During a certain LOL match, a well-known infuriating streamer is commentating and broadcasting live.

Streamer: This support is really feeding.

Streamer: If this jungler were my teammate, I'd already be playing piano for him at the fountain.

Streamer: I suggest this player go back and practice his last-hitting.

Audience: Stop talking trash! If you’re so good, get in there yourself!

Streamer: Daddy really can do it.

Audience: Uh-huh :) If you can, I'll chop off my head and let you kick it.

A few months later, the veteran LPL team TTC announces a new mid-laner. A boy with flamboyant blue hair appears before the audience, playing Zed with such mastery that anyone who faces him dies. Female fans are all teetering on the edge of switching allegiances.

At the MVP post-game interview, everyone holds their breath, looking at this fresh blood with anticipation.

The boy takes the mic, smiles, and asks: “To the viewer on Xingkong TV with the user ID ‘Suburban King 101’, the official website has my team’s address. When are you sending your head over?”

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After a regular season match, staff go backstage to urge the team members to come out for interviews, only to find TTC’s new mid-laner and jungler in a corner.

TTC’s ace jungler, Daddy Road, has their new mid-laner Soft pinned against the wall, eyes lowered, asking in a soft voice: “For the interview, you know what to do?”

The hot-tempered mid-laner who cemented his trash-talker image in the audience’s mind on his debut is now blushing furiously: “I know. I won’t curse… I definitely won’t curse.”

Chapter 1

November 2nd, 5:00 PM, a fine drizzle fell over Shanghai.

Outside the Shanghai Oriental Sports Center, crowds of people gathered, holding banners or light boards printed with esports team logos, lining up in an orderly fashion to enter. Excitement and anticipation were written all over their faces, and the rain seemed to have no effect on them at all.

Today, the semifinals of the League of Legends S10 World Championship would be held here. The two teams competing were HT from Korea’s LCK region and TTC from China’s LPL region.

The winner of this match would earn a spot in next week’s World Finals.

With the home field advantage, a glance around showed that almost all the fans’ merchandise bore TTC’s crown logo.

A large bus pulled up on the right side of the stadium, its sleek black body emblazoned with a white crown logo. Security immediately sprang into action, blocking all media and fans trying to rush the bus door.

The bus doors slowly opened, and the TTC members got off one by one, smiling and waving at the screaming fans.

When the last member got off, the screams around them grew noticeably louder, and fans waved their light boards even more enthusiastically.

With so many people, accidents were bound to happen. A TTC support sign suddenly fell to the ground, followed by a girl’s scream and a security guard’s shout.

The girl said anxiously, “Sorry, sorry… I got pushed, I’m really sorry, can you help me get my light board back? Please?”

The security guard replied, “I’ll help you pick it up in a moment, just step back a bit…”

Before the security guard finished speaking, someone bent down, picked up the light board, and handed it back.

The man who picked up the light board was wearing a black and white team uniform, his hair a bit messy, and if you looked closely, you could see a mark at the corner of his long eyes from sleeping somewhere. Below that was a straight nose and thin, tightly pressed lips.

The girl stared at him in a daze for a few seconds before looking down at the light board he handed over.

He had long, slender fingers, with a faint mole between his thumb and index finger.

The girl took the light board in a daze: “Thank you…”

The man nodded slightly, then turned and walked into the arena.

It wasn’t until his figure disappeared that the girl snapped back to her senses.

She hugged her light board tightly, suddenly turned to grab her friend’s sleeve, and screamed excitedly, “It’s Road! It’s God Lu! God Lu nodded at me!! He even touched my light board, ahhh—”

Back in the backstage lounge, the TTC members were noticeably more relaxed.

TTC’s support, Little Brian, plopped down on a chair and took out a mirror to check the hairstyle he’d fussed over before leaving: “That girl’s voice just now was so powerful, no wonder our national football team can’t win the championship, they’re missing her cheering.”

The team leader and coach lightly tapped his head with a notebook: “Stop talking nonsense.”