You actually want me to...

"Alas, it's a pity, we still lost."

"Lose? Are you kidding me? We clearly won." White Crescent frowned, looking at Old Guo's face with some confusion.

"Wasn't this a 3-0 defeat? How did they win?"

"That's why I said you should cultivate your perspective more, you know what perspective is." Smiling, she patted his shoulder, and White Crescent suddenly felt a sense of disappointment.

But it doesn't matter anyway.

Although losing the Demacia Cup ranking was somewhat disappointing, compared to what he gained, this mere Demacia Cup ranking really didn't mean much.

Gold is easy to obtain, but a good general is hard to find.

Thinking of this, White Crescent stood up, her whole body seemingly filled with fighting spirit.

"Old Guo, let me tell you something you might not believe."

"what?"

"Just now, we won the bet on the future."

First Encounter: Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Unique Approach

TES's journey in the Demacia Cup ended with a 0-3 defeat in the semifinals.

The stage that followed was no longer a place for losers like them to linger, but at least this time, they left their own voice, albeit a very awkward one.

However, the final team fight around the Baron Nashor was the most coordinated team fight the five players had ever fought, and that was a hurdle to overcome.

A team is called a team because of the element of cooperation involved, and the first time everyone works together as one is especially precious.

To be honest, they played terribly, but the last wave was barely acceptable.

So you deliberately came here during my match to humiliate me?

[Pretty much. I'm quite happy to see you get the short end of the stick.]

[Get lost! I thought you'd suddenly had a seizure and were about to die, so I ran out to answer the phone. Call me again if you need anything, or I'm hanging up.]

Hey, wait...

"duo~"

Ignoring the other party's follow-up, Roland hung up the phone from Ah Shui. After glancing at the messages in the group chat on his phone and confirming that the team wouldn't be able to pack up and retreat anytime soon, he slowly sat down in a corner.

At this moment, he was a little tired.

His smile after the game had exhausted almost all his strength, and his teasing on the phone was just to keep others from worrying. From childhood to adulthood, he had always carried this burden alone, not wanting anyone to see his shortcomings.

Since esports is a competition, how can you be completely indifferent to losing?

He was just a newcomer, not one of those veterans who had been competing for years. His mindset wasn't yet capable of being indifferent to winning or losing. It was only when he thought of his idol from his past life that he had the strength to keep going until now, although he himself wasn't sure if it was even necessary.

He wasn't thinking about anything too much; he was simply staying there to clear his mind.

Everyone has different ways of relieving stress, and he chose the most time-consuming method: daydreaming and indulging in random thoughts.

Even though he can't even come up with 10,000 yuan in savings right now, he always feels that several million yuan is just a small amount of money to him, and he also feels that he will definitely achieve great things in the future. In fact, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

It wasn't until the coach called to urge him that he finally composed himself and slowly wandered back to the team's rest room.

"Why did it take you so long to go to the restroom?"

"It was all set, but then something went wrong. I noticed a guy next door who didn't have any toilet paper and was reaching his hand under the doorframe, so I thought I'd help him out."

"Then?"

"Then I looked around but couldn't find any toilet paper, so I handed him a knife and fork. He was probably so touched that he opened the door without even putting on his pants and chased me for three blocks to ask me to have dinner. I had just shaken him off."

. . . . . .

"Could you come up with an even worse excuse next time?"

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Seeing his carefree attitude, the group who were initially worried about him instantly returned to normal. The fact that he could still joke around meant he was in a good mood, so they could just focus on dealing with the others.

Even a white crescent moon signifies hardship.

The top and mid laners are both in a bad mood, the bot lane AD is bad but you can't keep blaming him, and the two supports also have to coordinate their playing time. This is hardly a coach for a team, he's probably just a babysitter hired by TES.

After the Demacia Cup, the Spring Split won't start until mid-January. There's a little over two weeks in between for them to fine-tune and make adjustments, which should be just enough time for TES to address the reasons for their Demacia Cup failure.

As for the Demacia Cup, RNG naturally won, earning a lot of "my youth is back" comments.

RNG's victory is simple: as everyone knows, rookie junglers often enjoy a period of advantage because no one knows their jungle routes and habits. XLB undoubtedly seized this opportunity and became the most outstanding rookie in the Demacia Cup.

He's bold, decisive, and has a clear strategy, but the moment the match ended, he was immediately labeled a "poisonous jinx": "I don't think he's the next Spicy Hot Pot, he's the first Little Dragon Burger."

You should know that the last two people who received such hype were Walk A and iboy.

Compared to XLB, Roland is probably the one who profited the most. His Thresh in the competition and Pyke in ranked games both made it into the highlight reel, but because he was a support, most people's first reaction was just "Wow, that team fight was amazing," and then nothing more. In a sense, it wasn't really a case of hype.

There's no way around it; that's just how support players are. If you want to become famous on the field, one or two phenomenal performances aren't enough. You need at least ten or twenty consistent performances. Simply put, burst damage alone isn't enough; you also need to consider sustain and long-term performance.

It was at this time that the natural disaster struck.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, all LPL matches will be moved online. And due to the natural disaster, apart from those remaining at their clubs, the players from all teams will be unable to return for the time being.

For some clubs, this wave has been a devastating blow. Veterans are unable to return, and new recruits are unreliable, but with the competition imminent, they have no choice but to rush into things. They are currently facing a major headache.

However, this presents a golden opportunity for newcomers. In previous years, LPL teams often preferred to directly purchase veteran players to improve their team's performance, leaving little room for rookies to play. But this time, with the veterans unable to join, the opportunity lies with the rookies of each team.

Shuizi, who was about to complete all the procedures, was forced to stay where he was and could only wait for a while before going over.

Of course, none of this has much to do with Roland.

During this period, he was almost constantly being pulled into overtime work by White Crescent to learn various map information and tactical command.

However, he clearly has some things to do today.

Because some supplies just happened to arrive today.

"You want to go out?" Team leader Lao Guo frowned. The situation outside wasn't good right now, and going in and out casually was a bit risky.

"Yes, I'm going to deliver some things. A batch of supplies has arrived, and I want to hand them over to the hospital so they can send them over." He didn't hide anything, because he knew that if he didn't tell them, his team leader would definitely not let him go.

"How many? If not many, we can leave them at the club and send them out together."

"Only a few truckloads."

"Oh, how many cars, right... Wait! How many cars???"

Seeing the incredulous look on Lao Guo's face, Roland could only show him the logistics information on his phone. Only after confirming that he wasn't joking did Lao Guo look at him strangely and then nod.

Having been reborn, Roland has actually been thinking about doing something.

You said you'd let him make a lot of money, but when he first arrived, he was struggling to even survive.

But if you tell him to do nothing, he feels it would be a waste to be reborn like this.

Finally, he suddenly remembered this matter, and after receiving his first month's salary and bonus from TES, he invested it all in this area. Because the prices were not high at the beginning, he was able to use his limited funds to acquire such a large batch of goods from overseas.

Because there was so much stuff, team leader Lao Guo also pulled in White Crescent and others to join the help effort. They didn't return, looking exhausted, until they had handed over all the medical support to the local police.

Of course, they weren't the only ones involved.

On their way there, they met compatriots from all over the world, and they all wanted to do their part.

"To be honest, you've changed my perception of you."

"What's the big deal? You saw it yourself, so many people wanted to do their part. Isn't that normal?"

"The club heard about what you did, and they said they wanted to compensate you for the money you spent on purchasing the supplies, but they also wanted to use this as a publicity stunt to boost the club's popularity. What do you think?"

"Then let's promote it! Why not reimburse if there's reimbursement?" It's like you're out of your mind not to agree to something that's incredibly lucrative. Besides, whether it's hype or attracting attention, if your actions can really encourage others to follow suit, then even if your intentions aren't pure, as long as you can genuinely provide supplies, it can give those fighting on the front lines a bit more safety.

At least this time, those ignorant people outside can see for themselves:

We are not helpless in the face of natural disasters.

First Encounter: Chapter Thirty-Eight: Someone bought counterfeit goods, but I won't say who.

"I'm telling you guys, are you just bored and have nothing better to do? It's past 3 a.m. and you can't you just leave me alone? Don't you guys have any nightlife???" Looking at the barrage of comments on the live stream screen, Roland felt like crying.

Since the club started promoting their services, the TES team has gained some fame, and their online presence has exploded in the past few days.

But the problem is, this is just too explosive.

Looking at the number of viewers and the free gifts, Roland, who was born into poverty, was reluctant to end the broadcast, but he was also really tired after playing all day and couldn't keep going.

[Sleep on a metal frame, get up and have some fun!]

"Why would I come to see you if you have a nightlife? Get lost."

[My biological clock is all messed up from staying home all day. Stop complaining, let's play one more round.]

Can you imagine the pain of waking up every day to find you've had an extra week of vacation? It's only been a few days, and my vacation has already stretched to a month and a half.

I used to think I was a homebody, but now I realize I was wrong. It's only been three days and I'm already finding it hard to stay put.

Sigh, same as the comment above. But I guess I should just bear with it and not cause trouble for others.

There's nothing else to it, everyone's just feeling stifled.

Due to the natural disaster, almost everyone has to stay at home, which has led to this group of people spending their days playing games, eating when they're hungry, and sleeping again. They've become so bored that they're about to quit gaming or try other games.

During this period, a certain mobile game called Honor of Kings generated over 100 million RMB in revenue per day, which shows how much everyone was frustrated during this time.

The major online streamers and novelists are experiencing a bittersweet mix of joy and pain. They are happy because the traffic has finally arrived, and after being starved for so long, they can finally make money. However, they are also suffering because these people seem tireless, relentlessly urging them to update their content 24 hours a day, which is utterly insane.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's leave the time for your ladies tonight. I'm outta here." Without hesitation, after much deliberation, Roland decided that his life was more important and turned off the live stream.

When I turned around, I realized that my teammates were also struggling to stay afloat, and they were almost all about to end their streams.

"I'm so tired. I played from midnight to 3 a.m. This is such a miserable experience." Roland collapsed on the sofa, feeling completely drained.

"You'll get used to it. I just ordered takeout. Let's all come over and grab something to eat after the broadcast."

"Are there still food delivery points at this hour?"

"Of course we have it. We have all kinds of flavors, such as braised beef, pickled cabbage, and scallion ribs. Whichever you want, I'll make it for you."

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