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

Jiang Chenglu remained silent.

He recalled the inexplicable mistakes he made while jungling, the increasingly chaotic rhythm he tried to predict, and the mind-numbing blankness he experienced after being counter-ganked. It was indeed... frustrating.

"You can ask the club manager for their opinion."

Li Ye patted his shoulder, her tone becoming more relaxed, "Anyway, there's still time for the trial, it won't hurt to try a different position."

"If you can't figure out how to play jungle, maybe you can make a name for yourself in the top lane?"

Qin Yijie, who was listening nearby, understood immediately. His eyes lit up, and he slapped Jiang Chenglu on the back: "That's right! No wonder your skills are so amazing, but you're playing jungle like a headless fly—it turns out you're in the wrong position! Try top lane! I'm rooting for you!"

Fang Han nodded, and unusually seriously added, "I'll ask Coach Qi tomorrow. The club shouldn't refuse something as small as a position change trial."

"Thanks!"

Jiang Chenglu stood under the streetlight, the sea breeze making his bangs a little messy.

He kept his head down.

Top lane.

The word kept going around in his head.

He recalled the feeling of occasionally filling the top lane in ranked games—standing behind the minion wave, facing off against the opponent, last-hitting minions one by one, gradually putting pressure on them, that real, visceral sense of confrontation.

His hands will be faster than when he's jungling, his reactions will be more accurate, and his mind will be clearer.

That feeling... wasn't stifling.

"I'll go ask."

He pronounced those four words slowly and deliberately in broken Chinese.

When she looked up, the layer of confusion in her eyes had thinned a bit.

Zhao Yicheng smiled and put his arm around his shoulder: "Let's go, let's finish our walk first, we can talk about tomorrow tomorrow."

……

The second day of the second episode of "Next Stop, Career!"

weekend!

Huya Live Room.

Although it was only 10 a.m., a rare moment of rest for most office workers.

However, the room was now filled with countless players and the barrage of comments they sent.

[Wuhu! Another brand new dish!]

I've developed a habit of not being able to eat without watching esports variety shows. Someone please help me!

[I used to not understand why my sister liked watching variety shows where a few people chatted or played games in front of the camera—now I suddenly realize it's just that we haven't found the kind of shows we like yet.]

I'm just a country bumpkin, but I love watching.

[I'm a girl, and I love watching it too! Xiao Fang and Xiao Qin are so handsome, and so is Xiao Zhao.]

Wake up, ladies! That player Xiao Qin reportedly has several Korean girlfriends.

【It's okay, I don't mind! Having many girlfriends means he's popular, which means I have a chance too!】

[Let's get down to business—do you guys think Ekpe Uzi will be sharing some serious insider information today?]

[Probably not? After all, it's their club's core competitive advantage; they'd definitely avoid sensitive content during the live stream.]

Will HWG reveal the secret to their strength?

This is something that teams in the esports community, whether from the LPL or overseas regions, also want to know.

So, whether it's OGN next door or the European and American regions late at night, countless analysts from various teams are hunched over their screens, each with a laptop, waiting to see if they can glean anything from today's program.

Adding these two together, and taking into account the passersby attracted by the various video clips, the number of real-time online users has once again broken records. Huya's management had to once again, with a mix of pain and joy, instruct their staff to add more servers.

At 10:30, the camera was precisely focused on the lobby of the HWG youth training base.

After finishing breakfast, the youth training trainees lined up in two rows, standing sparsely. Qi Zhanming held up a megaphone, and a staff member was distributing supplies next to him.

"Those who have rested, come and collect your supplies."

Qi Zhanming shouted loudly, and the loudspeaker emitted a piercing electrical noise. Several students in the front row subconsciously covered their ears.

"Each of you will have three pens and two notebooks; these will be your weapons for your professional culture classes over the next week."

"Replacements are available after use; the person who loses it will be responsible for the cost and will have five points deducted!"

"ha?"

"Academic subjects?"

"No, did I hear that right? Aren't we here to play professionally? Why do we have to attend academic classes?"

Among the crowd, the contestants, whose academic performance was already extremely poor, were wailing in despair.

That makes sense; after all, if their grades were really good, they wouldn't be standing here.

Fang Han, Qin Yijie, Zhao Yicheng, and even Li Ye, who were in the middle, didn't react much. After all, among the four of them, one was recommended for admission, one studied abroad, and the worst one was a graduate of a second-tier university and another was a student in a top class in high school. It was only Jiang Chenglu and Luo Yu, the two academic underachievers, who tensed up.

"The boss is personally coming to today's academic class," Qi Zhanming added, turning down the loudspeaker volume. "After you collect your things, head straight to the main conference hall on the second floor. Don't dawdle."

Thirty people, it only takes a few minutes to line up and receive it.

Holding the notebook and pen he had just received, Li Ye glanced towards the second floor and suggested in a low voice, "Um... should we... try to get some seats at the back?"

As a college student, the word "attend class" instantly triggered his ingrained genetic code—back row, against the wall, away from the podium, a location preference etched in his DNA.

The chat room erupted in laughter.

[Pfft—I laughed so hard at sitting in the back!]

[No problem, this looks like a college student, perfectly fitting the character.]

【Young man, I advise you to think twice—you dare to back down even when the boss is personally giving you lessons? That means you don't want to improve!】

Fang Han and his companions naturally refused.

"Let's sit in the front." Fang Han tucked his notebook under his arm, his tone analytical. "The club will probably allocate seats according to the current rankings. Those of us who are ranked higher probably won't be able to sit in the back even if we want to."

The group went up to the second floor and pushed open the door with a sign that read "Cultural Classroom".

As expected—just as Fang Han had predicted.

The classroom was arranged somewhat like a university lecture hall, but on a smaller scale, with thirty tables neatly arranged in five rows and six columns. Each table had a printed name on it, arranged strictly according to the current trial rankings, not by free choice.

Qin Yijie, Fang Han, and Zhao Yicheng, who were ranked high, were all in the very middle of the first row.

Li Ye looked at his "fourth row, side" seat and raised an eyebrow slightly—not too far forward, not too far back, just average.

Jiang Chenglu and Luo Yu, two unfortunate brothers who were ranked at the bottom, were ruthlessly thrown into the corner of the last row.

(Shamelessly asking for some free gifts, thank you everyone.)