Chapter 77
[The mid laner seems to be slacking off.]
The marksman played too aggressively; they should have been more conservative.
However, it's alright that he's the only one playing Gongsun Shangxiang so aggressively; this hero wouldn't be effective if you didn't play aggressively.
"That's true, you guys really can't pick the point. Their problem is that they're too cautious, you know?" Leng Zhi: "...?"
He paused for a moment, then sat up abruptly and quickly sent a question mark to the other end.
There was no response. The comments section was filled with cheerful praise for their "beautiful love story," leaving Li Yang completely bewildered.
What netizens don't know is that he knows the couple's contract inside and out, and there's absolutely no sweetness between them!
—But that's not necessarily true.
According to Li Yang's latest reasoning, President Jiang is very likely on the path to falling in love.
For example, Mr. Jiang would suddenly ask him where he could download the game "Di Yao," and he would also frequently call the housekeeper to inquire about Mr. Leng's whereabouts.
Yes, Mr. Leng seems to be away from home in the afternoons these days, but Xiao Mingzhe has been obediently waiting at home without making a fuss.
Leng Zhi didn't do anything else. After a tiring day, he needed plenty of sleep to replenish his energy.
After he fell into a deep sleep, the person beside him suddenly opened their eyes.
Jiang Yijing had trouble sleeping.
Unlike Jiang Yijing, Leng Zhi slept like a four or five-year-old human child, curling himself up like a shrimp, with a thin blanket covering his waist. After turning over a few times, he was kicked to his feet.
Jiang Yijing's heart skipped a beat as he watched the person in front of him roll around until they finally landed face to face with him.
However, Leng Zhi was just restless in his sleep and did not wake up. It was unknown what he was dreaming about, but judging from his expression, it seemed to be a sweet dream.
Jiang Yijing propped himself up and, by the moonlight, finally had a chance to look at Leng Zhi, who had completely let his guard down.
It's true... they didn't take any precautions at all.
Is he this at ease when he sleeps in the same bed with his friends?
This time, the target of the cold and sarcastic attack has changed; it seems to be a sasaeng fan who has barged into the variety show set.
The barrage of questions left the obsessive fan speechless and filled with shame, while the live chat was flooded with praise from viewers.
The video stopped at the last shot of the sasaeng fan.
The man in the baseball cap looked a little embarrassed: "Could you... scold me a couple more times?"
Jiang Yijing: "..."
How many more surprises are you hiding?
Lei Ling looked at the other half of the "green avocado" that had rolled out of the bucket at his feet, and had no intention of taking the step to reach out and scoop the child up. He simply stretched out his hand from afar, offering a helping hand: "Come on, Xixi, get up."
Leng Zhi looked at Xixi, who was kneeling on the ground and hadn't gotten up for a long time. Without thinking much, he walked over and helped the poor little thing up: "Look, your legs are all red."
Lei Ling's eyelids twitched. He couldn't care less about his germaphobia now. He quickly pulled Xixi from Leng Zhi's arms and acted as if he was crying: "Oh my god, baby, why don't you say that Uncle is really okay? Uncle will take you to put on some medicine, okay!"
"Luckily, a veterinarian is nearby. Kid, just bear with it for a moment, and a veterinarian will help you take care of it."
Lei Ling casually asked, "Where's the restroom? We might need to change our clothes."
Old Qi pointed outside: "Turn right when you go out, and it's a five-minute walk away."
Lei Ling: "..."
He had no desire to walk against the flow of people for five minutes wearing those damn pants; he'd rather be killed.
He could only anxiously hold Xixi's arm, saying, "It's alright, no rush. Let's help Xixi get her wound treated first. But can a veterinarian handle this? Can they treat people?"
Old Qi didn't even look at him: "Yes, and it's just a scrape. If there's a first-aid kit, I can do it too."
Lei Ling was speechless after being rebuked, so he obediently shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Leng Zhi: "..."
But Jiang Mingzhe followed him like a little bee. Although he didn't say a word, his eyes were filled with great longing, as if he had "Let's go together" written all over his face.
Leng Zhi: "..."
Leng Zhi followed at a distance behind the kindergarten group, not getting too close.
After the kindergarten group stopped on the pirate ship, he also stopped at the fountain square behind it.
The square was packed with visitors; it was a popular queue spot in the amusement park where tourists could line up to take photos with cartoon characters dressed in mascot costumes, making it a favorite.
When it was the last chance to grab coins, Jiang Mingzhe hesitated. He finally remembered that he had gotten carried away and taken all of his father's coins.
To reduce operating costs, the amusement park sets the claw of the claw machine to be very loose, but under cold operation, the claw is like a strong magnet, firmly clamping the doll.
The puppy plush toy rolled out of the exit and landed at Leng Zhi's feet.
He was already kneeling in front of the claw machine, so he could easily reach out and grab the plush toy without bending over.
Just as Leng Zhi was pondering how to fool Jiang Mingzhe after bringing the doll home, a shadow suddenly fell over his head.
These conflicting thoughts surged through Jiang Yijing's mind.
His gaze traced the other person's face, finally settling on their slightly parted lips.
For some reason, Jiang Yijing recalled the little red figure on his phone that day.
The little red figure on the screen quickly lifted the crimson veil and then quickly put it down again. He only had time to see the crimson lips and the blush on the cheeks.
Now, the bride is sleeping soundly beside him, wearing a silk nightgown.
"Are you really that comfortable with this?" he asked softly.
There was no response.
Leng Zhi even rolled over, kicking off the last piece of thin blanket covering her, and her pajamas were rubbed up, revealing half of her snow-white waist.
Jiang Yijing: "..."
He sighed softly, then resignedly pulled up the thin blanket that had been kicked to his feet and covered Leng Zhi with it.
Summer nights are not as hot as the days, so indulging in coolness is hard to say whether it's cute or willful.
As the thin blanket was draped over Leng Zhi's shoulders, a light kiss couldn't help but fall silently, pressing against Leng Zhi's spiky hair.
In the darkness, Xiao Jiang's smile carried the warmth of the evening breeze.
"Never mind, when you wake up, all of this will be real."
Leng Zhi was obviously not home. Ling Feng smiled: "Yes, President Jiang."
His favorite pastime is traveling and having fun. He has some knowledge of video games and even started a small indie game project last year, which earned him some money and fame. Under his intensive guidance, Jiang Yijing has also gained a basic understanding of the e-sports industry, which he had never been involved in before.
Jiang Yijing recalled the science popularization that Ling Feng had given her the night before last, and suddenly, an idea was born in her mind.
What if Leng Zhi went to manage an e-sports club?
He wasn't sure if Leng Zhi was really as passionate about variety shows as Jiang Wenzhuo claimed, but since he liked Diyao so much, why not... buy a club and let him manage it for fun?
This is a good idea; it's both surprising and within a reasonable bounds, without making him seem too presumptuous.
Jiang Yijing slammed his hand on the table, making the final decision:
"Since there are no e-sports variety shows, Secretary Li, go and arrange for an analysis report on the e-sports industry."
Meanwhile, Leng Zhi, who was completely unaware that he had been given a big gift, had just finished reviewing and analyzing the morning's training match.
"Okay, I've sent you some regular season game videos. I just watched them a few days ago. I'd like to hear your analysis next time we meet."
After arranging the afternoon training, he put down his phone and prepared to go upstairs to wake Jiang Mingzhe.
Jiang Mingzhe has been awake for a while now.
When Leng Zhi pushed open the door and entered, Jiang Wenzhuo was patiently teaching Jiang Mingzhe the game of cat's cradle.
This traditional way of playing games is rarely seen in elite kindergartens. Jiang Mingzhe watched with delight as his great-grandmother twirled various shapes in her hands.
He followed suit and soon the red string wrapped around his fingertips to form the Eiffel Tower.
"Little Mingzhe is so great." Jiang Wenzhuo gently pinched the little boy's cheek.
Jiang Mingzhe immediately raised both hands and turned to show Leng Zhi, who was standing at the door, as if presenting a treasure: "Dad, look, am I amazing!"
As Leng Zhi looked at the flower rope that Zai Zai was extending, he was reminded of his own childhood memories.
He spread his fingers, and Jiang Mingzhe gently hooked the taut rope in his hand a few times, following the movements he remembered.
The rope in his hand transformed into the shape of a five-pointed star.
Jiang Mingzhe's eyes widened: "Dad, you can do this too!"
Leng Zhi's image in his heart became invincible again. My God, is there anything Dad can't do!
After returning home from the amusement park, he saw the message in the team group chat: the start of the city tournament had been brought forward.
Although they were very confident in their abilities, every match and every opponent deserved respect, so Leng Zhi immediately arranged for the entire team to begin emergency training.
Since a suitable location has not yet been found, the training will be temporarily held at Xinxing Internet Cafe.
After learning that they were going to participate in the city competition, Boss Xu thoughtfully set up a small private room for them: "Good luck!"
Just like three years ago, they huddled in a corner of the internet cafe, debating the merits and demerits of strategies by analyzing the replays of training matches, and repeatedly refining their adaptation to the new game.
Leng Zhi sets aside a whole afternoon every day to participate in team training. In addition to that, he not only spends time with Jiang Mingzhe, but also sneaks into his study late at night to train until three or four in the morning.
Jiang Mingzhe's obedience has a reason—with the cooperation of Leng Zhi and Meng Cheng, Jiang Mingzhe can always become the squirrel king he loves during the day.
Only the most obedient squirrel king can get Leng Zhi to continue helping him score points.
After days of relentless training, the summer vacation has truly come to an end, with only two days left until LSG's first match.
On this early morning, while Leng Zhi and Jiang Mingzhe were still in the early morning slumber, the housekeeper received a phone call from Jiang's grandmother:
"I'm coming to see my dear Mingzhe today. Get ready, I'll be there soon."
That kid must be asleep... How could he possibly sleep!
Leng Zhi got up and went to the soundproof balcony, and started bombarding people with phone calls.
The children's conversation quickly expanded, and Jiang Mingzhe forgot about the unpleasantness, laughing non-stop as his friends amused him.
Leng Zhi felt his phone vibrate, took it out and saw that it was Zou Shu calling.
Zou Shu suddenly called; it must be because Yu Fu had some new information.
He quietly avoided the cameras and went to the balcony to answer the phone.
As soon as the call connected, Zou Shu quickly said, "Quick, check your email! I received an interview invitation from the team! It's for tomorrow!"
The phrase "[Divorce!]" that was just screaming in my head suddenly shrank, transforming into another little person praising the boss: "[He's actually a pretty nice guy!]"
Leng Zhi blushed at his own thoughts—how could he doubt President Jiang like that? He was clearly such an upright and honest boss!
Snow White rose from the crystal coffin, unaware of the unfathomable emotions in the prince's eyes behind her.
The next scene is the most ironic moment of the entire play, where the Queen asks the magic mirror again and receives the answer that the new Queen is the most beautiful. She is then forced by the prince to wear red-hot dancing shoes until her death.
The Queen led the other staff members in bowing to the audience:
"Thank you for your cooperation, everyone. Today's interactive show was a great success. We've recorded this special performance for you, and all audience members can take the videotape home to enjoy their children's performances!"
Leng Zhi came to his senses: How come there are still videotapes?
However, Jiang Yijing was faster. He snatched the gift box containing the videotape from the staff before Leng Zhi could and stuffed it into his pocket.
He remained calm, as if he hadn't managed to snatch anything at all: "Let's go."
Jiang Yijing was still savoring the performance she had just witnessed.
Honestly, Leng Zhi's reaction was so adorable, even more so than the clothes he was wearing.
Just a moment ago on stage, he really wanted to kiss her.
Jiang Yijing himself hadn't expected this thought; it was the first time in so many years that he had felt the urge to kiss someone.
But he knew that this kiss absolutely could not be missed.
It will definitely scare people away.
So Jiang Yijing suppressed his desires and instead placed a kiss on the crystal coffin using a camera angle.
Sure enough, there was an unopened email in my inbox, which very formally stated the time and location of the face-to-face training.
After a short rest at the hot spring hotel, the guests changed into dry clothes and went to attend the final awards ceremony.
Meng Cheng felt it was a bit unreal.
Or rather, the sounds of people over the past ten days have been shrouded in a dreamlike fog.
Unfamiliar family, unfamiliar profession, unfamiliar land—although the layout of the city here is not much different from the city before he transmigrated, everything has changed. The team base, the orphanage, his home... everything he was familiar with on the map has become something else.
Today at the Dreamland amusement park was the most relaxing day he'd had since leaving his job.
But it's hard to say that there isn't a bit of confusion behind this ease.
Despite being the team's star player, Meng Cheng is also one of the top three junglers in the league. In fact, he achieved the highest overall score among junglers in the playoffs two years ago.
Such achievements are due to the mutual help and support of his teammates, but even more so to his formidable individual strength.
However, it always takes time to make a comeback in an unfamiliar environment, and with the age restrictions of a new identity, the future is not clearly anchored.
At this critical juncture, the man in front of him, who bore a striking resemblance to the captain, had a smile playing on his lips:
"Don't just stand there, your milk tea is ready."
Milk tea? That's not important at all.
But Meng Cheng inexplicably felt at ease and listened to the other party, taking the Jie N Gui co-branded milk tea from the window.
Li Chi talked until his throat was dry in front of the camera, cursing the director a hundred times in his mind. When he saw the guests enter, his voice trembled with emotion.
"Now we've finally arrived at the exciting awards ceremony. This season's variety show has seen many unexpected situations, but thankfully our young guests are very resilient, overcoming all obstacles to reach the final day!"
"The production team has prepared a variety of game scenarios for everyone, from crawling mat challenges to food preparation, escape room haunted houses, little zookeepers, and today's slightly unexpected island storm. I believe the children have all grown a lot!"
"Regarding the unexpected storm that occurred on the island today, on behalf of the program team, I apologize to everyone. To express our apologies, the program team promises to donate half of its revenue to children's welfare organizations. In addition, the prize money will be doubled! The first place prize will be doubled from the original 2.5 million to 5 million, and so on!"
"Before revealing the final results, please let all the children share their closing remarks! Let's give them a round of applause!"
This was an unrehearsed segment, and the production team was delighted to receive four sharp comments from the child:
Jiang Mingzhe: "The nutritious meal wasn't tasty. Next time, we'll get something better!"
Duoduo: "I want to play more games! There aren't enough games!"
Youyou: "Snacks are too expensive."
Xiaoyu: "...Everyone has a point."
“I received it too, but it looks like a unified reply from the team manager. Yu Fu probably hasn’t seen us,” Leng Zhi said.
Zou Shu was somewhat disappointed: "Ah... how come this kid is so arrogant now? He's forgotten about his fathers now that he's rich!"
Leng Zhi patiently stirred the clams in the pot.
He used half a bottle of water to let the clams expel the sand before cooking them in the pot, and soon the aroma of clam soup filled the air.
Li Chi found it hard to believe.
Is this the same guy who made instant noodle pots in the cooking game a few days ago?
Actually, we should thank Zou Shu.
Jiang Mingzhe unexpectedly liked the takeout from Zou's small restaurant. Leng Zhi casually asked why, but Zou Shu started ranting about it:
"Damn, you don't know, my parents put more effort into cooking for Jiang Mingzhe than they do for the rest of the family. Just that clam soup they made at noon today, they made him spit out sand three times!"
"Really? Jiang Mingzhe does like it very much."
Zou Shu slapped his thigh: "Of course I like it! I prepared the dishes myself! I think we should just give up this restaurant and hire this family as chefs for President Jiang's family. Maybe they'll earn more than they do running the restaurant."
Amid Zou Shu's rambling, Leng Zhi was forced to learn how to make clam chowder—unexpectedly, the variety show on the last day came in handy.
Jiang Mingzhe took a sip: "It's not as good as it was yesterday at noon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Zhi gently tapped his head: "There's no seasoning, so be grateful you can even eat it."
He spoke with righteous indignation, as if he himself had made yesterday's clam chowder.
Leng Zhi said calmly, "We will see him tomorrow."
Zou Shu asked, puzzled, "How did you know? Did you guess?"
“No, since he’s going to build a team himself, he’ll definitely be the one to decide on the final roster,” Leng Zhi said confidently. “Even if Yu Fu makes a fortune, he won’t just leave things to others in esports.”
He didn't notice that there was a crack in the balcony door. The cameraman didn't follow him, but Lei Ling, who was eavesdropping, quietly approached from behind the curtains.
Lei Ling didn't hear everything clearly, but he caught a few keywords: "team, final selection, make money, e-sports?"
He suddenly realized. No wonder his cousin Lei Shen was being criticized because of e-sports; it turned out Leng Zhi was trying to capitalize on the popularity to build a team! It was definitely Jiang's capital pulling the strings behind the scenes!
When the fifth phone call came, Zou Shu was finally woken up from his sleep.
However, he was waiting for Leng Zhi's call back, so he wasn't annoyed at all.
"Captain, Captain! You're awake! Did you see the message I sent you?" The person on the other end was even more energetic than him.
Leng Zhi said, "Stop talking nonsense, where is Yu Fu?"
Zou Shu finally got back to the point: "I'm not really sure either, because I couldn't find any photos of this person online, but there are indeed a lot of coincidences. I've sent you the link."
A link to a Weibo post popped up on my phone.
I agree, especially the mid laner. He plays support-type mid laners every game, and I think he's more of a gimmick than a support.
Actually, the ones who truly carry the team are the jungler and marksman!
【LSG vs WRC】
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