When David Thompson arrived at the internet café, what he saw was Little White alone in the corner, happily playing on the computer by himself. Tsk tsk, when Little White gets serious, he’s really handsome. It’s kind of a waste that this guy doesn’t make a living off his looks—if he looked like that, Old Thompson would definitely hang a sign on him and put him at the shop entrance as a mascot. On the other side, Samuel Reed and John Foster were both red-faced, shouting loudly. Unlike their usual playful selves, they were actually a bit serious this time, but the more serious they got, the worse they played.

In the end, Samuel Reed and John Foster’s duo queue ended with three consecutive losses.

“Sigh—” At the moment the nexus exploded,

===League of Legends: My Era Section 7===

Samuel Reed couldn’t help but slap the mouse hard. “The mice in this internet café are just uncomfortable to use. Next time I’ll bring my own.” After saying that, Samuel Reed looked up and saw David Thompson.

“Hey, Mu-ge, you’re here! Hurry up and get on a computer. There’s no one here this morning, so we can sit together and queue up.” Even though they’d lost badly, Samuel Reed was still full of fighting spirit. That’s how Summoner’s Rift is: if you win a game, you want to play another to review and improve; if you lose, you need to win three to fill the hole in your heart.

“Let’s do a normal match first to warm up.” As Samuel Reed helped David Thompson open the game, he asked, “What role do you play?”

“Let’s go straight to ranked, I can play anything. We’ll see what the team needs.” David Thompson said, logging in and setting up his runes and masteries.

Samuel Reed exchanged a helpless glance with John Foster. They were both nervous—David Thompson’s mysterious confidence made them uneasy. “Mu-ge, which champions are you good at? John and I mainly play bot lane, but John can also play top.”

“Anything’s fine.” David Thompson was actually in a great mood. Even though the Wolf Team had gone their separate ways, playing with classmates was even more fun. He could finally make up for three years of regret. He had to admit, his mom was wise—if you can’t find a girlfriend, finding a few brothers is good too.

Samuel Reed and John Foster were feeling a bit crushed. This was basically doomed. Only elementary schoolers or kings would say something like that.

Maybe some really good players can play any role, but even the best in Ionia have a main role or at least a few main champions—at the very least, a preferred type.

Mu-ge was going to drag them down. Both of them could see the despair in each other’s eyes.

“How about… let’s just play one game. Ranked it is.” John Foster said weakly, “Mu-ge, we’re counting on you to carry us.”

But even John himself didn’t sound confident. Back in freshman year, when Class 16 organized a basketball team, David Thompson claimed he could play, but he couldn’t even dribble—he really only knew how to “shoot,” and whether it went in or not had nothing to do with him.

If possible, Reed wanted to hug John and cry for a while. They’d already lost more than 50 points today.

“Mu-ge, you go top, pick a tanky champ to play it safe.” Samuel Reed advised earnestly. Right now, 396 was missing a top and a mid. If David Thompson could go top, that’d be best; if not, John Foster would go top and David Thompson or Little White could support. He now truly understood what it meant to be a woodcutter with no axe.

The three of them picked their roles and started waiting to get into the game.

“Oh right. Little White, where’s our main jungler? When is she coming?” Samuel Reed asked.

Little White was still immersed in his love affair with the computer, and only after a while did he come back to his senses. “No idea, she said tonight. Lily has something to take care of.”

“Doesn’t she not know anyone in the country? Could she already have a boyfriend?”

“Maybe it’s an online friend?”

The guys were a bit hopeless, but Little White was expressionless as always, still fighting on. This o was different from what they’d imagined—he was playing Master Yi, a very cool champion. He liked Master Yi’s catchphrase: Focused mind can, willpower can shatter stone. Don’t let pride blind your eyes.

Watching Little White, who had already been dragged into the pit and was now completely addicted, the others also started their ranked games.

David Thompson was lucky and got first pick. The four people below him were all excited—of course, typing is never as fast as talking.

“Mu-ge, ban Zed, Gragas, and Lee Sin—” Samuel Reed’s words got stuck halfway, because on the screen, David Thompson had already banned Syndra, Katarina, and Quinn.

In ranked, there’s a ban phase where banned champions can’t be picked. This is to prevent so-called “OP” champions from breaking the game’s balance and to encourage players to expand their champion pool.

“Mu-ge, can you not mess around?” John Foster couldn’t help it anymore. David Thompson was using the so-called “123” ban method—this time it was the vertical 123, the three champions in the first column on the Chinese server’s page. It had nothing to do with skill, it was just for show.

David Thompson wasn’t doing it on purpose; it was just a habit, like using 123 as a password. He did the same thing during Wolf Team’s regular practice.

“Slipped, it’s fine, I got this.” David Thompson didn’t explain. One game and they’d know everything—no point saying more.

“Forget it, let’s focus and win one.” Seeing David Thompson’s calm eyes, Samuel Reed gave up.

“Bro, you’re really something, acting so cool. Let’s see you carry later.” said the mid laner with the ID “What Did Yordle Do Wrong.” He’d been chatting with another ID, “Qiao Yan,” who was clearly a girl.