WBG in a 1v4 sweep, falling from a world runner-up team to a mid-to-lower tier team like TT. They were already holding back their anger.

Now, in the Demacia Cup, he was defeated 2-0 by a second-string team, and his Sivir was fully developed in both games.

But every time he was about to unleash his power in a team fight, he was quickly cut down by the enemy top laner.

He pursed his lips, but ultimately said nothing.

Just then, the MVP selection screen on the large screen in the lounge lit up.

Glory's official portrait slowly appeared, next to the original artwork of the Desert Emperor Azir.

The data scrolled across the screen, each item alarming.

KDA: 8/0/4

Team damage percentage: 62.2%

Group tour participation rate: 81.3%

Counter-economic difference: +6310

MVP count: 7

Undisputed MVP.

The glimmer of confidence that had just risen in the lounge was instantly extinguished by this terrifying set of data.

"It's him again."

Beichuan said in a low voice, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Along took a deep breath and clapped his hands.

Stop looking at that.

"The data is from the previous game; the next game hasn't been played yet."

"Remember, they are not invincible."

"We almost won last game, just a little bit."

"In this round, let's make up for that little bit."

Tiger Duck Platform, Four Dogs Live Streaming Room.

As he looked at the Hupu rating page, his eunuch-like voice echoed throughout the live stream:

"Holy crap! Glory got a 10.0 again?!"

Comments on Hupu rating posts:

Shurima, your Emperor Big Tiger is back! Five stars!

[Big Tiger, I was wrong! I'll never badmouth you again! I'll badmouth Little Tiger instead! You really beat me to a pulp!]

[The person upstairs is spineless! You're already convinced? You've made a mess of things by playing in the Demacia Cup! If you're so capable, why don't you win the Spring Split championship!]

[You're definitely 48! Winning the Spring Split means you're going to say you'll win MSI? Winning MSI means you're going to complain about not having any skins! How about winning the World Championship?]

[Hey you, who said Azir top lane could easily beat you? Come out here!]

[I'm out now, and I keep my word. I've already ordered three Wallace roast chickens, I'm going to eat them to my heart's content! Big Tiger, you've ruined my diet dream!]

No need to worry, Wallace will make your weight loss dream come true!

[Wrong, bro, we messed up!]