You actually want me to...

Integration: Chapter One: A Great Breakthrough

The next morning, when Roland finished his usual washing up and opened the hotel's training room, he finally realized what had happened the day before.

The room was completely devoid of its usual vibrancy. At this early hour, his teammates were probably all sleeping like logs. Only a miserable office worker like Roland, who had been tormented by DingTalk's clock-in system in his previous life and developed psychological trauma, would have passively developed this magical biological clock that automatically wakes him up at a certain time.

Scratching his head, Roland figured he was already up, so he simply started a live stream. Of course, this time it was a lifestyle stream, since he didn't want to touch LOL for the next few days.

Wuhu is number one.

[Holy crap, so early?]

[Something's not right. You just won the championship yesterday and you're already up early today. Who are you?]

[It's early for them, but not early for us. At this time, I've already successfully started my daily paid pooping routine in the company toilet (doge emoji)]

Even though it had just started broadcasting, the live stream room, carrying the huge buzz of the championship victory, was instantly flooded with a large number of people. Of course, at this time, the online buzz was still mostly about the celebration videos from all over the country on the night of the victory, and there were at least some riots in the dormitories of various universities.

As the number of viewers in the live stream gradually increased, Roland took advantage of the buffer period after the broadcast started to edit his daily status on Twitter. As for why not WB? Because apart from occasionally seeing a female bodhisattva, nobody plays that thing.

TES_BAN: People who get up at this hour are future stars, pillars of the nation, the learned and erudite figures in idioms, the celestial beings descended to earth in colloquialisms, the beacons of hope in urban novels, the sages of Cantonese, the dragons and phoenixes among men in martial arts novels, transcendent figures beyond the six realms, self-disciplined individuals who examine themselves three times a day, the heartthrobs on dating shows, the kings of the jungle in nature, and the creators of all beauty and goodness in the world. Good morning, everyone! [Proud][Proud][Proud]

After a series of copy-paste operations, Roland nodded in satisfaction and began to wrap up. Although the competition had ended yesterday, everyone still had very important tasks to complete today.

For example, rest, rest, and rest.

Advertisements, videos, and interview programs—those all happen a few days later.

After all, even succubi adhere to labor laws these days.

While having breakfast, Roland gradually began to interact with the comments section.

"What does it feel like to win the championship? Finally, I can make money, what else? I should be able to get a great contract this year, and I'll get a share of the championship skin revenue. Dude, I won't have to mooch off my teammates when we eat out anymore."

"Championship skins? A collaboration is probably out of the question. There are too many things involved that the League of Legends would never agree to. But an anime-style theme is probably not a big problem."

"As for which champion skin to choose, my thought is probably the bunny girl skin."

"Leona? No way, that's definitely Getter!"

The thought of the muscular powerhouse dressed as a bunny girl made Roland raise his voice slightly. Once that skin was released, he didn't know how he could possibly lose the lane against him, given the double blow to his body and mind.

Similarly, the end of the S-series also means the official start of the S11 transfer window.

Although he wasn't entirely sure how the rosters of the various teams would change in S11 (he hadn't experienced S11), he at least had some general idea about TES.

For ordinary support players, the signing fee is actually not very high.

However, a champion support like him who has made a name for himself and even won the FMVP would command a very high signing fee. As a bot lane duo that combines popularity and strength, TES management would keep them as long as they don't make any major mistakes.

So... in order not to exceed the salary cap, two of them, Ueno and Nakano, have to leave, and then they have to buy two cheaper alternatives.

Judging from the current information Roland has gathered...

It seems that EDG has developed a strong interest in Flandre and is in talks with the club, while jungler Karsa is also showing signs of discussing a peaceful termination or transfer of his contract with the club.

It's not retirement, but rather that TES can no longer offer Karsa a higher contract.

But he is also a champion jungler. Having already achieved a perfect career with championships, he naturally wants to make as much money as possible in the remaining time.

The salary cap system is designed to prevent these super teams from clinging to power and reducing the entertainment value of the games, a point Roland understands.

As for Nightroll, I'm not so sure.

Of course, none of this concerned him. After chatting with his fans in the live stream for about an hour or two, Roland decisively turned off the live stream, tidied himself up, and then began the most important challenge of the day—a date.

An 18-year-old boy is absolutely not without desires.

Before winning the championship, he could barely convince himself that he was single because of his dream, but after winning the championship, all he could think about was "I want to find a partner".

An hour later...

At the entrance of Disneyland in Shanghai, a young and beautiful woman is standing and looking around.

She wore an off-the-shoulder royal blue sweater that revealed her beautiful collarbones, and light blue shorts that showed off her fair and slender legs, further accentuating her excellent figure. Her skin was as white as a freshly peeled water chestnut, her eyebrows were long and slender, and there was a hint of scholarly elegance in her eyes; her face was exceptionally beautiful.

Such a beautiful scene naturally attracted the attention of many men around.

Until... they discovered a man wearing a dark green alien headgear cautiously reaching behind her. As he approached, he kept gesturing for silence to those around him. His comical appearance made every passerby chuckle slightly.

Roland finally appeared behind her, and a pair of large hands slowly emerged from behind her head, moving to face the beauty's eyes.

Guess who I am?

"Alright, how old are you? You're still acting like a child. People around here are laughing so hard they can't stop, they're practically taking out their phones to take pictures."

"Ah? So you found out." Only after Roland regained his normal voice did Xiran's body go limp upon hearing the sound. She turned around and punched him in the chest in annoyance.

Then look up.

"Ah~!"

The instant that hideously ugly dark green alien headgear came into view, a soprano voice that could rival the entire venue resounded in every unknown corner of the park entrance.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the two finally reacted. Roland hurriedly grabbed Xiran's little hand and sprinted away, ignoring the strange looks from those around them.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Why do you wear that hood for no reason?!"

"I'm a bit socially anxious, sorry, sorry."

"Socially anxious? I haven't seen anyone with social anxiety before. But your hood does look like someone with social anxiety. Take it off quickly."

"Okay, okay, I'll pick them right away."

Feeling the soft touch that was still lingering in his right hand, Roland used his left hand to rip off the alien mask he was wearing, while inwardly giving a huge shout-out to the group of single masters he knew.

Sure enough, single huskies are all masters of theoretical relationships, even though they are generally single themselves, these little tricks are really effective.

I've really learned a lot from this.

Seeing the big boy in front of her who wouldn't let go even after taking off his headgear, hope Ran didn't say anything either. Instead, she adjusted her position and naturally took his hand.

Roland noticed this and was about to say something.

But after thinking about it, seeing her slightly flushed face pretending not to realize it, I decided to shut my mouth.

As the saying goes, "Don't be a bastard if you can get something for nothing."

But this hand... is so soft.

It definitely feels so much better than my two girlfriends.

The two spent almost half of their time sightseeing and taking photos, and the other half queuing.

For young people, playing and eating are always the two things that bring them closer together.

only...

"Let's play!"

"No."

"Hey, just play with me this once, okay? Look how much fun everyone's having. Don't worry, the equipment won't break."

"I don't know if the equipment will malfunction, but I'm 100% sure something will happen if I go down there."

"Let's play!"

"Do not!!!"

Looking at the amusement park rides that seemed to stretch endlessly before him, Roland said his DNA was stirred.

Yes, although he is fearless in his profession, in reality... he is afraid of heights.

From childhood, whenever he climbed to a high place and looked down, his legs would involuntarily start to tremble. This had nothing to do with so-called courage; it was purely a psychological inability to accept it.

Of course, he eventually did it. In some ways, the girl's coquettishness was as damaging as an Infinity Edge, and he, a newbie with no gear, really couldn't handle it.

Three minutes later.

When the two finally got off the machine, hope Ran looked at Roland, who was slumped on a stone chair and questioning his life, and the smile on her face never stopped.

This man revealed yet another side of her that she had never known before.

The relationship between professional athletes and female hosts is quite common in various competitive fields, but the reason why most of them don't last is that the two usually find it difficult to have common ground.

Most professional gamers' life experiences are limited to gaming; when they chat with people, aside from everyday trivialities, they can only talk about games.

But this man is different.

Despite being a professional player, he seemed to possess a wealth of knowledge and experience, offering empathy and advice on various work-related matters, and even delving into the most complex aspects of interpersonal relationships. He exuded an aura of mystery.

He was a force to be reckoned with in the professional esports arena.

He's the one who comes up with all sorts of clever ideas when we talk late at night.

He's known for his humor and wit among his fans.

He was also the one who was timid and afraid of heights at the amusement park.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but move closer to him, gently patting his back, and softly asked:

"Now... do you still consider me a brother?"

"Yes."

"Ok?"

"I...I swore that if I had the chance, I would definitely marry my brother."

After a brief silence, just when Roland thought all hope was lost, a warm, fragrant body gently wrapped around half of his body, and the two burning bodies were now completely connected.

"You got off easy, you bad guy."

Integration: Chapter Two: Taking Advantage of the East Wind

On the second night after the S-series ended, a set of photos unexpectedly surged onto the trending list, quickly climbing into the top five in terms of popularity.

That's right, the relationship between champion support player Roland and LPL female host Xiran has been made public, and the announcement of this news has stunned most of the LPL audience.

Holy crap, when did these two get together?

[I don't believe it, it's fake, it's absolutely fake. We're all poor souls who stay up all night playing games, how could he possibly have time to pick up girls?]

[We agreed to be single together, but you quietly betrayed your group! Where is my great FFF group?!]

[Holy crap, a champion's girlfriend plus prize money, what kind of life is this?!]