Chapter 2
Yu Dun: "..." How does this person speak?
Due to some terrible experience, a bad picture suddenly appeared in Yu Dun's mind - the picture he saw in the super topic of Fengxing CP, which is famous in the e-sports world.
He actually clicked on it and foolishly adjusted the contrast and transparency as required. He was nearly scared to death.
"Fuck, I'm dead!"
“…”
There was no need for Qu Xing to post a job application on Weibo. Not long after he hung up the phone, the UNG manager called.
Before long, Qu Xing's phone was nearly flooded with messages. He flipped through it and was surprised to find that among all the messages, there wasn't a single one from the team he wanted to join.
—
"How about it?"
At the DL base, the head coach and the general manager were secretly talking outside the training room.
Although the World Championship has not yet concluded, the two have already begun planning the recruitment of players for next season. The plan is mainly aimed at Qu Xing, who is still on the hot search list and is being speculated about whether he will return to the court.
"..." The manager shook his head dejectedly. "I've asked several managers, but none of them agreed. Even UNG directly rejected it. It doesn't look like he wants to come back."
"Tsk." The head coach looked impatient. "I told you these people were exaggerating. Luckily I didn't ask you to call and embarrass yourself. Just a picture of someone skateboarding, and you insisted on saying they were coming back to play. You're crazy."
The manager sighed silently, looking at the wall opposite with a vicissitudes of life in his eyes.
After an unspecified amount of time in silence, he slowly took a drag on his cigarette and asked, "Why did he stop playing?"
“…”
A faint voice floated from the side.
"yes."
"Ling Yin?" Zhou Si suddenly turned his head.
When I turned around again, the coach was gone.
Ling Yin, the legendary god-like man, the world's number one mid laner Wind, known as the God of Wind, was leaning against the wall. He had a superior figure, a lazy and casual posture, and was inexplicably elegant. He looked like a large, exquisite figurine.
His eyes fell on the ground not far away, his long eyelashes drooped, and his profile showed some melancholy.
"Why doesn't he play anymore?"
"..." Zhou patted his shoulder as if to comfort him.
Ling Yin glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of the cigarette in Zhou Si's hand.
"I pinched it!" Zhou Si stood up and went to find a trash can.
Ling Yin: "It's okay."
He narrowed his eyes slightly in the light smoke: "Is he really not going to fight anymore?"
Zhou Si paused, leaned back, lowered his head to take a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled, and smiled: "Are you really sad that the little male god is not playing in the game?"
"Yeah," Ling Yin replied frankly, turning his head to look casually into the training room.
The training schedule had been quite heavy these past few days. He had originally just wanted to get some fresh air, but when he stumbled upon those two trending searches, he got a little excited.
"I've always felt that he would come to our DL one day." Ling Yin asked for the third time: "Could it be that he really doesn't want to fight anymore?"
It seems like he is really sad.
"Hey." Zhou Si pinched Ling Yin's shoulder vigorously: "Don't you have his WeChat? If not, ask him."
Ling Yin was suddenly stunned.
Oh, yeah. After a previous match, he couldn't resist asking Qu Xing for his WeChat number, but they never chatted.
He actually took out his phone, swiped it a few times, then looked up again, his eyes a little blank: "Why do you ask?"
Zhou Si: "Just ask him if he will come back to play in the game."
"Will you come back to play in the game?" A line of words had already been typed, and Zhou Si watched Ling Yin delete it again.
"what?"
Ling Yin's eyes were conflicted. "It's a bit rude to ask this as the first thing to say hello."
"Is it rash?" Zhou Si wondered when Ling Yin started to care whether his words were rash or not.
Ling Yin stared at the screen without saying a word.
Zhou Si: "Then you should say hello to him first."
"How do we fight?" Ling Yin asked seriously.
"Uh..." Zhou Si thought calmly for a long time, then slowly uttered two words: "...Are you there?"
Ling Yin: “…”
"Don't say such stupid things just for your own comfort in the future." Ling Yin said gently.
Zhou Si: “…” It started again.
Zhou Si felt that Ling Yin was simply a coward. In the end, he didn't say anything and turned back to the training room.
The S-League semifinals were held in Shanghai on November 12th, with DL facing the all-powerful Korean team EKN.
Last year they met in the finals, and DL lost in five games.
If DL wins today, they'll face another LPL team in the finals. If they lose, that LPL team will face EKN for the first time at Worlds.
"what to do--"
In the DL lounge, Xiao Shi was in tears and his hands were shaking with nervousness.
"Tsk, stop shaking!" The team's top laner, a tall and strong man, shook Xiao Shi's hand frantically, "If you keep shaking, you won't be able to play in the game."
"I can't control it!!" Xiao Shi howled, "Last year, even with Mori King as your AD carry, you still couldn't beat them. I can't do it either, wuwuwuwuwu."
"Don't let yourself down like that!" the top laner sneered. Judging from his appearance, he looked like a tribal thug who had just escaped from the forest, chasing people with a harpoon. "The Forest King's style of play doesn't suit us. You're definitely better than him."
That's how consolation works. But Xiao Shi had already recognized his own strength through his hard work in the LPL. If it weren't for his four world champion teammates holding him back, he would have already returned to the LDL.
Xiao Shi folded his hands and prayed: "Please ask God to give the Fourth Master another strong AD carry. I want to return to the second team."
Zhou Si raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and was about to give the kid some poisonous chicken soup. Suddenly, he heard a scream outside the door:
"Dazzling??!"
Dai who? ?
Everyone in the lounge turned their heads and looked out the door. They saw a white shadow flash past the door like lightning, then flash back two seconds later, clinging to the lounge door and squeezing in, closing it behind them.
“…”
Everyone looked at this man who was wrapped tightly from head to toe, with even his eyes uncovered, and fell into confusion.
It was Ling Yin who spoke first: "Dazzling?"
"Ah." The man was stunned for two seconds, then took off his mask and hat, revealing his shining and handsome hair color, with a few hairs sticking up messily.
"Hello, long time no see." Qu Xing smiled with his canine teeth showing, and said confidently: "I was used to walking there before, and I walked backstage without realizing it."
Everyone was in a daze: "So..."
Qu Xing didn't feel awkward about barging into someone else's lounge. His bright, star-like eyes scanned the area before locking onto Xiao Shi, whose fingertips were trembling slightly and whose gaze was dazed.
"Xiao Shi!" Qu Xing approached and said to him, "Don't be nervous. Come on, you can do it."
"Idol..." Xiao Shi was stunned, no longer caring about whether he was nervous or not: "Can I have a match with you..."
"Wind God!"
Qu Xing didn't hear Xiao Shi's whisper at all. He turned to look at Ling Yin with his little white teeth showing.
He put his hands on Ling Yin's shoulders and shook him: "Still so handsome."
Ling Yin had never been so close to Qu Xing before. He stared at Qu Xing's face as if in a dream: "You..."
"Xixi, hello, come on, come on."
"King Wei, come on."
Qu Xing turned around cheerfully and hurriedly put his mask and hat back on: "I'm leaving now. The camera will be here soon."
The ignored top laner, Le Anyi, had forgotten that they weren't actually familiar with Qu Xing and shouted angrily, "Why didn't you say hello to me?"
"Come on, Le Shen!" Qu Xing said without turning his head, stuck his head out to look around, and then ran away.
Two reporters followed behind.
“…”
Everyone felt like they were in a dream, and the lounge was silent for what seemed like a century.
"Dazzling just came to our lounge, right?" Le Anyi said in a daze.
"yes."
"He... is coming to watch our game?"
"That should be it." Zhou Si felt his toes itchy and wanted to follow after them, but he suppressed it.
"My idol is coming to see me compete?" Xiao Shi's eyes lit up, his fighting spirit high: "I must perform well!"
“…”
Zhou Si turned his head and saw Ling Yin belatedly turned off the screen of his phone - the wallpaper was a photo of Qu Xing.
This guy is the ultimate fanboy… no, fanboy.
Qu Xing finally shook off the reporters and sat down. He nervously rubbed his head, making sure not a hair had been revealed. Just in case, he tugged at his coat and hat.
Forget about his hair, if he even had a single hair showing on his body, he'd lose. If anyone could still recognize him, he'd just do a 360-degree flip across the stadium, grab Xiao Shi's mouse, and start fighting...
Just as I was thinking about it, the commentator's voice echoed throughout the venue.
"Welcome everyone to the League of Legends World Championship semifinals. Today's match is between the all-star team EKN, who have dominated all major leagues for the past two years, and our LPL powerhouse team DL."
"Yes, there's still a while left. Let's talk about today's game later," another commentator said anxiously. "Just got news that a certain LPL big shot who disappeared for half a year has appeared backstage. I wonder if it's true."
Qu Xing froze.
"Ah, that should be true. I heard he broke into the DL's lounge."
"According to insiders, he used his godlike hands to touch each of the five DL players one by one. I wonder if he could impart some mysterious power to DL."
Backstage, Le Anyi angrily said, "Bullshit! He didn't touch me!"
Narrator: "I think he should be sitting in the audience listening to us right now. Cameraman, please help us find him."
Qu Xing: “…” What are you looking for when you’re playing in the World Championship?
"How do you find so many people?"
"The one who covered it the most tightly must be it."
The audience next to Qu Xing suddenly turned their heads when they heard this.
Even through two layers of hats, Qu Xing could feel the man's gaze gradually becoming hotter.
"If Dazzling is really watching..." The person in the center of the big screen commentary booth paused for a second, then suddenly lifted his legs and climbed onto the table. "On behalf of all LPL fans, I'm begging Daisy to come back and play soon!!!"
"Hey hey hey!" The two people beside him laughed and pulled him back: "Pay attention to stop Brother Feng! Okay, let's get back to today's game! Speaking of DL's opponent today, we have to be vigilant. This is a team with absolute dominance, a historic gap in strength..."
"Daisy?" The person with burning eyes beside her called out weakly.
Qu Xing: “…”
"Daisy? Daisy? Is that you? Say something." The guy kept shouting, and was about to attract the attention of everyone around him.
"I'm back. I'll go downstairs and sign with DL after the game." Qu Xing leaned over and said quickly, "Don't talk, brother. They'll all surround me and delay my rush to the Fourth Master."
The person being called "brother" was visibly taken aback. He hesitated for a long time before turning back, suppressing his excitement.
The commentator was still talking about how strong DL's opponents were today and how difficult it would be to beat EKN. After the players finally took the stage, the guy turned around and said, "You're not kidding me, are you?"
"Tsk." Qu Xing nudged him, then put his arm around his shoulder like a good friend, saying sincerely, "I promise I'm not lying to you—you recognized me, and I've seen you before, so we're half friends, right? Don't scream, don't let anyone recognize me. Cover for me later, I'll definitely go to DL to apply for a job as soon as the game is over."
His good friend was stunned. He hadn't expected to become friends with the legendary Dazzling on their first meeting. He was overwhelmed with joy and delight, as if a great mission had been bestowed upon him. He immediately became serious. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Dai! If anyone can stop you today, I'll take your last name!"
Qu Xing turned his head quickly: "My last name is not Dai."
“…”
The first game went unexpectedly smoothly.
The game had just reached the 24th minute and the DL team had already reached the high ground of EKN.
Lan Feng was almost standing on the table again: "It's time for a wave! Feng Shen is harassing him like crazy in the front, but he just won't die! Xiao Shi's output position is very good! Triple kill! Quadruple kill! Team wipe!!!"
"Could it be that the Great Demon King really has passed on some kind of mysterious power to DL? In the past two years, no team has ever been able to defeat EKN in this way."
"Congratulations to DL for winning the first game in this semi-final!"
Qu Xing vaguely heard the sound of champagne being opened at halftime, "LPL has secured the world championship," "The finals are a civil war"...
He shrank back at the seething sound and buried his face in his collar.
The reason why EKN is called the perfect team is that it is composed of five perfect geniuses. They have no fixed style and can attack or defend, advance or retreat. They have a very strong ability to adjust. A failure cannot defeat them.
But in DL, only Ling Yin is perfect.
In the second game, EKN won back with the same sweeping attitude, and the score was 1-1.
"Daisy."
“…”
"Daisy."
“…”
"Daisy!"
Tsk.
Qu Xing turned his head and gestured to him.
"Do you think DL can win?"
“…”
Qu Xing turned his head back to the commentator, who was deciding the next round's lineup and still had high hopes for DL's victory. He paused in a quiet moment and uttered a single word:
"able."
Sooner or later you will win.
This guy was relieved. He watched with great anticipation as the DL team took the field again, only to watch helplessly as DL's bottom lane was bombed at the start of the game, with three players dying in a row. Growing increasingly powerless amidst the constant intrusions, their AD was practically rendered useless after being caught, their jungler was completely out of their rhythm, their mid tower was pushed, their jungle vision was completely lost, and they didn't even get to grab Baron, with three players dying...
The game reached thirty minutes.
Qu Xing could clearly sense that his friend, who had been so hopeful just half an hour ago, was now stunned, his legs shaking. On the big screen, the economic gap between the two teams had reached 5,000 gold. The equipment on both sides was completely out of level. DL was practically shattered against EKN with a single blow.
Lan Feng said sadly, "DL can't take this dragon fight. I think they'll have to drag it out a bit longer until the late game to have the strength to fight EKN."
However, for some reason, the DL team was slowly clearing the line in the middle river, obviously determined to take on this little dragon group.
The five EKN players gathered together, took the lead in occupying the dragon pit, and started to attack the dragon without hesitation. The DL bottom lane team took the opportunity to push the middle tower, and only three people came over and stood in an extremely dangerous position to harass EKN.
When the little dragon's health dropped to one-third, two TPs suddenly lit up at the dragon pit. At the same time, the three people near the dragon pit gradually moved towards a more dangerous position.
"What do you mean?! Is DL trying to steal the dragon? Blaze seems to think so! The three of them poke EKN's five people so hard that they can't fight back. They have to retreat a little, but I feel like we can't steal it this time!! Even if we do, if everyone dies, the game will be over in one wave!!"
"Wind is still pushing forward, it's very dangerous! Blaze is ready to grab the dragon at any time. Here it comes..." Lan Feng suddenly shouted, "I got it! But what should I do next! Wait a minute... Oh my God! Wind God!!!!!"
The jungler was seen getting the dragon and falling into EKN's encirclement. The moment he activated his golden body, Ling Yin dodged several skills with script-like movements, and rushed into the five-man formation like a fearless god of death. His ultimate skill hit all five members of EKN. At the same time, the top laner followed closely to control the opponent, and the bottom lane duo TPed to the ground to output damage.
"EKNAD was killed instantly! The support is also dead. There are only three people left, and the Wind God is only at the bottom of his health. He's still struggling! He escaped! The remaining four people's health is not very good and they are struggling on the side. This won't work. The equipment gap is too big. EKN can fight three against five in his current state!"
Lan Feng: "The Wind God ate a fruit and came back, he flashed up!!"
"He sacrificed his life to kill EKN's biggest C!"
The venue erupted in cheers.
The remaining two players were easily defeated. The four DL players quickly surrounded and intercepted the remaining two, completing the team wipe. Then, the four of them directly pushed the middle lane together, ending the game in a single wave at the fastest speed, completing the comeback from adversity and taking match point.
The camera focuses on Ling Yin, the biggest contributor to the comeback.
The moment the delicate face, like a human figure, was magnified, the venue erupted in screams that had nothing to do with the content of the game.
Ling Yin must have heard it. He glanced up at the camera, stirred up another commotion, then lowered his eyes and stood up. Qu Xing could see his slender figure clearly without looking at the screen. He was a little distracted.
Why is his walking posture so beautiful?
"Oh my god, you got it all right. I was so fucking scared at first. You're so right, Goddess Dai."
Qu Xing came back to his senses: "..."
"My last name isn't Dai."
"...Oh, Star God."
"And the next one is a bit uncertain." Qu Xing said.
"ah?"
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