Walking on the way back to school, as the evening breeze blew, everyone’s minds gradually returned to normal, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Why—

Why did we make this bet?

The other team’s lineup completely crushes ours.

Drinking leads to trouble...

Only David Thompson acted as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, Lily Walker broke the silence with a chuckle. “What’s wrong? Losing confidence before the battle even starts? Just so you know, I’m just a lowly Platinum, I can’t carry anyone. But David Thompson, you’ll have to work hard and train up first.”

Two Golds, one with unknown skill, one who knows nothing about the game, and the opponents are from one of the world’s strongest regions. If they really have those ranks, their skills won’t be bad.

“Bro Mu, you were too impulsive. But it’s fine, it’s just words, it’s not like we’re losing anything. I know those guys. Alice Green may not be good at r, but he’s really strong—Diamond I in Ionia. The chubby guy in the middle, William Parker, is the top player at our Shanghai Political University, a King in Zaun, and I heard he even trained with a pro team before. The one with acne is Sophie Stone, our school’s top top-laner, Master on Mount Targon. I don’t know about the intercity tournament, but in our school, he’s truly unbeatable in the top lane.” John Foster said, a bit worried.

This all started because of him. Even though graduation is near, streaking is a bit much. Maybe they won’t really do it, but it would still be utterly humiliating.

At this moment, Lily Walker didn’t say much, just looked at David Thompson. You could call this reckless or loyal, but if he doesn’t have the skill, he’s just making his friends even more embarrassed.

David Thompson just smiled slightly. “Don’t worry, there’s still a month. It’s enough time. Trust me.”

They were already on a path of no return. There was no point in thinking about anything else. What, were they really going to kneel to Andrew Miller? Since that’s not happening, they might as well focus on how to improve.

“Reed, I have two classes tomorrow morning. You guys go ahead after you get up, I’ll come after class.” David Thompson also called out to Samuel Reed.

“Alright, Bro Mu, just come as soon as you’re done with class. We’ll get Little White familiar with things first.” Samuel Reed nodded. Right now, he felt like Jing Ke on his way to assassinate the King of Qin, but it was exhilarating. Who cares about winning or losing? If you chicken out, you’ll never be able to hold your head up again.

Summoner’s Rift never welcomes cowards.

The next morning, after waking up, David Thompson went straight to class. Samuel Reed led Evan White and John Foster to the internet café.

There weren’t many people in the café that morning. The three of them sat side by side in a private room, each at their own computer.

John Foster was a little excited, skillfully launching League of Legends and logging into Black Rose—the server he and Samuel Reed usually played on. Both of their main accounts were on this server. Last night, Reed had already prepared Black Rose accounts for David Thompson, Little White, and Lily Walker. If they were going to train, it had to be on the same server, and there was no time for the three of them to start from scratch.

“Little White, for the next few days, just do one thing: try out as many champions as you can and find your own style. Start with bots—you already know the basic controls.” Samuel Reed said. “I’ve set up your runes: one tank set, one assassin set, one mage set. Just use those for now.”

Don’t be fooled by how easygoing Little White seems. If you look at his hobbies—basketball, badminton, rock music—he’s actually super competitive. He hasn’t played much League, but after three years in the same dorm, even if you haven’t eaten pork, you’ve seen pigs run. He’s definitely not a total newbie.

Update time: 7 PM every night, other times random

Chapter 14: This Champion Is Only Fit to Live Cowardly Under the Tower

Unlike Samuel Reed and John Foster, who were cautious, Little White was still optimistic. Participation was what mattered; just do your best to win. The process was important. If the opponents are strong, that’s their business—just focus on yourself.

Samuel Reed was still worried like a nagging mom. Anyone who’s played o knows the biggest fear is having a weak link. If the other side is even a little good, they’ll target your weakness and make you doubt your life choices. Little White, such a sweet kid, had no idea how brutal Summoner’s Rift could be. Unlike real life, being good-looking is useless here.

Samuel Reed and John Foster started duo queueing. Honestly, they were just playing for fun, not aiming for a high rank. Usually, their duo games were just for a good time—either they stomped the enemy or got stomped themselves. By the way, Samuel Reed and Little Hazel met while gaming, but now they were in a cold war. Every campus couple goes through this phase, with all sorts of issues. Now, both were holding out, refusing to be the first to give in.

“Wow, wow, no, not again! Why is their jungler here again? Is our jungler an orphan? He hasn’t come bot even once!”

“Run, you go first!” John Foster’s Braum jumped in front of Samuel Reed’s Caitlyn, blocking a barrage of skills for him. He didn’t even get to use his ult before he was down.

Samuel Reed’s Caitlyn didn’t make it out either and soon fell as well. Their mood was definitely affected—they were playing a bit too impatiently.