You actually want me to...

As she finished writing, White Crescent smiled, closed the notebook, and muttered to herself, "This sense of déjà vu is truly something else."

First Encounter: Chapter Six: Mutual Understanding

Another wonderful ranked game has come to an end. After a night of fierce battle, Roland ended his stream in disgrace with a record of 3 wins and 5 losses.

There's no way around it, that's just how the support role is.

As a solo queue support, firstly, you can't expect your solo queue AD to be better than the enemy every game. Secondly, even if you are better than the enemy, in this meta where everyone deals excessive damage to assassins, protecting your AD from a bunch of assassins is extremely difficult.

To put it bluntly, in the preseason version, whether you can win this game still depends on how good your top, mid, and jungle players are, especially the mid and jungle.

During the early game period when the dueling blade and vision blade were first introduced, the burst damage of mid-lane assassins was ruthless. In addition, their solo lane level was higher than that of the bot lane, so usually the AD would be instantly killed by the enemy mid laner or jungler as soon as they showed their face.

For Roland, in order to match his team's lineup, he often didn't pick support heroes that were good at initiating or roaming. Given the general trend of the game, there wasn't much he, as a support, could do in solo queue.

"Alright guys, I'm logging off now. The streamer swore yesterday he wouldn't stay up all night again tonight." Roland said, looking at the 03:30 AM time in the bottom left corner.

If I hadn't looked out the window and seen that it was dark outside, I almost would have believed it.

[The host is right, staying up late is bad for your health, so we recommend staying up all night.]

This is nothing! Let's play a few more rounds.

[How about we win one game before ending the stream?]

They've been keeping him company until past 3 a.m. If he leaves, what will all the people working the night shift watch? Although Roland is just a small streamer on weekdays, he's the most dazzling guy in the League of Legends section during the late-night hours.

This is how lower-level streamers struggle: they try to avoid the live streaming times of big streamers. However, he is really struggling now, mainly because his mobile game sanity will overflow if he drags on for a few more hours.

"I'm outta here, bye-bye~" With that, Roland snapped the live stream off his computer, leaving a bunch of night owls looking miserable, who could only silently open the pink app on their phones to console themselves.

"Wuhu, finally I can grind mobile games again~"

After turning off the live stream, Roland turned around and rolled onto the bed, then excitedly pulled out his phone.

As a working-class person, he only felt like he was truly on vacation during the off-season when he was grinding mobile games late at night. He was very familiar with this feeling because he had experienced it every day when he was a corporate slave in his previous life.

He gets up early to catch the bus to work, working 996 hours a day, and then doesn't finish his work until very late at night. Only when he lies in bed at night watching videos, reading novels, or playing games does he feel that he is truly alive and has time to himself.

As for occasional weekends?

That's what he uses to catch up on sleep until he naturally wakes up.

Although this lifestyle makes him feel very uncomfortable on the days he stays up late, and makes him feel very weak the next day.

But who cares?

But today seemed a bit special. The moment he turned on his phone, a series of missed calls and friend requests appeared before his eyes.

Judging from the prefixes on these names, it seems that he... has finally caught the attention of those teams?

Looking at the various trial requirements, he seemed to see meal tickets beckoning him.

"Wuhu~ Take off!"

Although he had anticipated this, he still couldn't control his emotions when the good news actually arrived.

Upon receiving the good news, Roland's first instinct was to share his joy. Without hesitation, he opened his QQ account and launched a barrage of messages at the contact named "Big Head Monster."

"Beep be ...~"

God knows how wronged Brother Shui was, who was thousands of miles away. He had just lain down at 3:30 in the morning when he was woken up by this guy. Especially when he saw that Brother Shui didn't reply immediately, this guy started calling and video chatting, bombarding him with all sorts of methods, each one more extreme than the last.

"Listen, you have ten seconds to convince me I won't kill you." As he took the phone, Shui Zi's murderous aura began to emanate. However, the person on the other end of the line seemed completely oblivious, even excitedly making sounds.

"Listen to me, I have some very good news to tell you, you must listen carefully."

"Seven seconds."

"Hey hey hey~! Wait a minute, I called you right away, it can't be that bad."

"You have four seconds left."

"No... wait a minute."

“3...2..”

"Stop! Stop! I'll talk, I'll talk. I just... received training invitations from many teams."

. . . . . .

"That's it?"

"Yeah, isn't this good news enough?"

"Snapped!"

Without a word, Roland's call was abruptly ended by Ah Shui on the other end. Just as Roland was about to type something, he noticed a red exclamation mark next to the words he typed.

It's obvious that Brother Shui has already deleted him from his friends list.

"Sigh, why is she so hot-tempered at such a young age?" Roland said with feigned melancholy, then turned off his QQ account with a mischievous grin, and lay on the bed happily, looking up recent flight tickets on his phone.

As for the action just now, that was just something he and Ah Shui did every now and then; the opposing team often did the same thing to him.

Their way of getting along has been like this since they first met: they would constantly tease each other through various channels, making it seem like they were about to break up. But in reality, they both knew how to keep their jokes within limits, and the next day they would both be back to normal as if nothing had happened.

This particular attack was initiated after he saw Ah Shui's character icon go black before logging off the game. After over a year of ranked matches together, the two would have given up long ago if they didn't have some chemistry.

While browsing Tieba, Roland noticed that the LOL "breath-holding battle" seemed to have entered the main event: Peanut joined LGD, DMO recruited Xiye, BLG bought FoFo, LGD introduced Maple and Xx, MaGe returned to OMG, and so on. Karsa, on the other hand, joined TES.

Everything largely unfolds as history has progressed.

Of course, there are differences.

In Roland's original world, Xiye should have already retired after winning the championship, joining those other legends. However, in this timeline, the S7 championship wasn't won by LPL, but by LCK. Although it's somewhat puzzling, considering I'm a time traveler, all the variables can be explained.

Among these, the one that Roland should pay the most attention to is the new bot lane duo that TES brought in from their youth training program: P-Emperor and Prophet. This duo, who used to dominate in LDL, can only barely hold their own against Roland in this new timeline.

If it weren't for the subpar AD carry he was paired with, Roland was confident he could have completely dominated the opposing team. The reason, of course, was simply that P-King's AD carry was just too satisfying.

Although everything seemed the same as before, Roland knew that he had quietly altered the largest timeline in this world. While not explicitly stated, he understood that these trial invitations today were definitely the result of someone's efforts behind the scenes.

He wasn't an ungrateful person; he just knew what kind of gift would be the best return for him.

Some things must be done by someone, while others can only be done by him.

Thinking of this, Roland closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

First Encounter: Chapter Seven: The Coming of the Bible

A few days later, when Roland arrived at the corresponding club to begin his training, he found that his LPL trial seemed to be going exceptionally smoothly.

Unlike typical players who first visit teams they're not interested in, giving other clubs the illusion that they're popular and then demanding higher signing fees and playing time, he decisively chose TES as his first stop.

To show mutual respect, TES sent White Crescent and Karsa to greet them.

Karsa naturally had high hopes for the famous "Han Yiban," but when he realized that the person who came was actually an LDL support player who looked all too familiar, he was instantly dumbfounded.

“This isn’t right, Coach. Isn’t the player we’re trying out Han Yiban? I know him. He’s a support player in LDL, he doesn’t play top lane.” With that, Karsa pointed at Roland.

"Yes, we did recruit a support player."

"But you clearly said Han Yiban before..."

"That's right, Han Yiban is also him."

"!!!"

The news was so shocking that Kasa's mind couldn't process it at first. When he turned around, he saw Roland smiling at him with an innocent expression.

It's no wonder he was so shocked. After all, "Han Yiban" has been famous in the Korean server for so long and has never revealed that he is Chinese. Apart from the all-powerful team leaders of various clubs, very few people can actually connect Han Yiban, who dominates the top lane in high-level Korean games, with Aban, the support player in LDL.

All I can say is, this guy really kept it well hidden.

To be fair, although Han Yiban often jokes about being a background character, his actual skill level is quite high. Even though he's frequently outplayed, you have to consider who his opponents are – they're all top-tier players from the highest levels of the Korean server, skilled players of all kinds. Most players wouldn't even qualify to be matched with them, let alone be a background character.

After accepting this fact, Casa began to look at Roland with a strange gaze.

When he first heard that Han Yiban was coming, his first reaction was that the team had strengthened its top lane, after all, the mid lane was the in-form Golden Left Hand, and the club would not find a substitute for him at this time unless they had a brain problem. But what Karsa did not expect was that

The person did come, but he was only there as an assistant.

When he thought of P-Emperor and Prophet who had just been promoted to the team, Kasa even had a faint sense of conspiracy.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the team's trial training began.

For Roland, the support role trial wasn't too difficult; he successfully passed TES's trial in just one morning and officially became a benchwarmer for TES. (The specific trial time varies from person to person, so don't take it too seriously.)

Only after signing his own contract did Roland finally breathe a sigh of relief.

For a newcomer like him, this contract is quite good. Although the amount isn't as high as Leye's, it's certainly not lower than the signing fees for most new players that I've heard about. Presumably, besides TES really wanting to make changes this year, JackeyLove's contribution is also indispensable.

"Well then, congratulations on joining TES. Since you are a newcomer, you may not get many playing opportunities in the Demacia Cup, so be prepared."

"No problem, I'll follow the coach's instructions."

Upon hearing White Crescent's words, Roland and Casa narrowed their eyes almost simultaneously. One was a seasoned veteran of the Electro Wolf, and the other was a two-time reincarnation fox; both were shrewd and perceptive, quickly grasping the underlying meaning in their coach's words.

The chances of playing in the Demacia Cup won't be many, which means... things will be different after the Demacia Cup?

Using appearances to win over people's hearts, while also showing goodwill to the upcoming Ah Shui, and subtly reminding Karsa to take care of his future teammates, this three-pronged move clearly shows that anyone who can become a team head coach is no pushover.

"Brother Naka, please take care of me from now on."

"Same here. If we're talking about joining the LPL, I'm actually a newcomer too." The two exchanged pleasantries, showing each other a lot of respect.

No one would refuse to be around someone who is both powerful and intelligent. Seeing that Roland understood her intentions so quickly, White Crescent's satisfaction with him increased even more.

After signing the contract, the next step was a series of promotional matters. The team leader called over a cameraman to record an induction video for Roland and take a photo. One reason was to register his name with the league and the official Weibo account, and the other was to find some material for their team vlog.

"Don't be nervous, just answer truthfully, it's just one question."

"no problem,"

It has to be said that Roland's appearance is quite photogenic. Although he is not so handsome as to be earth-shattering, he is at least handsome enough to look quite dashing and has a very clean and refreshing appearance.

With the lights in place and recording underway, the cameraman asked the same old question as always, as everything was ready.

"1...2...3"

"Why do you play professionally?"

"For money."