LPL History

Chapter 27: Ruofeng stares in disbelief as LeBlanc slays IG players; Sun Gou flees to the outhouse, losing his coaching position in anguish.
WE Training Room.

Zhou Li stared dumbfounded at the exploding crystal on the other side.

It's not a big deal if Zizai directly gives up the tower and doesn't get a pentakill.

He never expected that the other party would actually click on it.

Logically, in order to avoid leaving a record of the game, shouldn't the players simply agree to quit the game?
Zhou Li thought about it and realized that 2012 was the beginning of the professionalization of League of Legends in China.

The team's management and operations were a complete mess.

Smiling, he stared at the victory screen in a daze for a long time.

He then let out a long sigh of relief.

When he died suddenly in the last wave, Weixiao subconsciously felt that it was all over.

After all, before this, almost all of WE's damage output came from him.

If you die, it's basically assumed that the team fight is doomed.

But as he watched Zhou Li toy with the IG team in the jungle, and even forced Zz1tai to give up the tower and be wiped out, WeiXiao felt a sense of unreality.

It turns out I don't need to work my ass off to carry the team to win.

"Awesome, awesome."

Strawberry looked on with a sense of wonder and was still marveling.

The only pity was that his Olaf had developed quite well this game, but Zhou Li wiped out everyone without giving him any room to make a move.

However, this was also the most comfortable game he had played in a while.

Looking at the three wolves he hadn't finished fighting yet, Brother Dao said sarcastically:
"This guy is supposed to be a prodigy mid laner? This mid laner is fucking terrible."

He had barely finished speaking when the training room door was practically kicked open.

Ruofeng appeared at the door, looking travel-worn.

At this moment, Smile and Strawberry were still immersed in the aftertaste of the previous game, appearing somewhat dazed.

IF is still thinking about his cilantro.

Ruofeng's gaze swept over everyone, and he knew immediately—

In this kind of atmosphere, they've definitely lost.

Furthermore, when he reached the door, he vaguely heard Dao Ge say, "This mid laner is fucking bad," so he pretended to say something:

How were the practice matches?

A confident and composed smile graced his face as he walked, saying:
"It's just a training match, so what if we lose? Training matches are for us to find problems and improve ourselves."

Ruofeng placed his hand on Zhou Li's shoulder.

"How's it going, Xiao Zhou? Have you experienced the harshness of professional competition? Don't be discouraged, keep trying, I believe in you..."

Ruofeng's voice grew softer and softer until it finally stopped in his throat.

Because he saw the dazzling Victory on the Zhou Li screen.

"Uh...we won?"

Zhou Li clicked "Confirm" and returned to the settlement screen.

The 11-0-0 score of the Enchantress almost blinded Ruofeng.

He ignored Ruofeng and instead interacted with IG in his room.

At this moment, silent indifference is the greatest blow to Ruofeng.
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IG training room.

PDD lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and ended up sucking directly into the mouthpiece.

Seeing the stats of the Demoness that made her look like she was playing against bots, he angrily started slamming his keyboard.

"Damn it, if you're going to open this shop today?"

And Ruochu quickly responded to him.

"Hehe, sorry, I've never turned it off."

"Boom!"

The table was slammed shut by PDD.

PDD slapped himself across the face.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have asked him. That bastard got away with it again."

He covered the back of his head and squatted down to the side looking aggrieved.

"Um... I knew something was off today, turns out it's open."

PDD's disdainful gaze swept over the bare upper body.

"Bro, I really suggest you quit playing professionally. Your brain is like your breasts, both sagging like rotten." Zitai's face turned red.

"I've actually figured it out. The reason we lost was because of our minion wave management..."

Xiaoxiao chimed in, dissatisfied:

"Fine, you didn't win, but in the last wave you gave a damn false report, making us chase after a clone!"

"You can't blame me for that..."

His posture resembled that of a 200-pound ten-year-old child who had been bullied.

"There are two people under their tower, one is LeBlanc, and the other is also LeBlanc..."

Xiaoxiao wanted to criticize Zita a few more times, intending to shift all the blame onto Zita alone, but the training room door was also kicked open.

IG's team manager, efeng, stood outside the door with a gloomy expression.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!"

He stormed in.

"Who told you to surrender?!"

The group of people were all stunned for a moment.

Xiaoxiao awkwardly began to speak:
"If we don't attack, Big Nose will get a pentakill..."

"So what if he got a pentakill?!" efeng exclaimed, sounding exasperated. "If you guys don't comment, how will anyone know he got a pentakill?!"

efeng slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Right now, Baidu Tieba, Duowan Box Forum, PLU Game Media—any community or forum related to LOL is full of screenshots of LeBlanc's 11-0-0 score!! WE fans are already fucking ecstatic and have changed their pants three times, and you guys are still sitting here with your legs crossed, smoking cigarettes!"

The five members of IG were all stunned.

At the time, they were only thinking about preventing Big Nose from getting a pentakill and showing off.

Unexpectedly, it seems they now want to make the big-nosed guy have even bigger breasts.

Efeng looked around the training room and questioned:
"Where is your coach?!"

PDD scratched his head awkwardly.

"I don't know, he probably went to take a dump."

"He wasn't there at all during the entire practice match?!"

The IG players remained silent.

IG's base wasn't very big to begin with, and perhaps hearing the noise coming from the training room, IG's coach finally came over.

"Efeng, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Where were you while they were playing practice matches?"

The IG coach looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Uh, I went to take a dump."

efeng was furious.

"You took twenty minutes to poop, huh? From now on, you'll be spending your days with the toilet! Remember this: starting today, you're no longer IG's coach, you're fired!"

The IG coach was taken aback, and then he lost his temper.

"Are you fucking crazy? It's just a scrim, is it really necessary? I'm IG's coach, and you fire me just because we lost a scrim? Who the hell do you think you are!"

Upon hearing the other party's words, Efeng was so angry that he laughed.

"What the hell am I? And what the hell are you?!"

"I searched on Baidu for two hours, and I still couldn't find your coach's name!"

The IG coach was taken aback.

"Can't find my name?"

"If you don't believe me, go search it up yourself. Look at WE, why is it that besides the players, Joker, as the coach, is well-known? Look at you? Why doesn't anyone know you? You're always squatting in the toilet, who the hell knows you?"

The IG coach's expression turned serious.

He pointed at efeng and said fiercely:

"You want to fire me? No problem."

"But I'll tell you my name today, I'm not going to change my name!"

My name is—

"Sun Xiaochuan!"

(End of this chapter)