Chapter 64 - .
Jian Rong's mind went blank. He only knew how to mechanically ban a champion, pick his champion, change his runes.
Fortunately, those actions were practically muscle memory by now, or else he might've done something god-tier like ban LeBlanc, pick Teemo, take Clarity as a summoner spell.
Lu Boyuan was still conversing with the barrage in Jian Rong's stream.
"Why aren't I streaming... too much work. Also, Soft is already streaming, so it's the same whether I do it or not."
[Yes yes yes you two are a duo husband package deal!!!]
[What's going on, I'm a R fan, but I also feel like something is a teensy bit weird?]
[Little dumbass, what's the matter? Only your hands are moving, even your eyes are motionless... are you frozen? Your soul left your body??]
[Dumbass your face is so red]
[His secret love has been discovered! Scream!! I'm embarrassed on behalf of my son!!!]
[It's not the same, I'd rather watch you stream by yourself! Is the team's management requiring you to help boost Soft's popularity? They're using their veteran members??]
[When will I be able to see Road and Tang Qin duo Q together QAQ]
"Nobody is requiring me to do anything, I was the one who asked him to queue together. Soft is extremely busy, so it's very hard for him to have time to carry me... Tang Qin? We won't queue together. It's not that I dislike her, it's..." Lu Boyuan chose his champion. "There isn't really a need."
Queueing with teammates was for the sake of practicing together. Queueing with pro players from other teams was for the sake of sounding out their strength. Queueing with female hosts... there truly wasn't a need for it.
"Enough, this is Soft's stream, so I won't be interacting anymore." Lu Boyuan minimized the stream window and glanced at the win rates of their other three teammates. They hadn't crashed cars with any pro players this time, but their teammates' win and play rates were all quite high. He controlled his champion and walked forward, saying, "Come with me, let's go and invade."
Jian Rong nodded and followed behind him. A moment passed before he remembered that they were sitting with their backs facing each other, so Lu Boyuan couldn't see him nodding. "...coming."
The barrage kept spamming "blushing blushing blushing," throwing Jian Rong's thoughts into turmoil. As he was recalling to base, he switched windows and turned off his camera while saying, "You all are too annoying."
In a twenty-three minute game, Jian Rong drank an entire cup of cold water.
Right as the game finished, the phone chimed on the dot. Jian Rong glanced down at it before he canceled their queue.
Lu Boyuan said, "What's up."
Jian Rong muted his stream mic before answering, "Ding-ge said that your hand is tired, he told you to go rest for a while."
Ding-ge's messages had been coming through from back then all the way until now. Lu Boyuan was already only reading it and not responding.
Lu Boyuan had always felt that "practicing less for the purpose of preventing a hand injury" was a paradox.
As a professional player, his only goal was to win. If he wanted to win, then he had to practice; the more proficient he became with practice, the stronger he would become. Wanting to achieve good scores without practicing: that was simply a preposterous fantasy.
