Chapter 124 - Group stage match, first win.
The assistant delivered dinner to the practice room, and they ate there.
Although they had just won two BO1 matches today, there wasn't much of a celebratory atmosphere in the practice room. Everyone stared attentively at the game on their computer monitor, and even Xiao Bai didn't secretly slack off to eat snacks.
Lu Boyuan practiced until his wrist felt somewhat sore. With his previous experience, he knew that meant he needed to rest for a while.
He AFKed in the lobby and turned to glance at Jian Rong's game. The chat in the bottom left corner of the screen was in the middle of an argument.
It was true that this started off as a dispute between their team and HT, but in the middle, some unidentified creatures who wanted to watch the show and fan the flames too joined in on the fun. At last, the players from both regions completely shed any and all pretense of friendliness.
Xiao Bai was also observing the flame war going on in Jian Rong's game. On the enemy team, a Korean player was using especially obscene language that even Xiao Bai couldn't tolerate. "You're still not gonna fire back?"
Jian Rong said, "There's nothing really to fire back, it's not like he can understand."
"Use English! A translator!"
"The things I want to say can't be conveyed in English." Jian Rong solo killed the opposing mid laner and pressed "B" to recall to base. "Also, these dumbasses are all keeping their eye on me right now... I'll be banned the moment I let out a single insult."
Xiao Bai: "Damn, so you're just gonna take it then? These grandsons... I guess I'll have to play on the Korean server for the next few days."
Jian Rong sneered, mostly expressionless.
These people didn't even want their high-ranked accounts anymore; they just wanted to humiliate him until he went back to the Chinese server.
Right now, he was only about a hundred LP away from Master. There was no way he was going to leave.
What's more, in this game, flaming someone wasn't actually the best way to screw with their state of mind.
As he pulled out the item "Dark Seal" and stormed back to the mid lane, someone suddenly pinched his ear.
"Want me to make you a cup of coffee?" Lu Boyuan traced the edge of his ear.
The murderous look on Jian Rong's face lightened a little. "...mn."
Jian Rong hadn't eaten much at any meal today, maybe because he had been angered quite a bit by Rish. Lu Boyuan knew that Jian Rong was going to practice until the middle of the night. Worried that he was going to get low blood sugar again, Lu Boyuan opened a drawer and took out a lollipop, which he then unwrapped and held next to Jian Rong's lips.
Jian Rong paused before he tilted his head and stuffed the entire candy into his mouth.
When Lu Boyuan went to the break room next door to make coffee, a sigh came from behind him.
"Do you think they're a little too tense?" Ding-ge spoke in a low voice, "Did I put too much pressure on them with what I said today?"
Lu Boyuan didn't bother turning around. He said calmly, "What's the point of competing if there isn't any pressure."
Ding-ge was taken aback for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "That's also true. The only thing is—we have an extremely important duty to fulfill at MSI this time."
