You actually want me to...

No, he should say he knows them, but they have never met in person.

"Is this for me?"

"Hmm, what you just said was so domineering and confident that I couldn't help but want to come over and make friends with you. Let's get to know each other. My name is Xiran, and I'm a new female host in the LPL."

"Roland is barely a regular starter for TES."

After saying that, the two smiled knowingly and extended their hands at the same time.

No one would refuse such a straightforward invitation, especially when the other party is a great beauty. Although Roland had given him a whole gold brick, he still had a deep impression of Xi Ran.

After all, he looks like his sister-in-law.

Ahem, it seems we can't call someone "sister-in-law" anymore, otherwise Brother Guan might really have to resort to magic.

Roland didn't find anything wrong with Xi Ran's friendly manner; they were just exchanging normal greetings. They had met quite a few commentators and hosts like this along the way.

However, it must be said that Roland naturally felt a higher level of affection for Xi Ran, who was the youngest among them. Plus, after being single for so many years, he had no intention of refusing a girl who finally approached him.

"You're much more outgoing than any other contestant I've met, not shy at all. May I ask what you're thinking about? Why are you frowning like that?"

"You could tell that?"

"He's a professional commentator, after all, so he has some skill. Can you tell me if it's convenient? I'll help you analyze it."

"Emmm, I see."

After hesitating for a moment, Roland thought for a moment and chose to say it in a different way:

"Here's the thing, I'm facing a small problem. My colleague's computer is broken, but it contains very important files that we need to access in a few days. Our first priority is to fix it. A computer repair shop can definitely fix it, but there might be some damage. I have a little experience repairing these things, but the success rate is uncertain, and time will be tight."

"So you mean if I give it to you, it might be completely repairable, or it might not be, right?" Hearing this, Xi Ran tossed her hair and then looked at him with a bright smile.

"Yes, that's what I'm struggling with right now, I can't make up my mind." Although Roland himself isn't afraid of losing and being bombed, his teammates shouldn't have to pay the price for his willfulness, and that's the real crux of Roland's dilemma.

This encounter offers a unique opportunity to hear other people's perspectives.

"you're good."

"Ok?"

“I said, you’re very capable.” Looking up, Roland saw Xi Ran’s all-knowing gaze and gentle smile. “Do you want that document to return to your friend intact?”

"think."

"Isn't that enough?" Looking at Roland, who was completely stunned, Xi Ran thought for a moment, picked up her small notebook and wrote something down. Then she tore off a piece of paper, carefully folded it, and placed it on Roland's palm. "The important thing is not whether you can do it, but whether you have the courage to take your first step."

"Hmm? It's so late, I almost forgot I had an interview. Well then, Roland, I'll be going now, keep in touch~" With that, she playfully waved her phone and gradually disappeared from Roland's sight.

As he watched the figure gradually disappear, something seemed to be burning fiercely within him.

Love? Not quite. Although Roland, who has been reborn, still has considerable expectations for love, he is not so narcissistic as to think that someone will fall in love with him at first sight.

Is that passion? Not really, it's just making a decision.

If anything has truly changed, it's perhaps that youthful spirit that's uniquely hiss. Her last words awakened him; how could someone who didn't even dare to take that first step be qualified to follow in the footsteps of those who came before?

He's obsessed.

Coming to his senses, Roland was about to return to his teammates when he looked up and found that his teammates were already surrounding him, their eyes filled with gossip.

"Tsk tsk tsk, not easy at all, the pigs we raise at home have finally learned to root for cabbages."

"You're pretty quick, aren't you? I just turned around and I saw you two chatting. I've never seen you this capable before?"

"Alright, alright, it's good that the King of the Board is likely to find a partner. At least we guys don't have to worry about you being gay anymore."

"Don't worry, A-Ban, we absolutely won't tell anyone about what happened today!"

Looking at the two idiots in front of him, Roland almost wanted to grab his shoe and whack them. Especially 369, the team's notorious blabbermouth; expecting him not to tell anyone was like expecting a sow to fly.

After joking around for a while, the group finally started to break up and prepare to return to the club.

Just as everyone was getting ready to board the bus to go home, Ah Shui, who was in front of him in line, suddenly said to him, "Idiot."

"What? I don't have money to treat you. I suggest you go find Brother Ka, he's loaded."

"That's not what I meant."

"Huh? What's that?"

"It might sound disgusting, but if you want to do it, then go ahead. Leave the rest to us." He suddenly looked up and saw that the group of people who had been bustling about just moments before had all stopped making noise and were now staring at him in unison.

The club is so small, and the studio is so small, that unless the sound is kept very low, there is no way to cover up the eavesdropping.

Everyone could see his dilemma.

Everyone was well aware of his concerns.

But they are teammates.

A team should not be burdened by one person alone.

The victory belongs to everyone.

The loss should be shared by everyone.

Six months is enough time to change a lot of things, and it's also enough time to make many personnel adjustments, but now they feel that's enough.

Just these six people, only these six people, possess the belief that they can overcome anything.

"Go ahead and try it. It's just a spring season, we can afford to lose. We're both still young, and Kaka is still got it. There's no need to worry about whether we fail this time or not. We're not that fragile."

......

......

......

"it is good."

Metamorphosis: Chapter Thirty-One: On the Eve of the Great Battle

Having clarified his thoughts, Roland focused all his attention on command in the remaining few days.

Roland still has a slight advantage in some aspects when playing against JDG's bot lane.

For example, in RANK, he only needs to play one game a few days to maintain his form; there's no need for him to put in too much effort, because Green Hair is an older player.

No one can escape the pursuit of time. Just as Green Hair cannot escape the side effects of aging, he must maintain a high level of training to prevent his skills from declining in order to maintain his form. Roland, on the other hand, does not have to.

Moreover, the support role doesn't require as much skill from players as other roles, which gives him a lot more time.

Roland finally graduated in the conference room on the night before the final, and returned to his training position.

"How is it? Have you come out of the mountains yet?"

"I don't feel anything about leaving the mountain. It's just that if I endure a little longer, I think I'll be old enough to become a monk, given my habit of scratching my head."

"Pfft, is it really that exaggerated?"

"It's probably similar to the feeling of doing English when you're still in school."

It has to be said that Roland was truly bewildered.

The process involves reviewing the proceedings, watching the video, communicating and exchanging ideas, then reviewing again, and watching the video again, repeating this cycle continuously.

At first, he maintained a certain level of enthusiasm, but after countless cycles and repetitions, even the most patient person would eventually break down. Fortunately, this time it only lasted a few days, otherwise he was really afraid that he would not have been able to withstand the pressure.

Considering it was the night before the finals, and to ensure everyone got enough sleep, tonight's training was only briefly held until two or three in the morning. When Roland finished washing up and lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, he was overwhelmed with emotion.

Perhaps in the eyes of the audience, everything about professional players shines brightly. Every match they play is watched by millions of people, and every move they make is analyzed and analyzed by countless content creators and players.

But in his eyes, everything seemed quite ordinary.

Day after day of ranked games, day after day of training, day after day of matches—it's just that they were relatively lucky and had some skill, which is why they finally made it to the finals.

A few days ago, Roland thought he must have been nervous. But now, all that's left for him is numbness and calm.

how to say?

It's a bit like before a big exam when I was a kid.

I was incredibly nervous during the week leading up to the exam, but the night before, I suddenly relaxed and inexplicably became peaceful – that's roughly the state I was in.

After showering, JKL frowned as he looked at Roland, who was lying on the bed in a daze, then pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. "What's wrong? Nervous?"

"No, not at all. On the contrary, I suddenly felt less nervous, which made me feel quite strange."

"Isn't this great? Do you expect to get all fired up in the middle of the night? Tomorrow's match will depend on your brain, so you need to give him some time to cool off."

"I know, it's quite early, so I can't sleep."

At this point, Roland sat up in bed and casually took two cartons of milk from the bedside table and handed them over. Although the two usually communicated quite a bit, he did feel something was off about this time before the big competition.

"You're not in good form. It's only the Spring Split, and with your mentality, forget about Worlds, I reckon you're in trouble even at MSI."

"This isn't the first time, so I don't have much experience."

"Oh, right! I almost forgot you're a novice. It's understandable that you feel uncomfortable the first time and can't find the right way."

"Then tell me, how did you get through your first time?" Roland crossed his legs, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"How else can we get through this? We'll just have to get through it like this."

"what?"

“I wasn’t the most famous person in the team back then. Why should I worry about it? Anyway, if we won, it was thanks to the two carries. If we lost, I would have to take the blame. The outcome was already decided, so why should I dwell on it?” As he spoke, JKL looked at Roland with a puzzled expression.

In a sense, they are the same type of player, but compared to his rhythm, Roland's rhythm is at least mostly positive.

The support character died suddenly? Is that wrong?

Just kidding. Even in a game that isn't a competition, it's common to die seven or eight times in ranked matches. It's even more common to die ten or more times when you're at a disadvantage. What's there to complain about?

If PYL were to actually work here, he would have retired ages ago.

There are countless support players who die unexpectedly in the LPL. Even top-tier support players like Meiko, LQS, and Xiaoming have died quite a few times. For a while, Xiaoming was even called the "God of the Underworld."

"That makes some sense. If we lose tomorrow, shouldn't you be the ones getting fired?"

"almost."

"Oh, no wonder I wasn't nervous at all. So I'm just being passively blamed."

"You're only just realizing that now?" The two chuckled, then, in perfect unison, climbed back into their own beds to turn off the lights and go to sleep.