You actually want me to...

IG, who topped the regular season standings in the Spring Split, were also eliminated in the first round of the playoffs. However, thanks to their performance in the regular season, they still have a chance to compete with the losers from the other group for third place points, although the hope is slim.

On the contrary, TES, which was initially considered a mid-tier team, transformed into an A-tier team after JackeyLove joined, and forcefully entered the playoff finals, which is quite absurd.

In a sense, the LPL has developed in a way similar to that of table tennis.

Back to TES, Karsa and 369 jumped up the moment they secured the victory.

This was the semi-final; winning this match meant they were just one step away from the championship. However, just as the two of them finished celebrating and were about to turn around to celebrate with their teammates, the scene before them almost made them question their existence.

Knight was lost in his own world, muttering strange things to himself, clearly still not recovered from his trance.

But that's understandable.

But the two people who were jumping the loudest in the entire arena were now sitting quietly in their seats, even calmly picking up their water glasses and taking a sip, displaying an air of indifference to praise or criticism.

"Let me tell you, there's an 80% chance the big screen is criticizing us right now. The calmer we are now, the more pretentious we'll appear. Don't suddenly jump up like a monkey; that would lower our standards."

"I've learned something! How was my drinking water routine just now?"

"It's barely passable. Next time, you can lower the cup a little more, and it would be best to squint your eyes before opening them when drinking. That way, the flavor will be completely different when viewed on the big screen."

"I see. Well done, Big Head. You're really good at this kind of showing off."

369. Casa, Referee Xiao Gaigai: ......

Metamorphosis: Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Great Technique of Transferring Hatred

Congratulations to TES!

[They finally won! This team wins against strong teams but loses to weak ones; I almost thought they were going to lose. Is LGD's true legacy really in TES?]

[Tsk tsk tsk, tactical water drinking, those two are packed up XDM.]

Seeing how the referee in the back was about to burst out laughing, I'm already looking forward to TES's hero mic check-ins.

TES's victory was actually within everyone's expectations.

It's not that TES is particularly strong, but rather that IG was just too weak at that time. Teams in the spotlight are always analyzed more thoroughly. After the two players exchanged fists, JackeyLove's mood visibly improved. Seeing that he seemed to be in good form, White Crescent simply waved his hand... and threw the support onto the interview table, completely bewildering him.

Very meow.

AD is the one who's excited. Why did you throw me up there?

Are you really going to have a team fight here? Should we send a support in first to bait them out?

"No way, Coach, are you sure you want me to go?" Roland looked at the coach with an indifference, but his heart was against it. The thought of his handsome face being shoved onto the screen and seen by millions of players made him feel conflicted.

"It's just a post-match interview, why are you so resistant?"

No, you don't understand.

"What?"

"I want players to become my fans because of my skills and awareness, because of their appreciation of my abilities, not because of my undeniably handsome face. Just thinking about how countless beautiful girls will lose sleep tonight because of my looks makes my conscience ache. Do you know how much pain I'm in right now, Coach!"

White crescent moon: ......

Forget it, let's just take this thing out and destroy it.

Having such a player, White Crescent felt like she must have owed him something in her past life, so she simply opened the door and kicked the narcissist out.

To be honest, if you're talking about handsome players in the professional gaming world, there are actually a small percentage of them out of the large pool. Roland is technically somewhat handsome, but what sets him apart is his exceptionally sunny (and slightly chuunibyou) appearance.

Maintaining a good image is actually quite difficult for athletes. Or, let alone professional athletes, even normal men often don't shave frequently unless they've cultivated the habit over several years.

Moreover, the issue of staying up late is difficult to avoid. Professional gamers don't go to bed early and get up early; playing professionally means that going to bed at three or four in the morning is the norm. Under such circumstances, male gamers getting acne is simply commonplace.

As for female players... it's not that I'm intentionally being sexist, but if a female LOL player really followed the training model of male LPL players, it wouldn't even take a year; six months would be enough to completely wear down her physical abilities. While there are female players abroad, you have to look at the training volume there. You don't even need to compare them to college students; any random office worker would play more games in six months than any professional player abroad.

So while Roland likes to talk big, he does have one thing to say. His looks, enhanced by his charisma, are at least above average in the league; standing in front of the screen, he certainly looks quite dashing.

Due to the natural disaster, this was a remote interview, and the interviewees were the Haier Brothers who connected with him directly. Looking at the two scapegoats on the other side of the screen, Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, these two are at least shrewd enough not to ask him any tricky questions that would make things too difficult for him.

"First of all, congratulations to TES for advancing to the finals. How do you feel about today's victory?" This opening question was a way for the commentator and player to test each other's styles with questions and answers, which would make it easier for them to work together later.

The Haier Brothers have considerable confidence in him, considering he's the e-sports comedian who made a show a hit.

"I'm...very excited, aren't I? Wait a minute, the recording shouldn't have started yet, right? Let me prepare the props." After saying that, Roland pulled a bottle of eye drops from under the screen right in front of the audience, turned his back, tilted his head back, and dripped them into his eyes. Then he turned back with teary eyes. "Okay, let's continue. Director, could you please edit that part?"

Haier Brothers: ......

"Ahem, well, this is a live broadcast of real events."

Roland: ? ? ?

Seeing the bewildered face on the screen, the chat in the live stream instantly erupted in laughter.

[2333, what the hell, director, edit this? Where did TES even find this idiot kid?]

Honestly, don't you guys ever laugh during matches?

[A true master of crosstalk, he actually made me laugh.]

[I suggest you join Deyun Society immediately after retiring from the military; you'll definitely have a place in the world of crosstalk.]

Although it's unclear whether this scene was for the sake of the show, it certainly entertained them all. Roland quietly put away his small bottle, then sat up straighter, becoming somewhat reserved, and began to answer the commentator's questions honestly.

Just as the two commentators were about to wrap things up, Wawa casually threw out a question to end the interview: "So, we all know that in the last game, you and JKL had a very beautiful team fight during the laning phase, getting a double kill. I'd like to ask how you communicated at that time?"

"Communication."

Upon hearing this, Roland fell into thought.

A famous medical scientist surnamed Lu once said that the simpler a question seems, the more profound the things it contains, especially the last question, which usually hides a mystery.

So, how should he answer?

Honestly? God knows what I was thinking at the time. Anyway, JKL was in a panic and ordered him to go in, so he went in. What else can I say?

Did you just sleep with him because you didn't like him?

Or do you feel like the other team is a bit weak, and not playing against them would make you look stupid?

Wait a minute, it seems like I have a solution.

After pretending to think for a while, Roland cautiously replied, "It's like this, I didn't want to go in at first, because I can't just go in whenever you tell me to, it would make me look bad. But Ah Shui marked me and said that the enemy support was already at our kill threshold. I didn't believe it, but I couldn't refuse his request, so I could only follow his instructions and charge in."

"As you know, we actually managed to kill the enemy's Sona. I can only say that it was all thanks to Ah Shui. He gave a great command, and I was just initiating team fights randomly. I just did whatever he told me to do."

Haier Brothers: ...

Live stream viewers: ......

JKL watching the live stream on the screen: ? ? ? ? ? ?

What the hell? Sona is within your kill range? Sona clearly has plenty of health, okay? Is this how you show off?

After several seconds of silence, the Haier Brothers, relying on their years of live streaming experience, managed to snap out of their daze and hastily ended the live stream.

This is so freaking mind-bending.

They are both elderly people, and their hearts can't handle such a big shock. There was no need to go to such extremes.

Meanwhile, the live stream chat was filled with non-stop "666" comments.

This move can be called a great success in diverting hatred!

Metamorphosis: Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Choice

As expected, when the TES Heroes Mic Check was finally updated that evening, the club's traffic surged again.

With a solid track record, a witty team, and star players, these three factors constitute the basic requirements for becoming a top-tier club. Watching their official account steadily gain followers, the club's operations manager is beaming with joy every day.

Meanwhile, the players who started this whole thing were watching with serious expressions as White Crescent frantically reviewed the match in front of the blackboard, while also taking a foot bath.

Yes, right under the feet of each TES player is a large red platter filled with potions, allowing them to recuperate while reviewing their performance.

"Why do you think we'd soak our feet in this sweltering heat?"

"I heard that Knight and the others forgot to use it last year, and it's about to expire now. They didn't want to waste it, so they arranged for us to use it at the last minute."

"Then why doesn't the coach use it?"

"Perhaps it's because soaking your feet doesn't nourish your kidneys."

"???"

Although soaking your feet in the sweltering heat is a bit of a pain, turning on the air conditioner makes it much better. It feels like being under a blanket in an air-conditioned room on a hot summer day—a uniquely refreshing sensation. Seeing the white crescent moon finally make a dismissal gesture, Roland tilted his head back and half-reclined in his gaming chair.

Such a beautiful moment, if only Rita were here.

Nonsence!

This one is a bit too old for him, let's find another one.

In a sense, the transmigrator who traveled to S10 was really miserable. At the prime of his life, he was in a circle where you had to become a monk to achieve results, and all the women he could come into contact with were older than him. Even the youngest female commentator was several gold bricks older than Roland.

What can we do?

All I can say, with tears in my eyes, is that a man should prioritize his career.

Seeing that this guy suddenly froze and didn't move while soaking in the water, 369 patted Roland on the shoulder and said, "What are you thinking about? You're so engrossed."

"No, it just reminded me of my first time getting a foot bath, and it brought back some memories."

"It's just soaking your feet, what's there to be so sentimental about?"

"No, you don't understand. That was the first rain of 20XX, a little later than in 20XX. At that time, I had earned my first money through a summer job and was planning to find a place to get a massage to treat myself, and maybe broaden my horizons and change jobs."

"Wait, this massage you're talking about... is it legitimate?"

"Let me finish." Roland held 369's hand and sighed deeply before continuing, "Back then, I paid the money and went in excitedly. The landlady even promised me before I went in that she would arrange the best girl for me, at least a 36D."

At this point, the other people in the room instantly swarmed over like stray dogs that had caught a whiff of something, listening intently.

"And then what?"

"Then, a 36D woman did walk into the room. The moment I saw her, I knew I was destined to come to a legitimate massage parlor, because that woman was my elementary school classmate!!!"

"Pfft~ Hahahaha" X5

Upon hearing this, the group of people in the room couldn't help but burst out laughing. If this guy were a seasoned veteran, he might be able to rekindle their old flame and reminisce about their youth, but this guy clearly went back when he was a rookie, so naturally he had the desire but not the courage.