Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

Congratulations to HWG!

"They upset WE in the opening match, securing their first win of the season."

"Of course, we also hope that WE can adjust their form as soon as possible and show the style of the red lightning that we remember."

The story concludes with narration by Miller and Su Xiaoyan.

On the big screen, the blue main crystal shattered and turned into a sky full of starlight!

[Congratulations to HWG in Wuhu!]

[Easily defeated WE, my E-God was absolutely awesome!]

[As expected, watching E's games, whether in ranked or regular matches, is such a pleasure.]

Indeed, especially in the last ten minutes, HWG's five players seemed to be controlled by one person. There was always someone protecting the side lanes when pushing, the support provided vision, the jungler was always nearby, and the mid laner was always ready to provide support...

[Smooth and flowing like clouds and water—that's all there is to it!]

[WE? The champion team? Just a slightly dirty shirt.]

[It's a pity that two people died in the last wave, otherwise we would have achieved the Linglong Tower achievement.]

[The guy upstairs is too young. He should have shown some respect. With a difference of almost double digits in the score, what more could he want?]

[I just want to ask you, WE fans, don't you feel ashamed? You say E-God is dominant in ranked games because WE is focused on professional training, but now that it's time for professional matches, you guys are no good either.]

[I'm here, watching your performance. You almost got shut out?]

Clearly, after HWG's decisive victory over WE was declared the final outcome, the viewers in the live stream immediately launched a campaign to crack down on those obsessive fans.

At the competition venue, spotlights were still shining on the stage.

On HWG's bench, Zhang Hai was the first to jump up from his chair.

"Holy crap, holy crap—!!!"

He clenched his fists, tilted his head back and roared. Like a spring that had been compressed to its limit and then suddenly released, he bounced twice on the spot, turned around and hugged Li Nan's neck.

Li Nan was so tightly choked by him that she almost couldn't breathe. She slapped his arm hard to make him let go, but her mouth was wide open in a grin.

Sima Laozei sat on the far side. Even though he was usually reserved, a smile he couldn't hide was playing on his lips.

Unlike Zhang Hai, he didn't shout or yell. He just turned and glanced at the assistant when he took off his headphones.

The white crescent moon was also looking at him. The two stared at each other for half a second, then simultaneously reached out their hands—

Snapped.

A crisp clapping sound rang out from the players' seats. White Crescent's face was all scrunched up with a big smile as she kept muttering, "We won! We won! We won!"

There's no way around it; defeating WE, defeating the world champions, and defeating the former champions of their own region are all incredibly significant for these young men who have dedicated themselves to professional gaming.

"Phew~"

Zhang Hai finally released Li Nan's neck, took two steps back, his eyes wide open, "We really won? And it was a crushing victory? I feel like I'm dreaming!"

"Beating the world champions in the opening match—I've never felt so good!"

"Old Li," he turned to look at Li Nan, "pinch me."

Without saying a word, Li Nan reached out and pinched his arm.

"Ouch—!" Zhang Hai gasped, clutching his arm. "Holy crap, you actually pinched me!"

"Hahaha, what else!"

Li Nan laughed and slapped him on the back.

Several people were laughing and joking around, their youthful voices echoing across the contestants' seats.

But after a few seconds of commotion, their gazes all converged on the center position.

Sitting there is HWG's mid laner, their boss, and the sole creator of all of this.

Lin Shu had just stood up from his gaming chair when he looked at the few spectators waving HWG support signs.

"Let's go," he said, making a victory sign to the camera and gesturing with his chin toward WE, "Let's shake hands."

Thanks to HWG's eye-catching actions during the qualifying rounds, the organizers quickly decided to retain this post-match interactive segment after a relatively easy discussion.

The group quickly followed.

Zhang Hai followed half a step behind Lin Shu and whispered to Li Nan, "Boss's expression is so damn calm. He won the world championship like he just drank some water."

Li Nan glanced at him: "You think everyone's a monkey like you?"

"This is a genuine expression of my feelings, okay!"

Lin Shu walked at the front, the smile on his lips deepening slightly.

—To be honest, he was pretty happy about it too.

However, in order to maintain the image of the boss, he can't jump around on stage like Zhang Hai.

As they walked a few steps forward, the location of the WE team drew closer.

The stage lights shone down from above on both sides, illuminating the five dejected faces clearly.

Strawberry lowered her head, one hand propped on the table, her palm gripping the mouse cable, her tightly clenched lips even turning slightly white.

The monitor next to him was still showing the game results screen, with his dismal KDA hanging on the panel like a scar. Only after hearing the referee's reminder about the post-match interaction did he raise his hand and turn off the screen.

Mingkai had taken off half of his headphones and was hanging them around his neck.

As Lin Shu walked up to him, he took the initiative to extend his hand, "Next time, I won't let you have it so easy in the mid lane."

"You're welcome anytime!"

Stepping past Mingkai, Ruofeng was still leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped together on his stomach, his gaze fixed on a point on the ceiling, as if he were daydreaming or thinking about something far away, until Mingkai tugged at his clothes twice, and he finally stood up.

Lin Shu did not exchange anything with the other party.

You said he played well?

Stop joking—the card flew three times throughout the game, and was instantly killed upon landing twice. Once, he activated his invulnerability halfway through the flight and waited to die. His total damage output was even lower than the support's. If he were to actually say "Well played," it wouldn't be politeness, it would be a blow to his morals, and it would make him seem exceptionally hypocritical.

Finally, it was moved to the front of the duo.

Curly Hair was silently stuffing peripherals into his bag with his head down, the zipper rattling loudly, while Smiling stood there expressionless, like a statue whose soul had been taken away, only his eyes slowly moving, scanning from Lin Shu's face to his hand, and then back to his face.

Lin Shu extended his right hand, his eyes swirling with something indescribable.

This player, who shone brightly at IPL5 and crushed the Korean team at the Dragon Tiger Cup, didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.

Is it regret that the other person neglected training after becoming famous and fell from grace at lightning speed?

Or are you glad that you come from another region and managed to take the "bottom lane god" halo off the opponent's head before anyone else and nail it into HWG's resume in advance?

He couldn't explain it.

After the handshake ended, Lin Shu led the contestants to the front of the stage, preparing to bow to the audience.

Although the official organization stole his patent for "post-match handshakes," he has plenty of ideas for building a persona and winning over casual fans—bending over and waving his hand can still make the camera capture his team members looking dignified and humble.

However, just as the five men bent down, a sharp, angry shout suddenly erupted from a corner of the audience:

"Screw you! You win a game and now you're acting all high and mighty?!"

Whoosh!

Before he could finish speaking, a plastic bottle filled with water traced a crooked parabola, splashing water from half of it, and hurtled straight toward Sima Laozei's expressionless face.