Skipping over several floors of meaningless emotional venting, one person’s appearance detonated the emotions of the Tieba users.
Minglian丶: Pretty good. Hope he keeps it up.
Minglian丶, or rather, Clearlove, was one of the people involved in the “Departure-gate” incident last December 1st, when he left WE together with coach Abu and support Juanmao.
As the traitorous jungler in the eyes of WE fans, his appearance greatly intensified the matter’s fermentation, instantly elevating what had originally been an utterly ordinary post into the hottest topic in the League circle.
Countless people who liked WE and hated WE alike began replying beneath him.
—You still have the face to use Tieba?
—So did Abu’s sister actually die or not?
—Can you face Weixiao, who brought you into Worlds and helped you win championships?
—Hahaha, seeing 60E getting anxious makes me want to laugh.
—So anxious, so anxious. People climb upward and water flows downward—is even that not allowed?
Thus, when Chu Bai woke up the next day, he immediately saw a message from the poster he had Soloed against—that is, Han Jin.
Beat Up Zone-One Elitist Dogs: You know Factory Director too? Why did he speak up for you?
Chu Bai’s face was full of question marks. “Who’s Factory Director?”
Han Jin sent him the link to the post, and before long, Chu Bai understood as well.
So it was a star player who had left his team.
Beat Up Zone-One Elitist Dogs: To be honest, getting involved with him right now isn’t great. He’s in a lot of trouble now, and he’ll be in even more trouble soon.
Beat Up Zone-One Elitist Dogs: I know him. I’ll get him to delete the reply. Oh, he already deleted it. Nice.
Chu Bai: ??
Where did this riddler come from?
Get out of Gotham!
Beat Up Zone-One Elitist Dogs: Pick up the phone. Typing is too much trouble.
A few seconds later, a call came through.
Chu Bai picked it up casually, and a somewhat youthful boy’s voice came from the other end.
“Is this Level-Eight Gale?”
“Beat Up Zone-One Elitist Dogs?”
“…”
The two of them fell silent at the same time for a few seconds.
Whether it was Chu Bai or Han Jin, both of their IDs were extremely stylish.
So much so that now, having someone call their ID to their face, they both inevitably felt a little ashamed.
Then Han Jin on the other end spoke first.
“Forget it. Just call me Han Jin. Let me tell you…”
Through his explanation, Chu Bai finally figured out what had happened.
The Tieba ID “Minglian丶,” the person Han Jin called Factory Director, had once been WE’s starting jungler.
At the end of last year, he had left WE together with the coach and support, and thus became hated by WE fans, reduced to a traitor in their eyes.
If that were all, then it would have been fine.
Han Jin told Chu Bai that he had transferred to WE.A, WE’s second team, at the beginning of this year.
From there, he learned that WE’s first-team mid laner, Ruofeng, already intended to retire next month.
With the jungler and support having already left, the entirety of WE was barely holding on.
If the mid laner announced his retirement at this point, WE might completely disband.
When that time came…
Without a doubt, Factory Director and the others who had been the first to leave would become the greatest traitors in the eyes of WE fans, and even the chief culprits behind WE’s disbandment.
The sparks of resentment that had originally been forcefully suppressed would instantly swell into a raging inferno.
Getting involved with Factory Director at a time like this really could get one cyberbullied.
That was why Han Jin had wanted to find Factory Director and have him delete the reply.
In his eyes, Chu Bai was just an ordinary player.
If Chu Bai ended up being dragged into this and cyberbullied because of a single reply from Factory Director, that would be far too unjust.
Chu Bai came to a realization, but he immediately saw this as an opportunity.
By now, he already had a rough understanding of quite a few domestic teams.
Since WE’s mid laner was known to be retiring soon, didn’t that mean he might have a chance to pick up a bargain?
Judging by his current progress, with constant regressions, he could at most challenge the top of the Chinese server by next week.
By then, there would probably be no small number of teams contacting him, but compared with an established powerhouse like WE, they would not be very attractive.
You, WE, just so happen to be short a mid laner, and I just so happen to be a mid laner.
See? How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
Based on the system’s name, Chu Bai very naturally thought that the next mission would probably be to find a way to join a professional team. Naturally, he began making arrangements ahead of time.
After all, the system was called “Strongest Professional Player.” Of course he had to go pro.
“…You really dare to dream. Why don’t you say you’ll go to EDG, then? EDG is short a mid laner too.”
Han Jin was rather speechless after hearing his words.
He had no idea where Chu Bai’s confidence came from.
“EDG works too, I guess.”
Chu Bai wasn’t picky. EDG was the team formed by those players who had left WE or whatever, so their level in the current domestic scene should not be low either.
The corners of Han Jin’s mouth twitched. For some reason, he thought of Sa Beining’s line: Peking University was okay.
“I’m hanging up.”
Chu Bai gave an mm, hung up the phone, and fell into thought.
Today was the first week since he had transmigrated. His rank had already climbed to Diamond, and he had also preliminarily gotten to know two professional players.
One was Royal Club’s former mid laner, White.
The other was WE.A’s player Han Jin, which could be considered a preliminary connection to WE.
Although he wasn’t sure whether what that White had said about helping him contact Royal Club if he reached rank one on the Chinese server was true, Chu Bai did not mind giving it a try.
In any case, he had originally intended to hit rank one on the Chinese server anyway.
Enduring his distaste, he finished a bowl of local specialty zhajiangmian, then turned on the computer again.
His tastes leaned toward the Hubei side: heavier oil and heavier spice.
Shanghai, meanwhile, leaned sweeter, which was a little hard for him to accept.
League of Legends, launch!
Wait Until Dark joined the team.
…
Minglian丶 joined the team.
“Mm?”
At this moment, Chu Bai had already played three games, another three-win streak.
It was almost noon. Chu Bai looked with some surprise at his teammate’s ID in the lower-left corner.
When he had gotten up today, he had chatted with Han Jin. This Minglian丶 was that Factory Director from WE.
He was also the person on Tieba who had spoken up for him.
So he really used the same ID across every platform?
Minglian丶: ?
Very good. It seemed the other party had recognized him as well.
Thinking about it, that made sense. Factory Director had only commented on him yesterday; there was no way he could forget that quickly.
Chu Bai had no intention of greeting him.
What was there to say?
Forcing conversation out of nothing would be far too ridiculous.
But he had no idea just how astonished Factory Director was at this moment.
At the EDG club, Ming Kai had already narrowed his eyes, directly giving a death stare.
“If I remember right… I’m already at 976 LP, aren’t I?”
Diamond IV getting matched with me, a thousand-LP Challenger…
This hidden MMR had really already shot up into the sky.
He opened up the Box and checked the other party’s match history.
Sure enough, another three-win streak.
In the third game, aside from himself, everyone else had already been Challenger.
Looking at it that way, getting matched with him, a thousand-LP Challenger, was not that exaggerated either…
Like hell it wasn’t!
In full-Challenger games, this guy could still average double-digit kills and hard-stomp every match?!
Was his Talon really that good?
Ming Kai’s eyes flickered.
This person looked very strong, seemingly even stronger than that U he had taken an interest in some time ago.
Then, should he have him come to EDG for a tryout?
At this time, Ming Kai had not yet finished assembling the team, so it was very normal for him to be tempted after seeing a powerful solo-queue king.
After thinking for a bit, Ming Kai did not directly send an invitation. Instead, he sent a line that seemed somewhat out of nowhere.
Minglian丶: Level-Eight Gale, are you into anime?
Chu Bai froze for a moment.
What the fuck kind of question was that?