Henry Thompson couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and walked straight toward the office. He did need to go to the office first to return the math journal he had borrowed at noon.

He vaguely heard Jessica Bennett, who had hurried up behind him, angrily saying something to George Clark.

Although there weren’t as many people in the store as yesterday, there were still plenty of young people who hadn’t managed to get MAD yesterday, now buying the newly arrived MAD today. However, since it was already evening, the store didn’t seem particularly busy.

While Henry Thompson was changing clothes, James Harris suddenly walked over, looking frustrated, and said, “Henry bro, come help me out! If I lose this ranked game, I’ll lose points. Dad is so annoying—just as I started the game, he told me to do my homework. He’s doing it on purpose, I know it! Dad must be doing it on purpose!!”

“Uh, I still have to work, and I’ve never played this game before,” Henry Thompson tried to decline.

“It’s fine, this game is super popular now. There are all kinds of tournaments on TV every day. Henry bro, you just need to make the little character run around so you’re not considered AFK, and don’t get killed by the enemy. If there’s a pro on our team to carry, that’d be perfect.” James Harris said, looking annoyed.

“You brat, hurry up and finish your homework.” From the counter, William Harris had clearly overheard their conversation, and then said to Henry Thompson, “It’s okay, Henry, your aunt and I aren’t busy today. Go ahead and play the game for a bit. Young people need to relax after studying.”

Seeing the pleading look on James Harris’s face, Henry Thompson helplessly rubbed his nose and walked into the back room.

On the table was a typical Korean home desktop computer, but the keyboard and mouse were standard e-sports peripherals. It seemed that Uncle William really did support James’s e-sports dreams.

Sitting in the chair in front of the computer, looking at the familiar game interface, Henry Thompson was filled with emotion. In his previous life, after reaching the top of the national server, he had moved on to this foreign server that represented the world’s highest level of League of Legends e-sports. He reached Challenger in about a hundred games, and in less than three hundred games, with an 82.5% win rate, he climbed to rank one on the Korean server, shocking the entire e-sports community. Up until the eve of S4, the top three spots on the leaderboard were all his accounts. This was undoubtedly seen as a huge disgrace by the Korean e-sports scene, which prided itself as an e-sports powerhouse. Countless “anti-China warriors” from both the pro scene and the solo queue tried to dethrone him and reclaim the top spot.

But in that world, no one managed to do it by the end of S3.

He, who had once been disheartened by his father’s passing, never expected that after crossing into this parallel world, he would once again be sitting in front of this game. If fate really existed in this world, then this game and his destiny must have long been intertwined, impossible to separate.

Henry Thompson glanced at the screen—the game had already been going for about three minutes. James Harris’s ID was “Gwangju Jicheng Audio Store.” Looks like this kid was hoping to make it onto some leaderboard to promote the family shop.

In this match, James Harris had picked Riven for the top lane. Since the character had been standing under the tower without moving, the enemy Renekton had pushed the minion wave under the tower, and Riven had started auto-attacking the minions automatically. The enemy Renekton had clearly noticed that the opponent wasn’t there, so he kept using his Q ability to poke Riven’s health. But since this was a lower rank, the Renekton wasn’t very good at managing tower aggro—often, after hitting Riven, he’d get hit by the tower in return. Early on, tower shots really hurt.

Their own jungler, Master Yi, had also noticed the top laner AFKing under tower, so the chat was full of complaints.

Henry Thompson saw that Riven had reached level three. Wanting to mess with the Renekton a bit, he deliberately controlled the character to last-hit minions under the tower, maintaining the appearance of still being AFK as the minion wave came in.

Renekton fell for it again, happily stepping up to take advantage.

Henry Thompson flexed his fingers, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Then, on the screen, the Riven who had been dumbly last-hitting under the tower suddenly sprang to life after Renekton hit her.

Riven suddenly burst with energy, as if wrapped in a green aura, and at the same time, Renekton was stunned under the tower, taking a tower shot.

Renekton realized things had gone south—after bullying the opponent for so long, suddenly they were back, and right under their own tower at that. He tried to run away as fast as possible.

But would Henry Thompson let him go that easily? In his previous life, after making a name for himself in the global e-sports scene, every pro who laned against him only hoped not to get solo killed, playing safe under tower and waiting for help. In that life, he was the undisputed world-class top lane boss—no one had ever dared to keep him pinned under tower.

Seeing Renekton trying to escape, Riven suddenly changed from her previous passive stance, activating Q—Broken Wings—like a rabbit darting forward.

Click, auto-attack, click, auto-attack—sitting at the computer, Henry Thompson effortlessly executed Riven’s burst damage combo: the lightning-fast QA.