I'm a platinum-level author, so what if I play professionally?

"This jungler is 0-5-0 in 30 minutes? Is he even human? I could play better than him in lane."

Wang Ke, standing behind Song Wen, couldn't help but speak up.

With only fifteen minutes left until the final settlement, Song Wen encountered a troll in the last crucial ranked match, and he was clearly in a bad mood.

After all, the difference between the 10th and 11th place in the Chinese server is only one place, but it's like the difference between 199 LP in Diamond and 0 LP in Master, or 99.8 yuan and 101.2 yuan – the feeling is completely different.

Most importantly, under normal circumstances, Song Wen could have easily won this game.

"It's alright," Song Wen said, though his mood wasn't high and his mind was completely focused on the game. But his sharp tongue had muscle memory. "You might not even play as well as him. The only difference between you and him is that he did it on purpose, while you did it unintentionally."

"You deserve it! I'm defending you and you still swore at me. Why don't you go and criticize that actor?"

"Guess why my livestream got banned?"

As Song Wen spoke, he pressed the Enter key.

In the bottom left corner of the chat box, there were countless greetings from Song Wen to the other party.

"This film crew has been disgusting me for a long time. They've been watching me crash my car and demanding protection money from me. Otherwise, they've threatened to make sure I never make it into the top ten in my life."

Upon hearing Song Wen's words, Wang Ke spoke up:

"Actually, there's not much difference between tenth and eleventh."

Song Wen executed a series of skillful maneuvers, taking down the opposing mid-laner.

"There wasn't much difference, really. But I couldn't swallow that insult. In 2012, I took the high-speed train to South Korea in economy class for a competition. Guess what the first thing the Koreans said to me was? They said, 'You must be very rich!' Back then, in the eyes of the Koreans, Chinese people couldn't even afford computers, let alone understand games. So they didn't take us seriously at first. But halfway through the game, they realized they couldn't win, and they started unplugging our internet. Whenever we gained an advantage, the network would have problems. In one match, those stupid Koreans unplugged my internet five times!"

"But I'm stubborn. The more you don't want me to win, the more I want to win! Later, I camped their fountain and pounded them for three minutes! Three minutes wasn't my limit, it was because they surrendered!"

"In 2013, the Korean professional league was developing rapidly. I was earning a salary of 2,500 yuan in the newly established LPL, and I lifted my second World Championship trophy in Los Angeles!"

"2014..."

"2015..."

"In 2016, nobody thought I could achieve a six-peat and win my sixth trophy, but I did it anyway! I'm a six-time champion! Do you think I have to pay protection money to get into the top ten in the Chinese server?!"

Wang Ke listened silently to Song Wen's story. Only then did he realize that the words he had casually written down were Song Wen's most genuine and profound feelings.

"And we've also agreed that you'll be in charge of writing the novel, and I'll help you get into the top ten in the national server. Based on past experience, your abilities improve with each rank advancement. I'm not sure if tenth and eleventh are different ranks even among the same player, but I'll try my best if possible!"

"Alright, bro," Wang Ke glanced at the time; there were still thirteen minutes until midnight. "You're right. If there's a possibility, we should try."

He sat down in his seat, opened the author's backend, and then his two fingers flew across the keyboard, creating afterimages, as he began to type furiously!

[Chapter 22: Top 10 in the Chinese Server at 11:59 PM!]

Wang Ke thought for a moment and then added a sentence after the title.

[(S7 Champion Prediction Included)]

With only a little over ten minutes left until the final season ended, Song Wen's situation in his last qualifying match was far from optimistic.

[At first, their jungler would throw the game, but he quickly realized that even if he did nothing and it was a 4v5 situation, Song Wen's blue team had already gained a huge advantage.]

[Under the director's instructions, the blue team's jungler began to frequently create opportunities, orchestrating several major plays before his teammates noticed his mistake, dragging the game into a quagmire.]

After his teammates noticed the jungler's problem, the jungler started blatantly feeding.

The director on the red team even directly told Song Wen, "Unless you pay protection money, you can forget about ever making it into the top ten in the national server."

At 11:54 PM, Wang Ke finished typing the last line and immediately pressed publish.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Brother, it's burned out."

Wang Ke's novels have inevitably seen a decline in popularity recently, but because of his previous prophetic predictions, most readers are simply too lazy to read his daily chapters and haven't directly removed the novels from their bookshelves.

After Wang Ke updated the page this time, readers immediately became excited upon seeing the title.

The S6 World Championship has only just ended, and people are already predicting the S7 World Championship winner?

This is outrageous!

With this in mind, countless people clicked on Wang Ke's novel, and many even turned to the last page.

Due to time constraints, Wang Ke's chapter is very short; readers barely flip through three or four pages before reaching the end.

The last page read—

At 11:57 PM, Song Wen's Zed risked his life, using a blind spot in the jungle to draw the fire of all five members of the red team. He then used his ultimate, which he used to reset his ultimate, to instantly kill the enemy's key carry. At the same time, Song Wen's other three teammates rushed in, and this 4v5 team fight resulted in a 1-for-5 exchange! The blue team immediately pushed forward and destroyed their base at 11:59 PM. In the last minute of the post-match settlement, Song Wen also broke into the top ten of the national server rankings.

[Subsequently, Song Wen joined a professional esports team and successfully became the 2017 League of Legends World Championship winner!]

Netizens were completely bewildered when they saw Wang Ke's last post.

Subsequently, both the chapter reviews and book reviews were immediately met with enthusiastic greetings from readers.

【? ? ? 】

[If this isn't your mother's, what is it?]

[You fucking sent out an outline?]

[I came here to check the champion predictions, but who is this Song Wen?]

[Holy crap, only 500 words in a chapter? Are you even human?]

[Even 500 words is pure garbage!]

[What the hell is this S7 champion prediction? They lured me in here to kill me!]

Thank goodness it's still free! Seriously, I'm impressed.

[I'd believe you if you wrote that Uzbekistan won, but who is Song Wen anyway?!]

Wang Ke glanced at the comments and was somewhat relieved that his book hadn't been made available for purchase yet. Right now, he was just getting some criticism. If it had been made available, readers would probably have called the consumer hotline (12315).

However, he no longer had time to read the comments, because the real time was already 11:57 PM!