LOL: The strongest all-Chinese team? My G2 top laner

"Really? Boss, you're not kidding?"

Jankos was the first to react.

Perkz immediately stood up, his eyes shining brightly, and exclaimed excitedly, "The visa's approved? When? He can come to Berlin?"

"Yes, tonight's flight!"

Ocelote chuckled, "He was originally planning to come tomorrow, but I'll just reimburse him and let him buy his ticket for tonight!"

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Jankos hugged Perkz tightly and patted his back forcefully.

"Luca!"

"Our top laner is coming!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"It's a pity we've already played two rounds against FNC, so we won't meet in the regular season."

"The next match is MSF, right?"

"Little rabbit, just wait until our G2 mountain goat's horns knock you over!"

Perkz grimaced as he was slapped, but didn't push him away.

He smiled too, a genuine, radiant smile from the heart.

Wadid put down his iced Americano and said to his AD carry:

Hey, don't keep it bottled up.

"Relax a bit!"

Hjarnan forced a smile and nodded.

The top laner who was promoted from the secondary league also smiled.

It wasn't a forced smile.

The intensity of LEC is still too high for him.

He felt immense pressure in every match.

Now that he can finally relieve the pressure and return to the secondary league to become the top singles king, how can this not be a happy thing?

"Okay, okay, calm down."

Ocelote clapped his hands, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"The arrival of the Demon does not mean the problem is solved."

"He still needs to integrate with the team and adapt to the European style of play."

"Besides, he hasn't played a formal match in so long, nobody knows what his form is like."

"But at least, we have hope."

……

That evening, G2's official Twitter account posted a new update.

[LEC EU, are you ready to welcome your demons?]

【Demon, Welcome To G2! 】

The accompanying photo shows Jiang Ling wearing a G2 team uniform.

Black battle robes, red stripes, expressionless face, sharp eyes.

The tweet was retweeted in less than ten minutes.

European audiences were in an uproar:

"He's here!!! He's finally here!!!"

"Visa! Visa approved! Oh my god, I've been waiting for this day for almost two months!"

"G2's savior has arrived!"

"Savior? Are you sure he's not here to take the blame?"

"Taking the blame? Can G2 get any worse? There are only two possibilities with Demon coming: either he saves G2, or he sinks with Hjarnan."

"I believe in Demon! I've watched his operation slices at least a hundred times. This guy is definitely not just hype."

"I watched it too, his Fiora really looks like he's using a script."

"Wait, have you guys forgotten? He's never played in the LEC before!"

"Shut up! Pessimist! Let's party all night! We'll be rational tomorrow!"

"Welcome to Europe, Demon!"

"Let's go G2!!!"

"..."

FNC owner Sam Matthews reappeared in the comments section of the tweet.

He left only one sentence:

"Wow, your demon has finally arrived. Hopefully, he won't be as disappointing as your performance in the Summer Split."

Ocelote replied instantly:

"Bro, keep laughing! When FNC faces G2 in the playoffs, you'll be crying."

This screenshot of the conversation was quickly circulated on the Anti-Pressure Forum.

"Here it comes, the European version of the trash talk war."

"Ocelote's mouth really knows how to spout nonsense."

"The FNC owner is a jerk; he always tries to stir things up whenever G2 makes a move."

"It would be abnormal if FNC and G2 didn't taunt each other."

"So, Demon can finally make his appearance?"

"I hope he doesn't suffer from culture shock. Many Asian athletes can't adapt to the terrible weather and food in Europe."

"Who cares, as long as I can play. I'd like to see if this Demon, who's so dominant in the Korean server, can keep going in the LEC."

"Let those European slackers see what an aggressive top laner from the LPL is all about!"

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……

Brandenburg Airport.

A Qiongzhou Airlines flight that took off from Shanghai, transited through the capital, and was bound for Berlin slowly landed.

Outside the cabin, the German sky was overcast with low-hanging clouds.

In July, the temperature in Berlin was much lower than in Shanghai, but it was still humid and hot.

Jiang Ling unbuckled her seatbelt and stretched her stiff neck.

The flight of more than ten hours was not too difficult for him.

With the support of the steel and iron label, the effects of jet lag and acclimatization were minimized, and he even felt more relaxed than when taking the high-speed rail before.

"Sir, you've dropped something."

A sweet voice came from the side.

Jiang Ling turned her head and saw the flight attendant, who had been very attentive throughout the journey, smiling as she handed him something.

"Thanks."

He instinctively took it and then realized it was a small card.

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment.

The card had a WeChat ID written on it: 【IToTI777】, and a small smiley face was drawn at the end.

He looked up at the flight attendant, who had already turned to serve other passengers, leaving only her slender back view.

"this……"

Jiang Ling looked down at the card, then looked up at the flight attendant's back, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation.

He knows his own looks.

Above average appearance, with delicate features and a scholarly air.

It's not bad for an average person, but it's definitely not enough to make a flight attendant offer her her WeChat ID.

"It seems to be the effect of labeling."

Jiang Ling understood.

A few days ago, he managed to accumulate another 1000 points.

He was well aware of the source of these negative emotions.

The better he does, the more the royalist fans hate him.

All I can say is that it is truly an endless hatred.

Before boarding the plane, Jiang Ling participated in a lottery and won the label "Rita Filter".

He was wearing this tag when he arrived at the airport.

……

After getting off the plane, we went through a series of procedures.

Customs, border control, baggage claim...

Jiang Ling walked into the arrival hall.

The arrival hall at Brandenburg Airport is not large; compared to the giant terminals at Shanghai's Pudong Airport, it even seems somewhat shabby.

Jiang Ling glanced around.

The G2 group was not seen.

"Um?"

He frowned, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

The last message Ocelote sent was ten hours ago:

"We'll be waiting for you at the exit; we have a surprise for you!"

"surprise?"

Jiang Ling looked around again.

The arrival hall was bustling with people: people holding signs to greet passengers, couples embracing, and travelers hurrying by with their suitcases.

But no one was wearing G2's team uniform.

"These guys..."

Jiang Ling scratched his head, a vague sense of unease creeping into his heart.

Didn't we agree that you would come to pick me up from the airport?

What about people?

Just as he was about to take out his phone to call Ocelote, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of people dressed in black and orange clothes walking towards him through the glass doors at the arrival hall exit.

"You're here?"

Jiang Ling stared intently, then froze.

The clothes those people wore did not have the G2 logo printed on them.

But it's also a very familiar logo.

Black background, orange graphics...

It's FNC's team uniform!

A long-established powerhouse in the European region, the S1 champion team, and G2's arch-rival.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Ling frowned and subconsciously took a step back.

But it was too late.

The group of about seven or eight people wearing FNC team uniforms moved quickly and rushed up to him in the blink of an eye.

The leader was a tall, muscular young white man with a buzz cut and a stubble on his chin.

When he saw Jiang Ling, his eyes lit up, and a malicious smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Demon?"

He spoke broken English with a heavy German accent.

Jiang Ling did not answer, but just looked at the other person warily.

Just as he was trying to make out the faces of the men next to him who had their heads down, everything went black.

A rough burlap sack fell from the sky and covered his head.

"Holy crap?!"

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