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

Sensing Song Wen's anger, Wang Ke gave an awkward smile.

"Well... when it comes to taking the field, it all comes down to timing, location, and the right people. I don't think it's the right time yet. You know, usually the main character takes the field at a critical moment when the team's survival is at stake, and then the main character descends like a god to save the team from dire straits."

Song Wen stared at Wang Ke with disdain.

"You're just a coward. I know you too well. You only know how to hide in dark, damp corners and act aggressively. You're like a rat in the gutter."

"Who the hell are you calling a rat, you arrogant idiot?!"

Seeing Wang Ke erupt in anger, Song Wen, unusually, didn't argue with him this time, but simply sighed with a complicated expression.

"Actually, I wasn't joking with you just now. Losing the game is extremely painful for me. You have no idea how humiliating it is for a six-time champion to lose to a third-rate team from the LPL. Sometimes, when I'm lying in bed late at night, my tears soak my pillow. I even often wonder what the point of living such a miserable life is. Maybe I should just give up..."

"Alright, bro, stop acting. I never wrote any sentimental scenes for you. It'll just look awkward on you."

Song Wen roared, "How can you be so stubborn? Sometimes I really don't understand you. So many opportunities are right in front of you, but you just watch them slip away!"

"Is it possible that it's just because I'm an ordinary person?"

Wang Ke spoke in a flat tone.

"I'm different from you. I don't like crowds, I don't like stages, I don't like the spotlight. I get nervous and scared. I also don't have the energy you have. Daily review sessions, training, and writing already leave me exhausted. I don't have the energy to be a professional player. And frankly, playing professionally and winning championships has always been your dream. I just want to write a novel with 500,000 average daily subscriptions!"

Upon hearing Wang Ke's words, Song Wen remained silent for a long time.

He stood up, walked towards the door, and then stopped.

"You're talking nonsense. If winning the championship is my dream, then it should be your dream too, because this dream was given to me by you from the very beginning. And—"

"If winning the championship is a dream, with your abilities, writing a novel with 500,000 average subscriptions is just a pipe dream."

Watching Song Wen turn and leave, Wang Ke grumbled a few words to express his dissatisfaction.

Then one of them started to space out.

In fact, he can play anytime he wants.

Now, he is in charge of everything related to the players and the games for the Snake team.

Whether Wang Ke decides who plays or who plays on the bench, it's all up to him.

But he wasn't lying either.

Like any ordinary person, Wang Ke, who was used to a comfortable life, could foresee the huge risks hidden behind such a grand stage, and he would naturally back down.

What if you're just a master player and get completely outplayed on the field?

I'm already 23 years old, is there really any room for advancement in the future?

If he were to actually play, he would need to spend even more energy on training and ranking. Would he really have enough energy?

Now that I've at least secured my position as an analyst and maintained my performance, Zhu Kai, that guy pretending to be a coach, will eventually hand over the head coach title to me. If I rashly go to the game and perform poorly, will I even lose my core team?

Because he is an ordinary person, he will weigh more factors and have more concerns. Even if he has missed too many "opportunities" in his past life because of his hesitation, he may sometimes muster up the courage to seize the "opportunity" in his hands, only to find that it is a "trap" when he gets closer to it.

Ordinary people always encounter setbacks in their lives, but novel protagonists do not.

Wang Ke opened his phone, looked at his contacts, and fell silent.

Even after the phone screen went dark, Wang Ke looked at the face on the screen. He hadn't shaved for just a few days, and stubble was already sprouting from under his skin like weeds.

"I know I'm no longer a hot-blooded 17 or 18-year-old."

"But, I mean, in case—"

"..."

"Now I'm the main character, right?"

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2017, April 3.

Shanghai Zhengda Plaza.

From the stands, gasps of surprise rose in succession, proving the intense tension of the situation on the field.

Backstage, Zuo Wu and Zhu Kai watched the live stream nervously, their legs trembling.

At this moment, the game has reached the 37th minute, and Snake is fighting WE for the crucial Baron.

From the commentary booth, Miller couldn't contain his high-spirited shouts.

"SaoFen wanted to try his luck in the dragon pit! But he failed to steal the dragon! And O-Emperor made a positioning mistake here, and 957 seized the opportunity! Eh! O-Emperor! Even with both summoner spells still available, he was instantly melted!!"

Zuo Wu abruptly threw the folder in his hand to the ground and couldn't help but curse:

"What's going on here? Why is he sticking so close to Song Wen?! This has even forced Song Wen to use his Flash!"

Wang Ke spoke calmly:

"You chose Emperor O."

Wang Ke was completely at a loss with this type of player who, no matter how much he reminded them to train, would still relapse during the actual match.

Song Wen could have made a move if he had Flash, but O's position forced him to use Flash, and Snake Team was about to collapse in this team fight.

The Spring Split regular season has reached its final four rounds.

Currently, the Snake team is ranked ninth in the standings.

According to LPL rules, only the top eight teams in the standings after the final round of the regular season are eligible to participate in the playoffs.

With few regular season games remaining, the points earned in each round are crucial if the team wants to make the playoffs.

Currently, the points difference between sixth and ninth place on the leaderboard is not significant. The Snake team must fight hard for victory to have a chance to break into the top eight.

Miller was still shouting from the commentary booth.

"Black! He's the only one who survived! Black didn't die once in this game, but now facing WE's five-man push with the Baron buff, he's all alone! With an 8-0 score, he has to watch helplessly as the enemy destroys his base. This feeling is just too painful!"

Watching WE push onto the high ground, Zuo Wu, feeling cheated, cursed and swore.

"That stupid Korean guy, if the team didn't lack a suitable ADC, I would have kicked him out long ago."

He had barely finished speaking when Wang Ke's voice rang out softly.

"It's not that there aren't any."

Zhu Kai's eyes lit up, his face full of curiosity:

Who is it?

"Crystal," Wang Ke looked at Zhu Kai with disdain, "haven't you been playing ADC in the last few scrims? You've been standing in the back all day, don't you know?"

Sensing Zuo Wu's disdainful gaze, Zhu Kai awkwardly smiled and explained:

"Of course I know... but if Crystal plays AD, who will play support? In scrims, we always use the second team's support, because that kid seems a bit lacking."

Zuo Wu nodded and said:

"Indeed, if there were a good support, Crystal could go back to playing AD carry, it's a pity."

"It's not a pity, I actually have someone else in mind for support."

Who is it?

"Me?"