This Lee Sang-hyeok is very strong, but he lacks self-awareness.

"Keep going, the future is yours."

After saying that, Faker released his grip, revealing an extremely elegant smile as he turned and walked to his seat.

Jackeylove stood frozen in place, his hands dangling in mid-air, his expression as varied as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Holy crap? The future is mine?"

Jackeylove internally screamed.

"Why does this line sound so familiar? Isn't this the line Duncan used to trick LeBron James back then? Is he cursing me?"

"The key point is, you've only played half a season so far, right? No, you've only played one BO3 and two BO5s. How come you're acting like a retired legend giving pointers?"

Although his inner吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to criticize or complain) was burning fiercely, Jackeylove managed to swallow back the words "Are you having another hypoglycemic episode?" as he watched Faker immediately leave the scene after speaking.

He awkwardly patted the wrinkles on his clothes, rolled his eyes at Faker's retreating figure, and muttered to himself:

"You think you can act all high and mighty just because you won the game? Just you wait. When I turn seventeen, I'll show you what true cruelty is."

Meanwhile, in another corner of the training room, the two junglers were having a private conversation.

Prince Ning tilted his hat to the side and looked at Lin Xiu with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

He moved closer to Lin Xiu, his voice low, but his straightforward and bold manner as a Northeastern man was undeniable.

"Brother Lin, that's great! Your playing style is just my style."

Prince Ning nudged Lin Xiu's shoulder and chuckled.

"I used to think that EDG's junglers were nothing new except for old tricksters like Clearlove."

"But your jungle games in the Spring Split, and the two games today, were really ruthless. That kind of spirit of going in even if you get outplayed, even if you feed, is like a real man."

Lin Xiu ignored Ning Wang's attacks on the factory manager and began exchanging pleasantries.

"You played very well in the first round, with a great rhythm."

Prince Ning snorted coldly, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"That's right. When it comes to getting things done, I'm never a coward. What I can't stand the most are those players who just farm in the jungle and expect to carry their lanes. A jungler has to be aggressive and control the tempo."

The factory manager behind the two cleared his throat and patted Prince Ning on the shoulder.

"Xiao Gao, do you think I can't hear you?"

Prince Ning curled his lip.

"The only thing you're better at than me is experience; I can't compete with your skills!"

Lin Xiu picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and smiled:

"Ning, stop criticizing. Clearlove just can't beat LCK teams. When it comes to LPL teams, 4396 plus a 0."

You're even more ruthless than him, aren't you?

When the factory manager saw that 4396 was mentioned again, he had no choice but to change the subject.

"However, the jungler position really requires you to be willing to take responsibility and do things. Actually, I think rookie junglers are the most suitable to play in the game. Don't think I'm making excuses. You rookies who don't have any historical baggage can give full play to your talent and creativity. But for a veteran like me, if I do a little less, I will be said to be destroyed in the jungle. If I make one or two mistakes, they will be magnified infinitely. The more I play, the more pressure I feel."

Upon hearing this, Ning Wang fell silent for a moment, a rare occurrence. He asked himself if he would still dare to gank and initiate team fights without reservation if he were to achieve fame and success.

However, he quickly recovered.

"Go tell that to Kid! He's the one who's really scared. Chun Chun has turned jungler into an accessory to mid laner. I just don't understand. He hasn't achieved anything, so why is he so burdened? This summer split, I'll show you what a top-tier jungler is."

Lin Xiu chuckled inwardly; he knew this man in front of him all too well.

As the first FMVP jungler in LPL history, his potential is extremely high, but he is also incredibly arrogant.

"However," Lin Xiu turned to look at Kid, who was talking to Rookie, and asked, feigning confusion,

"Ning, I remember Kid was IG's starting jungler, right? He's not playing in the Summer Split?"

Mentioning Kid, Ning's face flashed with disdain, which he made no attempt to hide in front of Lin Xiu and the factory manager:

"Ge Yan? Heh, with his close relationship with the boss, if he wants to fight, who can stop him? Just take turns."

Prince Ning lowered his voice, his tone revealing an air of certainty:

"But you just wait and see. In less than two months, I'll definitely bench him completely. A team like IG doesn't need a player who only knows how to give Rookie the F6 camp."

Lin Xiu nodded silently.

In his memory, Kid, as a veteran of IG, was indeed the weakest link in IG during that period.

Even after transitioning from AD carry to jungler, he achieved impressive results thanks to Rookie's top-tier lane dominance.

But in essence, he hasn't shaken off the conservative mindset of the old-school ADC who's relegated to a supporting role.

Unless Rookie can deliver a dominant performance, Kid tends to drift into a daze in the jungle, practically disappearing from sight.

More importantly, Kid's mentality is too easily broken.

Whether it was the 443 incident in the AD position back then, or his timidity in crucial games later on, it proved that he could not bear the pressure of big games.

Lin Xiu turned his head and looked at the factory director.

"Factory Manager, what do you think IG would be like now if Kid had maintained a more relaxed mindset like you, and transitioned to a more behind-the-scenes role earlier?"

The factory manager paused for a moment, looked up from the tactical board, and his eyes revealed a serene clarity.

He glanced at Kid, who was directing staff to move peripherals, sighed, and didn't reply.

The factory manager always felt that Kid was very similar to himself, with similar strength, and even at his peak, Kid was one of the top three players in the league.

But it's also a matter of mentality. They've been traumatized by LCK, and the more they play against them, the worse they get, and they can never get out of that shadow.

Not long after, the IG members, led by Su Xiaoluo, boarded the black van for their return trip.

Inside the lounge, Abu clapped his hands, signaling everyone to gather.

"Alright, the first warm-up match is over. Although we beat IG, everyone saw just how incredible that kid's individual skill is."

"Don't be too proud of winning the Spring Split. We still have a lot of opponents ahead of us. In two weeks, we'll be going to Brazil to play in MSI."

Abu's expression turned unusually serious as he unfolded a densely written schedule:

"We don't have a holiday for the next few days. We'll be playing two best-of-five scrims against RNG and OMG."

"The factory manager and Lin Xiu will take turns jungling. Scout will be back tomorrow and will take turns mid lane with Sang Hyeok. We need to train to our peak condition before heading to MSI."

Lin Xiu glanced at Faker beside him.

The demon king, who had just completely broken free from the fear of the future, was now staring intently at the schedule, his eyes full of anticipation.

"MSI..."

Faker murmured the three letters, a faint smile playing on his lips.