Chapter 184: I'm going to take a shower

October 4, 11:00 a. m.

RNG training room.

As the team's big crystal on the screen exploded, a sound of deflating and complaining echoed in the training room:

"Holy shit—"

"No, when did the Snake Team get this strong, brothers?"

"They're pumped up, damn it."

"Indeed absurd, we won a game this morning, I can barely stand it."

Xiaohu finished speaking, turned his head to look at Coach Fly standing behind him,

"Hey coach, forget it, if we keep playing I'm afraid Liushiyu's psychological trauma will be inflicted by the Vietnamese jungler."

"Fuck your mother, LiYuanhao!"

Mlxg, whose real name is Liushiyu, loudly protested,

"What do you mean I'm getting psychological trauma from being harassed by fans? Shouldn't you be saying you're the one getting psychological trauma?"

Xiaohu replied with a grin:

"I wasn't crushed in lane again."

Mlxg instantly got angry:

"You damn well weren't crushed in lane, you damn keep playing like Voldemort in mid lane, sticking to the mid tower duo, the enemy minion wave doesn't even get eaten and just follows the jungler, you damn, what are you pretending to be your mom for?"

Mlxg's foul mouth is well known, even when speaking to his own teammates, so everyone is used to it and doesn't think there's anything wrong with this remark full of mother references.

However, there is an exception: Mlxg speaks very politely to Uzi, who returned to RNG for the summer split; if he accidentally swears at Uzi, you can even hear him apologize to Uzi.

Just then, Uzi slapped the mouse with a pa sound, and then shouted irritably:

"Cut the damn noise!"

As soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent.

Even Fly, who was about to speak, swallowed his words and looked at the world's number one ADC, the great Jian Zihao.

Calling him 'great' is no exaggeration.

As everyone knows, Sanshao was able to kick out Su Xiaofei and become RNG's manager thanks to this feat of bringing Uzi back to RNG, showing how high Uzi's status is in RNG.

Everyone waited anxiously in the silence.

Fly waited a while, seeing that Uzi had only shouted that one line with no follow‑up, he cautiously approached and asked, "Self‑pride, what's wrong?"

He is Korean, speaking with a heavy Korean accent, but barely understandable.

"Nothing."

Uzi, his face flushed, glanced at him; his complexion wasn't great, but he didn't scold, merely his tone remained impatient,

"Let's keep playing, I don't believe we'll lose to the Snake Team, damn it!"

"Uh..."

Fly hesitated a moment, then still said:

"But we've already finished playing."

"What do you mean 'finished'?"

"It means..."

Fly couldn't express his meaning in Chinese, almost breaking into a sweat, but Mlxg helped him out with a sentence:

"Because we only scheduled a half‑day scrimmage with the Snake Team; there's nothing this afternoon."

"Nothing?"

Jian Zihao froze.

"Nothing."

"Let's schedule another! What's so hard about that!"

Uzi grew even more irritable; as his face flushed deeper, it seemed the surrounding air temperature rose as well.

"..."

Fly was at a loss for words.

Still, Mlxg helped answer:

"It's useless to tell him; the scrimmage wasn't arranged by him."

"Then whoever arranged it should go!"

Uzi certainly knew it wasn't Fly who arranged the scrimmage with the Snake Team; he shouted so loudly precisely so that the person who set it up would hear.

Uzi had seen, just now, someone trying to come in; upon hearing the voices in the training room, they slipped to the side.

That remark was naturally heard.

Sanshao, who had been hiding outside the door trying to pretend to just pass by, could no longer keep up the act; he squeezed out a stiff smile, walked in with his hands behind his back, and pretended not to know what had happened:

"What's up? Lost again? Why does the atmosphere seem off?"

If he hadn't brought it up, it would've been fine, but upon hearing "lost again," Uzi reacted as if he'd heard a "world-first shockwave," instantly flushing completely.

Sanshao also realized he had touched a reverse scale, and his voice grew softer the more he spoke.

But it was already too late.

With a pa sound, the lightning snake mouse, famed for its sturdy build, nearly got smashed flat on the spot.

Uzi's roar echoed in the training room:

"Damn, what do you mean 'lost again'?!"

"Can't you play properly?!"

"I keep having the advantage in bot lane every game and still lose; I really can't understand it—I could lose even while lying down!"

"Hey no, Liushiyu, I just wanted to ask you—am I really that much worse than the enemy? You come to the bottom lane once or twice in the first ten minutes every game, is that okay?"

"That's how you play the version where the bottom lane lacks the iron‑plated first blood tower, right, coach?"

"Why doesn't the jungler help mid or top, even though they have teleport, and still not help?!"

"Can't you see how the Snake Team plays, how G2 plays?! Damn, that European AD of G2 is so bad, every game their KDA looks way better than mine—am I the bad one?"

"Am I worse than everyone, right? Not worth helping, right?"

"Fine, do whatever you want, I'm going to take a shower."

"No joke, Uzi really went to take a shower."

"RNG had no match yesterday, and today is again the off‑season, so they spent the whole day scrimmaging against the Snake Team; last night they even insisted on playing until after 1 a. m., Uzi's hands were shaking after playing, he had no energy to shower, so he went back to his room and just slept."

"He also had a nightmare all night about the enemy constantly playing mahjong in the bottom lane, so you can't blame him for getting up late; in short, he got up, grabbed a bun, went straight to the training room and started playing (the bun was bought especially early by the team captain from three blocks away), and still didn't have time to shower."

"Only when Uzi's figure finally disappeared at the doorway did everyone dare to breathe again."

"Fly gave a wry smile to Sanshao."

"Sanshao laughed awkwardly, patted Fly's shoulder, and comforted him:"

"You've worked hard; he's just like that, actually he means no harm, don't take it to heart."

"Fly let out a long sigh, then suddenly looked serious at Sanshao:"

"Actually, even if pride weren't an issue, I originally wanted to make a suggestion to you."

"What is it?"

"Let's keep arranging scrimmages."

"Huh?"

"Keep arranging scrimmages, Snake!"

"... No, not yet been nu..."

"Sanshao originally wanted to say, 'Haven't we been abused enough?' but he thought that would kill his own team's morale and boost the enemy's, and he was also afraid that if Uzi heard it, it would be a big problem, so he quickly changed his wording:"

"That wouldn't be good, Jian Zhihao is already that angry; if we go on... whatever that is, I'm also afraid it'll affect everyone's mindset, coach."

"Sanshao cared too much about face to even say the word 'lose,' but Fly understood."

"I insist."

"Fly's expression grew even more serious as he looked at Sanshao and said:"

"I earnestly suggest we arrange more practice matches against Snake— the more, the better!"

"He almost managed to choke out the idiom, showing how serious he was."

"Sanshao stared at Fly in surprise, stunned for a good while."

"After thinking, he nodded:"

"Alright, then I'll give it a try."

"Saying that, he pulled out his phone and walked out."

"He didn't want his teammates to see him with a sulky face asking Zuowu for an extra match."

"Go for it! Wish you success!"

"Fly waved his fist behind him."

"Xiaohu immediately let out a lament: 'No way, really an extra match? How boring, guys—aren't you tired of playing the Snake Team every day? Anyway, I'm sick of it.'"

"Mlxg, however, shouted with fighting spirit: 'Add! Fuck his mother!'"

"Meanwhile, Sanshao hid at the end of the hallway and dialed the phone of Snake's manager, Zuowu:"

"Hey, Manager Zuo? Hey, it's me, hey, hey, Manager Zuo is really sharp—guess right every time, haha, yes yes... huh? You… you want to consult with G2?"

"No, we two teams are just having a scrimmage—what does G2 have to do with it?"