【29】 With This Level of “Daddy” Content, He’d Have to Pay to Work
Wen Ran didn’t dare stay too long and maneuvered Shadow Xuanji toward the mid lane. The realization that Bell was hanging on Shadow Xuanji, protecting him closely, still made Wen Ran’s thoughts run wild uncontrollably.
Wind spoke up: “Busy lately? Haven’t seen you online much.”
Wen Ran was stunned by this inquiry, which resembled “concern.” It took him a few seconds to answer sluggishly, “Um… I signed up for a club’s recruitment. I don’t know if they’ll want me.”
“You want to play pro?”
Trial training wasn’t just about individual mechanics; it also looked at team coordination and tactical planning.
Wind mused for a moment, then asked, “Then, how about I find a few friends to practice with you?”
Wen Ran simply couldn’t believe his ears. Wind’s friends… what level would they be?
“Ah? Is that okay?”
Jiang Yan, hearing his tone mixed with surprise and apprehension on the other end, found it incredibly cute.
He found Qiao Yu in his contacts and sent a message.
[Here? Do me a favor.]
Qiao Yu replied quickly:
[Holy sh*t, am I seeing things? Wind sent me a message!]
[What demonic wind blew you here?]
[Come, speak quickly and let me hear. What big matter do you need to beg me for?]
W: [It’s pretty simple. My family’s little friend is going for a trial training in two days. I want to find a few people to play a couple of games with him.]
Qiao Yu: [?]
Qiao Yu: [Holy sh*t, you ignored me for over a month, and now your first words are asking me to be a sparring partner?!]
W: [We only have two people here. Counting you, we still lack a Top and ADC. Call Little Huang and the others over.]
Qiao Yu: [Play against whom?]
W: [Your family’s second team.]
Qiao Yu: [???]
Why is this person commanding me so matter-of-factly!
Qiao Yu: [Damn it, it’s shameless enough that you dragged me over, but you want to drag in my main team’s Top and ADC plus our entire second team?]
Qiao Yu: [Is that reasonable? Think about it yourself, is that reasonable?]
W: [Sigh, isn’t this to let the Great Support King give some on-site teaching?]
Qiao Yu: [Save it. Why don’t you call your WK team to accompany him?]
W: [WK is still on holiday. Didn’t I see you returned to the base yesterday?]
Qiao Yu: […….]
Lao Liu (Schemer)!
I shouldn’t have posted that Moment!
Qiao Yu’s ID was “Twilight.” He was a player who debuted in the same season as Jiang Yan, and the two had a good relationship. Qiao Yu was the second overall pick that year and the only Support FMVP player in the League.
For Lingxiao, Support was the hardest role to climb rank with. Unlike Junglers and Assassin Mid Laners who could easily dictate the rhythm, a Support could initiate a team fight perfectly, but it would be useless if the teammates’ damage couldn’t follow up. Yet Qiao Yu could reach the top ten in Peak Tournament using Support. It wasn’t due to luck, but because he could understand his teammates’ strengths in the shortest time, create tactical layouts, and tell everyone exactly what they should do.
Although he appeared carefree, a bit silly, and unreliable, he possessed extremely high macro awareness. He was the general commander of the whole situation, a general devising strategies. Even the coach had to discuss BP (Ban/Pick) with him. The peak duel where HG won the championship was won because he hid in a tricky position and engaged the enemy Carry first.
However, as the brain of the team, HG relied on him too heavily. Once Qiao Yu made a slight decision error, the opponents could turn the tables against the wind.
Therefore, HG entered the finals four times and watched a new king crowned three times.
They were the team with the most runner-up titles in the League, the eternal second place.
Everyone in the League who was close to Qiao Yu called him “Qiao Second.” But since Jiang Yan needed a favor today, he didn’t dare use that nickname.
A while later, Qiao Yu sent his next message.
Qiao Yu: [Wait a minute, what do you mean by ‘my family’s little friend’?]
Qiao Yu: [With that tone, did you get a partner?]
W: [Not yet.]
W: [But soon.]
Qiao Yu sent a heartbreakingly pained emoji.
Qiao Yu: [Even the eternal old iron tree can bloom. Seriously, I suspected I would find someone first before I suspected you.]
Qiao Yu: [I really want to know whose poor little cabbage fell into your hands.]
Jiang Yan threw back a string of ellipses. Qiao Yu logged on quickly and opened the room.
HG’s marksman, Huang Hanyu (Little Huang), asked somewhat strangely, “Captain, why are we…”
“Just treat it as ordinary internal team training. Play normally.” After all, playing within their own team, they weren’t afraid of exposing strategies.
I want to see exactly what level this little friend Wind has his eyes on is at.
As soon as they entered, they saw that familiar ID.
Huang Hanyu immediately shouted, “Captain, I know him! He’s that flamer who was super hot online two days ago!”
“Can fountain-camp pros above, and blood-abuse streamers below.” Little Huang surfed the web at 5G speeds usually and was known as the HG Melon King. During the holidays, he would stream on Chenguang TV to spoil his fans, so he was very familiar with the ins and outs of the whole event. “Haven’t you seen it? He’s that Fox who said ‘Your Daddy is not a straw boat, keep your bitchiness away from me’!”
Little Huang adjusted his keyboard over there: “Laughing to death, Captain. I’ve really never seen someone so good at flaming. With this level of ‘Daddy’ content, if he were at the STE next door, he’d have to pay to work.”
“Hahahahaha!”
STE had a team rule: swearing meant a fine, one hundred per sentence.
Wen Ran: “…”
Brother, has it perhaps occurred to you that we are in a team voice chat?
Wen Ran clenched his fists tightly, terrified that he would say something else to ruin his image. Gritting his teeth, he said: “…I heard that.”
The image I worked so hard to maintain in front of my idol collapsed so quickly!
Little Huang: “…”
Little Huang scrambled to turn off his mic and switched to typing in the public chat: [Sorry QAQ]
“Captain, why didn’t you tell me the mic was on!”
Qiao Yu was dying of laughter. Wind ignored Xiangsi’s confession, but it turned out he liked this type.
A violent little chili pepper.
Wind also laughed lightly on the other side, his tone ambiguous: “Is that so.”
“I…” Wen Ran thought back and forth, deciding to try and salvage the situation. “I’m usually not like this!”
Only when playing with you.
Wind gave an “Mn” and said, “I know. You don’t usually haggle with teammates.”
Wen Ran: “…”
In this game, Wen Ran played the Flame Goddess, also an offensive assassin-mage. Although she lacked crowd control, she possessed an untargetable damage-immunity mechanic, making her good at cutting Carries and self-preservation.
Little Huang played a heavy scaling marksman this round. He was weak in the early game, so naturally, the opponent targeted him.
He was suppressed so hard that even last-hitting minions was a struggle.
He had just finished off a cannon minion and was whittled down to one-quarter health by the opponent. He retreated to the tower in a panic to eat a health pack and replenish his state. Suddenly, the Flame Goddess appeared, accurately aiming a full combo at the enemy ADC. She took First Blood under the tower and landed cleanly, a cluster of small flames igniting at her fingertips.
Wen Ran’s message also came through:
[My Mechanics Are Better Than Yours: You just farm peacefully, I’ll come help you gank OVO]
Little Huang got goosebumps looking at that emoticon. Not knowing why, he felt Wen Ran’s meaning was more like: “Stupid rebel son, play a bit more cowardly. Don’t make your Daddy keep coming to gank for you.”
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