I am the leader of the anti-racism movement.

"Don't be like that. I know you've already been researching our MSI opponents. How about giving me a couple of tips in advance?"

I finally caught the factory manager himself coming up to deliver the information, so it would be a shame not to take advantage of his freebie. I've mostly forgotten about the S6 team players since I traveled back in time, but I definitely remember everything about the factory manager.

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"I just want to know one thing." After a long silence, a familiar voice finally came from the other end of the phone.

"You said."

"How have you managed to survive this long, being so mischievous?"

"Don't be like that, teach me a couple of moves, otherwise you'll lose again the day after tomorrow and embarrass yourself, won't you?" After a series of defeats, rumors were already circulating online that Mingkai had ruined another apprentice, and there was nothing he could do.

No matter how well you set the pace in the early stages, most people will only care whether you win or lose.

That's how esports is; when you lose, everything you say is just an excuse.

"Alright, then I'll teach you a trick. Listen carefully." After a moment's hesitation, Ming Kai's slightly serious tone came from the other end of the phone.

Holy crap, it actually exists?

At that moment, countless wonderful scenes flashed through Luo Fei's mind: ganking bot lane at level two, ganking by blocking vision, farming in the jungle, and famous moments like the horse trampling the flying arrow.

Could it be that he is about to receive the inheritance of 7 today?

"Come on, boss, just say the word, I'm all ready." He hurriedly opened the TXT file, flustered. Seriously? If the factory manager's in a good mood, he could just point out a few weaknesses and habits of other teams' junglers, and he'd be set for life, right?

The next victory is just around the corner, isn't it?

Because Luo Fei's movements were a bit too exaggerated, all of his teammates around him heard their conversation and quietly gathered around, intending to listen to the winning strategy and learn from his experience.

This is a phantom god, very prestigious.

Sensing the panic on the other end of the voice call, Mingkai's lips curled into a strange smile (see my profile picture for details).

"The secret to winning is..."

"that is?"

"He's just riding on his teammates' coattails! Pawn and Deft are already on the team, aren't they great?" He then burst into a loud, booming laugh. All that teasing, and now he's finally getting his comeuppance.

Zhuge Mingkai, he never holds a grudge for more than a day.

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Hearing this guy spouting nonsense with such a straight face, the WE team members wanted nothing more than to take off their shoes and smash them in his face. How could a human being say such things?

What the hell is this about clinging to your teammates?

Where are you going to find another Buddha and a pilot? And putting everything else aside, just look at the Buddha, his back was almost broken by EDG last year, and he seems to still be recovering from his injury this year.

Luo Fei couldn't tolerate this anymore.

"I originally thought that as a core player, you must have some profound insights to share on the battlefield."

"I never expected him to utter such vulgar words."

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Section 43, Chapter Forty-Three: Who is the Monster?

A few hours later...

"Seriously, 7-chan? Are you really that bad at top lane? I've ganked you seven times already, and you're still asking for lane support?" Luo Fei glanced at the support signal on the map, and a series of black lines appeared on his forehead.

If this were a random top laner, they wouldn't even be able to protect their family tree in Zaun. At this point, Luo Fei was already regretting duo-queuing with Clearlove. The points lost were just small change in terms of money.

"You have the nerve to say that? It's one thing to come up and get kills every time, but you also take the minion wave. Is this how you jungle?" As soon as he heard this guy spouting trash talk, Clearlove wanted nothing more than to break his legs.

"Don't talk nonsense. I only helped push the lane because the minion wave was in a bad position. Don't slander me."

"Then why the hell do that?! You're invading my lane, farming a Krug, and then you're cutting off my minion wave. Is that what you call helping me push the lane?" Clearlove was furious. How could there be such a disgusting jungler?

Are all those netizens outside blind?

He doesn't deny that he's good at controlling the map and his support and counter-ganking are relatively timely, but you're saying this playstyle is like him? When did he ever go to steal lanes to support like that? He's a scavenger jungler, okay?

As for this idiot, he seems like an omnivore, wanting everything. Forcibly farming his teammates' economy to feed himself—where did he learn this toxic, 1v9 playstyle from?

Seeing the top laner's tilt, Luo Fei finally abandoned his insane playstyle. Mainly, he'd cleared the jungle and minions enough; now it was time to farm heroes.

For the next ten minutes, the factory manager watched as a super-fat Graves went around killing everyone, even frequently putting on spectacular 1v3 and 1v4 plays to end the game.

Looking at Graves' impressive 27/2/0 KDA on the list, Clearlove felt as miserable as if he had eaten Lao Ba's secret-recipe mini hamburger.

Damn it, we clearly won, so why does he feel so disgusted? No, I have to find out who he learned this playing style from. The factory manager felt he needed to have a serious talk with that person.

What is that?

After thinking for a moment, the factory manager decided to speak: "So, what's up?"

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"I'd like to ask, who exactly was your first teacher?"

"Huh? Which aspect are you referring to?"

"You mean that aspect!" The factory manager pointed to his own jungle, implying that he was asking who taught him his jungling style. However, from Luo Fei's perspective, the marker was placed right next to the support Lux.

This. . .

Is this a really deep question? For a moment, Luo Fei's mind was filled with questions.

"This... do you really have to say it?"

Holy crap, he's playing ranked and suddenly asking this? Is Clearlove really that lonely at night? Wait, did he have a girlfriend in Season 6? Suddenly, all sorts of ancient memories like A Midsummer Night's Dream flooded his mind.

"Of course I have to tell you! Otherwise, how am I supposed to see it?" The factory manager was a little confused. Why was he stammering when asking his mentor? He knew all the famous junglers in the country. He was the Noah of Ionia. High-ranking players all had to consult him to climb the ranks.

"Then, Ming... Asuka."

"Huh? There's such a person? I don't recognize him. Is he very skilled?"

This question instantly made Luo Fei gasp.

This is a question for an expert!

"Well, I watched her grow up, and I think her skills are amazing!" Even just thinking about that scene, Luo Fei's whole body showed his highest respect.

That's not even technology anymore, that's art.

"I see. Alright, that's all for today. Good luck in the competition tomorrow."

"Hey!? Seriously, bro, you're really not going to teach us any tricks? If we lose again, we won't even make the playoffs, waaaaaah (┯_┯)"

"Alright, you'll understand tomorrow. I'm hanging up now." With that, he ended the call, leaving Luo Fei sitting alone in front of the computer, bewildered.

Meanwhile, in the EDG training room.

Abu glanced at Mingkai, who had taken off his headphones, threw the drink he had prepared in advance in front of him, and then slumped into a chair, looking just like a salted fish.

"So, what did he say?"

"Asuka, check out this ID. If possible, bring it in and train it." Having received the message he wanted, his work tonight wasn't in vain.

I grabbed the drink in front of me and gulped it down. Honestly, playing games with this idiot is infuriating. But...

After glancing at the end of the six-game match and the fact that three hours had passed without anyone noticing, the factory manager remained silent.

Some people are truly born with an affable charm that can enliven any situation. He didn't believe it before, but now it's a fact right in front of him.

Unlike himself, the opponent seemed like a new League of Legends player who was enjoying every game.

This is what he finds hardest to understand. They are all professional players, and this game is in their dreams. It is undeniable that playing professionally stems from a love for the game, but he hasn't seen such pure passion in a long time.

What an interesting man. He somewhat regretted not strongly suggesting the club buy him earlier.

Oh, right.

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"They seem to have lost too much confidence now."

"???"

"What the hell do you mean by losing so much and lacking confidence? It's clearly because they were getting crushed in practice matches and lost confidence!" Abu really wants to unplug the opposing team's power cord right now, to let those idiots know the cruelty of sleeping without electricity at night.

If we compare the legendary EDG team to a great demon king, then WE is definitely the model of a hero.

They were easily crushed on the first day of practice matches, but the jungler's playstyle was very eye-catching.

But the more they fought, the more outrageous it became.

The top laners are gradually becoming more stable and less vulnerable, the mid laners are regaining form and can both attack and defend, and the junglers have a versatile style that is difficult to study.

The most outrageous thing is the bot lane. The message they received was that this blond guy named Mystic was a discarded player from LCK, but now he's dyed his hair black and can occasionally go toe-to-toe with the pilot. It's just ridiculous.

If this person hadn't been so impulsive and reckless, they would have had a real headache dealing with WE in the later stages of the game.

"So, they still don't know where they are at?"

"Probably, since we've been playing against QG and RNG these past few days."

"No? They're not surprised at all that we keep playing scrims against teams on losing streaks?" Abu was dumbfounded. Were these guys idiots? If it were a really weak team, we wouldn't have had so much time to waste with them.

"Well, they thought we were trying to poach their jungler, which is why we played scrims with them."

"Fuck you!"

Zhuge Bu said he really did buy a watch last year. Although he was indeed a bit envious of the opposing jungler, they had Clearlove. Was Clearlove before the S6 World Championship really that bad?

"That doesn't make sense. All the LPL teams are scrimmaging against them, don't they even realize it?"

"Didn't you say before that the author couldn't find information on their team leader, so it's reasonable that they couldn't find information on the other teams either?"

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After all this time, these monsters still don't realize that they are the monsters themselves?

What kind of classic romance novel is this?!