LOL: I'm in the LPL, that's my fight!

Chapter 14: Old Mo, do you want an LPL spot?

"Boss... is a mid-laner of this caliber really something that our BJBS team can hire for just ten thousand yuan?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know either!"

"Stop talking, I feel terrible!"

"Feeling unwell?"

"Yeah, you guys don't really think we can keep such a strong rookie mid laner, do you?"

"That's definitely not possible!"

"Damn it, can't you say something nice to comfort me?"

"Boss, you have to tell me the truth!"

"Sigh... never mind."

"The team members should follow along and learn from them; it's good if they can learn as much as possible."

Behind everyone, Boss Mo leaned back on the sofa, watching the game from an observer's perspective. The battle on the screen was going better and better, but his heart was in turmoil, filled with mixed feelings.

At that moment, he vaguely understood what it felt like for Prime Minister Cao to feel like he had "received a trial card" when he faced Lord Guan a thousand years ago.

Such a strong mid-laner, such a good player, who can also work as a coach, yet he only has three months of usage rights.

He understood the game content. He also vaguely remembered the five-man "MC" team on the other side—they seemed to be a group of high school prodigies that the owner of an internet cafe in Shanghai had hired at great expense for this year's city championship.

Before today, BJBS's level was about the same as theirs, and who would win or lose depended entirely on their performance on the day.

But now?

The game became one-sided simply because there was one more mid laner.

To be more specific, for Xiao Fu, playing in a Master-level team was like being surrounded by wolves among sheep.

From the moment MC's jungler was invaded at the start of the game, his movements were never escaped the prediction of his mid-lane pro.

Every now and then, a signal would light up precisely on the jungle map, as if a script had been written in advance.

Then came a mid lane that could be pushed and controlled at will, plus a Lissandra who would drag her own jungler Elise into the Gragas jungle at any time—using Ice Claw to scout, control to lock down enemies, and vision pressure that made the enemy mid and jungle unable to breathe.

If it were just a one-on-one kill, Boss Mo wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

He had witnessed even greater prowess than the Grandmaster—for example, the incredibly exaggerated double Zed battle in Season 3, which was still etched in his mind.

But Fu Shiyan used the most outrageous method.

Operations.

Yes, he actually saw the shadow of Korean-style operation in his own internet cafe team.

But upon closer inspection, it doesn't quite make sense. The LCK's playstyle, built on massive amounts of training and snowballing through team fights and resource exchanges, is simply unrealistic for BJBS's four players—where would four random players get team fight synergy? Where would they get efficient execution?

Throughout the entire process, it was just one person in the middle lane marking and directing.

How exaggerated were the team voice chat messages? Fu Shiyan directly told his teammates "how to play next," "which way is more reasonable for you to move," and "should you use this skill now or wait?" From laning to ganking to rotating and pushing towers, the four young men were like the sand soldiers under the Tsar's command—they only needed to listen and follow instructions, and the rhythm would run on its own.

What's even more terrifying is that he wasn't just directing his teammates. The five opponents on the red team were like puppets, following whatever script Fu Shiyan gave them.

So, in this ranked game, only seventeen minutes into the game, the kill ratio had already reached eighteen to one.

Master-level team? (×)

King of Fish Fry! (√)

"Alright then." Boss Mo looked at the screen, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up. "It'll be good for those MC kids to take this opportunity to quit their internet addiction, so they won't keep clamoring to play professionally. Consider it doing a good deed for the players' parents."

He grumbled inwardly, but the more he looked, the more pleased he became.

At this rate, the city championship has a real chance of making it offline, or even reaching the quarterfinals or semifinals...

……

In the end, BJBS's first team match ended in a crushing defeat.

The five kids on the red team were so frustrated that they all surrendered as soon as the twenty minutes were up.

Even after removing the headphones, the settlement interface on the screen still displayed dazzling data;

A godlike streak with both kills and assists!

Fu Shiyan's lips curled up slightly, and he praised his four teammates: "You all played very well, and your teamwork was excellent."

"It's all thanks to you, Brother Yan, for your great rhythm!" Wu Chen chimed in eagerly, his eyes shining like he'd just found some money. "Hehe, I've just been following along, doing all the work."

Only he, as the jungler, knew how comfortable he had been playing that game, and just how terrifying the mid-laner's skill was.

So much so that after just one match, this young man has become a complete fan of his mid-lane star.

The duo nodded in agreement.

The feeling of not having to fight hard or even actively seek opportunities, where you just need to farm minions honestly in the bottom lane and your teammates will feed you kills one by one, is simply wonderful.

Zhu Dan did not speak.

His emotions were still focused on the opposing top laner, Kid—who had a 0-6 score, constantly respawning or on his way to respawn, a performance so miserable it was unbearable to watch.

"...So when the mid lane is at its strongest, the side lanes can be targeted to this extent."

He muttered to himself.

Faced with the compliments from his teammates, Fu Shiyan smiled and said, "Don't underestimate yourselves. No matter how good the tactics or how brilliant the decisions, you won't achieve such results if the execution is flawed."

This is not meant to comfort.

The four young men's execution ability truly surprised him.

Talent... well, how should I put it, it's pretty poor.

At least in his previous life, he probably wouldn't have even passed the club's youth training selection, let alone played in the professional league.

However, these individuals are not without their merits;

The four young men, including the most unconventional support, all seemed to have maxed out their execution skills.

They do exactly what I say in the game. Not only do they do it without any compromise, but there are never any situations where I give instructions but they don't understand or where they are slow to process information.

It's a fact that the four teammates have rather rigid thinking. With limited talent, they can be said to have almost no independent ability to make judgments about the situation.

This is not good news for other teams.

But for Fu Shiyan, who is both a player and a coach, this is simply the best supporting role to showcase his abilities to the outside world at this stage.

Thinking of this, Fu Shiyan glanced back—Boss Mo was still immersed in his own world, leaning back on the sofa, grinning foolishly, seemingly oblivious to what he was so pleased with.

City Showdown?

Old Mo, if I asked you now, do you want an LPL spot or not?

You'd probably have to kowtow to me on the spot!

"No, a single match, especially a casual game, is not very useful. We need a real professional training match."