League of Legends: Reborn in Season 3, Tuning the Entire League

Chapter 2: Selling cakes and the team!
At the end of 2012, the League of Legends instructional video market was a golden land waiting to be developed.

Compared to the later flood of homogenized strategy guides, the current player community was in a frenzy of rank worship. Combat power stats hung like medals next to their IDs, and people stayed up all night in internet cafes just to reach the gold frame. Even couples' breakups might be explained by a simple excuse: "Sorry, your rank isn't good enough for me."

Jiang Ming, who is well versed in the rules of this barbaric era, has a very methodical video plan.

The instructional video must be kept to around 28 minutes and 17 seconds (which happened to be the maximum length for a certain cool ad-free video at the time).
The opening sequence must include at least three low-health counter-killing shots (preferably with a comedic effect of the enemy flashing and crashing into a wall)
Each issue must contain at least one meme (such as the rank contempt chain between "Child Robbery" and "Naruto Robbery")
For example, the Zed teaching video he is editing at the moment can be regarded as the epitome of early traffic codes: at the beginning, he released three consecutive tower dives and kills - the enemy's defense tower seemed to have become a charging station for Zed, comparable to the previous crime.

Interspersed with close-ups of the loading interface of his own 2300-point account (the rank score was directly displayed on the loading interface at the time), when explaining the W skill, he suddenly inserted a weird voice-over of "Look carefully, this man is called Xiaoshuai".

Although there is no assistance from the Deep Blue system, for people who have experienced the era of Internet explosion, it is not difficult to become a high-quality LOL teaching video blogger.

In addition to his advantage of foresight, Jiang Ming's hero explanation videos are often N times faster than those of other bloggers. Sometimes, when a new hero is just launched, other bloggers are still familiarizing themselves with it and collecting materials, but his teaching videos have been uploaded to the Internet the next day.

Efficiency is secondary. Jiang Ming also has the title of a high-ranking player. When players are looking for teaching videos, they often take the rank of the video producer into consideration. After all, the persuasiveness of gold and silver-ranked materials is far less powerful than the competition between the top players in the national server. This also makes Jiang Ming's video playback volume far ahead in the LOL new hero teaching section.

The video playback volume is guaranteed, and the sales volume of goods in stores in the era of the rise of online shopping is naturally not low.

"Well, we're finally almost done recording!"

I have edited countless videos during this period. Practice makes perfect. Now I just need to finish recording the post-production dubbing, and the rest of the work will not take long.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Ming rubbed his shoulders and looked out the window. The streets were empty. It was already early morning and there were no stars or moon. Only the occasional passing car broke the silence. He turned to look at Adobe Premiere Pro on his computer, checked it one last time to make sure everything was correct, clicked Save, and then logged into his video website account to upload them one by one.

"Done, just wait for the next wave of orders to come."

He turned off the computer at the speed of light, and with a light kick of his feet, the gaming chair with rollers slid out of the young man's seat.

“Tsk… ah!”

He stretched hard and let out a very comfortable sigh.

You have to have the tough body of an 10 or -year-old. I started collecting materials at a.m. and continued until p.m., and then I continued to play videos for four or five hours. If I were to use the body I had in my previous life, I would probably have to lie in bed all day tomorrow and still not be able to recover.

Oh no, if this were my previous life's body, I wouldn't be able to edit the video after playing a whole day. I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to find my mouse after playing a few games...

Young is good!
Jiang Ming, who knew that the body was the capital of revolution, moved around on the spot for a long time, jumping and dancing to relieve his physical fatigue as much as possible.

After the feeling of tiredness almost disappeared, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Seeing that the time on the mobile phone screen was almost reaching 23pm, I opened the address book and dialed a number called Zhang Chaofan.

"Hey, buddy, is it the same as usual tonight?"

On the other end of the phone, an extremely rough middle-aged man's voice came.

Jiang Ming blinked, "Fried rice as usual, six servings, and an extra cold dish."

"Okay!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ming picked up his coat from the hanger, walked out of the room and headed towards an old-style tube building not far away.

……

I came to the narrow iron rolling door, took out the key from my bag, and with a shrill sound, the rusty lock was finally opened.

Jiang Ming pushed open the rusty iron door. The voice-activated lights lit up one after another as he walked, but they flickered twice before going out again. "Damn it, landlady, you're going to die if you change the lights!"

Behind the door was a staircase that was so narrow that even two people walking side by side would find it very narrow. Glancing at the unlit second floor, Jiang Ming had no choice but to use the light from his cell phone screen as a flashlight and walk towards the basement.

A narrow staircase extended downwards. The white paint on the walls had turned yellow and peeled off. The air was filled with a musty smell mixed with the peculiar dampness of the underground.

There were traces of spray paint on the basement wall saying "Certificate Application 136xxxx", and in the corner were three boxes of Youchen meat floss pancakes - they were both the online store's inventory and the team members' usual strategic food reserves.

The five large-butt monitors in the room emitted a faint blue light, reflecting the mottled S2 World Championship poster on the wall.

The water dispenser in the corner is performing its classic repertoire: making a tractor-like roar as it heats up.

Several young people sat in front of the computer, staring at the screen intently, their fingers typing on the keyboard quickly, and the sound of mouse clicks came one after another.

"Fuck, Lao Zhang, you're teleporting here. Are you staying here to have children?"

"Save me, save me! This dogecoin has a grudge against me and is targeting me."

"Stop barking, stop barking, you're barking like a dog every day. The enemy team can always enter your jungle, and you won't resist!"

"Ahhh, don't miss the knife, brother. If you miss such a big cannon, you might as well let me eat it!"

"..."

“Charge, charge, charge…wave after wave!”

What he could hear was the players' communication sounds that were 100% Chinese quintessence. He felt a little helpless, but he also knew that it would be difficult to ask the players of this era to completely change their unique way of communication in a short period of time.

The small room in front of him is Jiang Ming’s e-sports empire.

That’s right, just like a certain Dong Baiwan, after earning some meager money by selling cakes, Jiang Ming also chose to start his own e-sports team.

Top laner: norsha, jungler: stone, mid laner: yihan, AD: sorry, support: door.

These five people were the players he recruited in advance from the high-ranking players in the national server. The average rank score per person was around 2200. It was a pity that he failed to recruit one or two talented star players from the original world track.

"Brother Ming!"

"Boss!"

"Ah Ming...Brother Ming!"

The players who finished a rank game took off their headphones. Perhaps because they were keeping their eyes and ears open, the sharp-eyed jungler noticed his boss walking in and stood up nervously.

The others were also brought back to reality from the game by the jungler's call, and they all greeted him.

"Um……"

Ok?
Jiang Ming frowned slightly when he suddenly smelled a pungent smell.

As he got closer, he scanned the room with his sharp eyes, and soon, a few half-burned cigarette butts in the trash can in the corner came into view.

(End of this chapter)