I am the leader of the anti-racism movement.

Looking at the leggy guy trying to argue his point, Luo Fei simply covered up the information on a certain website and showed him a bunch of long legs in white stockings.

"That's it? I searched for black stockings and it showed the same thing. Your argument isn't convincing."

"If it's normal, it's not very convincing, but what if I said those you were looking at were men?"

"Even if it's a guy... wait, a guy!!!"

What the hell!

Leg Bro was really upset. He had just been looking at men! How could he face his brother like this? He had even shamefully had a tiny bit of a reaction.

After seeing Luo Fei's complete disclosure of the website's information, Leg Bro finally fell into deep self-doubt.

Is there something wrong somewhere?

Why do such amazing things as cross-dressing men exist in the world?

After a moment of confusion, he decided to go back and get a good night's sleep to forget what had happened. After all, the shock of being dressed in women's clothing and wearing white stockings was considerable, and he chickened out.

"I'm off, aren't you leaving yet?" After eating, drinking, and bragging his fill, it was time to sleep. He tidied up the mess and then prepared to put his yo-yo on the wheel.

"You go to sleep first, I'll play one more game." Luo Fei replied with a smile and put his headphones back on.

"Okay, then hurry up, I'm heading out now." With that, he left the training room.

The room, which was bustling with noise just a moment ago, returned to silence the next.

He sighed silently, then opened the next ranked match and stretched.

Let's play one more round, then we'll leave. We have things to do tomorrow, Luo Fei thought to himself.

In the Korean server, ranked matches take at least ten minutes to complete. While waiting, Luo Fei, who had been watching anime all day and didn't want to watch anymore, simply lay down on a chair, closed his eyes, and started to zone out.

In the dim light, it seemed as if another voice sat down beside him.

"Didn't you say you were going back to sleep after you finished eating? Why are you back again?" Guessing that Leg Bro might have forgotten something, Luo Fei didn't even open his eyes.

"Shut up, shut down that crappy ranked game, I'm here to carry you." Hearing that familiar voice, Luo Fei suddenly opened his eyes. Sitting in the gaming chair in front of him was his goofy teammate, Wangzai.

"What... how did you get here?"

P.S.: You guys are so real. Hundreds of pictures updated, but only a dozen. Isn't it common sense to hand over wages before paying taxes? QAQ

PY:

Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

This is too long, it's making me uncomfortable.

Section 65, Chapter Sixty-Two: They will never come back.

Luo Fei was completely bewildered by Xi Ye's appearance.

Why would someone who doesn't watch dramas or sleep at night come out to find him? Could it be that they really want to find him for fencing?

What the hell!

This guy always talks about wanting worthy opponents, but he really doesn't want to fight anyone! Is Sister Shuang no longer attractive or Sister Zhou no longer sexy? There's no need for this, bro!

"What nonsense are you thinking? Get the hell out of here!" Seeing this idiot's expression, Xi Ye knew perfectly well that this guy had had another stroke. He'd kindly come out to play a game with him because he couldn't sleep, and now he'd been misunderstood. Who could he complain to?

"Well, I see you playing games, watching dramas, and sleeping all day long. I haven't seen a single female creature within a ten-mile radius of you, except for the cafeteria lady. Of course, people would misunderstand!" It's true, although he used to live a completely self-isolated life like that. But now that he has two big trees to lean on, he naturally looks down on single guys who have no goals.

"Or, why don't you try flirting with someone in your fan group?"

"Get lost. Don't tell me you don't know what's inside. You haven't said a word yourself."

Xi Ye stated that although she is still young, she is not stupid. The so-called fan groups are all internet celebrities who have paid for their spots. It's fine to just casually enjoy their private photos, but if she were to actually take action, she would definitely end up in trouble.

Luo Fei agreed with his son Wangzai's awareness.

To be fair, although he likes to use memes, it's a completely different story when those memes are applied to his own people.

For example, the upper class.

If something goes wrong, WE will become a high-class team in no time. It's not that the name sounds bad, it's just that they really don't have cigars and tuxedos. Those things are too expensive, and WE is a poor club that can't afford to play like that.

Of course, even if you do have it and can afford it, you might not actually meet the standards of "upper class".

How much does the upper class receive? Only a tenth of the benefits.

That's not even the most outrageous part.

Even if measured in units of benefit, it is only one-fifteenth (seventh).

See? None of the women in this circle are easy to mess with. And this is just what Luo Fei knew in his later life. How can you know how many other shady dealings these players or streamers do behind the scenes? You can't guess. None of the professional players' internet celebrity girlfriends can withstand close scrutiny.

"By the way, why are you working so hard? I see your stream viewership is pretty good." Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Xi Ye finally asked. He had only ever seen two people work this hard every day. One was his former teammate SMLZ, and the other was this goofy jungler. It was just absurd that both of them came out of the bathroom.

"Oh, that's probably because I had a dream."

"Hmm? What dream? Did you dream that an old man in yellow told you that you will definitely have plenty of food and wear a yellow robe in the future, but you just need to work hard?"

"Dream on! You've been reading too many novels."

Seriously, Luo Fei felt that his unserious behavior must have been corrupted by these idiot teammates. He was clearly a model student with high moral character, a promising future star of the nation, how did he end up being led astray by these fools?

but,

"I can tell you, it's actually very simple. I dreamt that we lost again in S6."

"You mean the esports team?"

"No, it's LPL." After taking another swig of his drink, Luo Fei stared intently at the screen in front of him, his eyes filled with memories.

"It can't be that bad. Nobody knows who's going to be this year. Even if we lose, next year we..."

"What if I dreamt that I'd lose again next year?" With a bitter smile, Luo Fei fell into deep thought.

It's always like this; it's human nature to be flawed.

They always think they can do things immediately but will do them later, and they always want to put off until tomorrow what they can finish today. Even when it comes to their championship, they always think that one day they will suddenly work hard and shine. After all, if it doesn't work this year, there's always next year, and if it doesn't work next year, there's always another year when they will.

It's not surprising that over 90 percent of the world's population has this thought, but only a very small number of people can control their greed. During this period, the so-called reasons are nothing more than escapism.

From a results-oriented perspective:

If Abu of EDG in S7 had taken that idiot coach off the field and played himself, the peak-level Clearlove and Fizz might have had a chance. At the very least, they wouldn't have been so stubborn as to play Lucian three times and end up in the quarterfinals.

Similarly, if one of RNG's two carries in S7 had been able to pick Xayah, and the other had been a bit more individually skilled, the mid lane wouldn't have automatically collapsed whenever Faker picked a champion other than Galio. In that case, the S7 championship would have been a sure thing.

As for WE.

There's not much to say. Luo Fei didn't expect to get a PUBG win during the World Championship. Mr. Kang was right; he really can't resist the urge to play PUBG. It's because of so many regrets like this that the LPL has been consistently outclassed from S3 to S7. Many players, like Xiye during S6, only saw the mediocre players in the LPL pool.

"And then what? S8? S9, we'll win eventually, right?" Xiye asked, puzzled.

"Indeed, we will always win."

The journey over mountains, the rebirth—everything is vivid in his mind. It's just a pity he time-traveled too early, otherwise he would really like to know whether the script for S10 would be upper class or sailor. With the absurd competition in S10, maybe the final script would even be Estar or V5 with their expiring weird beans?

Especially V5. Could they really pull off a life-or-death situation where Stick Bro saves the day with a single steal, turning the tide and securing their place in the S-series?

No way, really?

If there were, that would be incredibly lame.

"That's it then. We'll surpass them someday." The young Xiye didn't think that far ahead. Their lineup was still in the process of gelling together, and the World Championship was six months away, which he felt was a long way off.

"They will surpass us. But those who were utterly disappointed and said they would return once the level cap was opened up to level 30 and above, they may never come back." He glanced at the whole row of friends on the screen, his eyes filled with a sigh.

"Are you out of your mind? Isn't the highest level in League of Legends only 30?"

"Ding!"

Just then, the sound of a successful match suddenly rang out, breaking Luo Fei's thoughts and interrupting their conversation.

"What do you say this time? Save your dad?"

"Get lost, behave yourself in the mid lane and be my dog. If I'm in a good mood, I'll give you a kill or two."

"Forget it, with your farming skills as a jungler, you're trying to steal my minion wave again?"

"How can jungling be considered dirty? It's called helping you push the lane!!!"

It seemed like they were just born to clash, and Luo Fei found it strange that he always ended up arguing with Wangzai. But it didn't matter, since he was a jungler, and a father always had to take care of his silly mid-lane son—Luo Fei understood this all too well.

As the game entered the loading screen, his gaze involuntarily lingered once again on the level bars for both sides.

League of Legends might really only have a level cap of 30.

PY: My Girlfriend with a Broken Personality Disorder

Section 66, Chapter Sixty-Three: Where is my teacher?

Luo Fei would never have imagined that one day he would be ambushed by an inside man.

Here's the thing:

Clubs always need to maintain their popularity through operations and promotion in order to accept advertisements and sell merchandise to make money. Everyone understands this.

The problem is that WE has been going in the wrong direction all along.

Originally, when the new season's roster was finalized, they were quite curious as to why the official team put Luo Fei's segment at the end, since it was obvious that pretty boys like the brother-in-law would have more promotional value. However, since it was already decided, they didn't take it too seriously.

Since then, the club has consistently used Mystic as its primary promotional target to gain followers. Initially, the response was indeed very positive; the handsome Korean esports player directly garnered WE a large number of female fans.

But then,

And that was the end of it.

The club discovered that while these fans had a certain level of financial stability, they were also unusually philanthropic. One second they were chasing after Mystic, and the next they were fawning over the Canadian electric eel next door—truly despicable.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. Fans of good looks, after all, rely on constantly updating their feeds; they know that.

However, the problem is that after WE's losing streak started being manipulated online, they finally realized the gravity of the situation.

This group of so-called female fans were utterly powerless in the main battleground of Baidu Tieba and the live chat, suffering a series of defeats. However, they swept through several groups on the secondary battlefield of Weibo, proving themselves to be invincible.

What should we do then?