Chapter 44: I've Already Thrown the Game

That day, after finishing a training match, Liang Yan yawned and stretched, a sight Ka Lao Si noticed, so he called Liang Yan over for a private session:

"Liang, if you're bored with training matches at this level…… perhaps you have your own training plan?"

"Ah?"

Liang Yan didn't react at first—was this hinting that I wasn't serious in training matches, or that I could do other training on my own?

So Liang Yan directly asked:

"What do you mean?"

Ka Lao Si gave a hehe laugh:

"I mean, if you have a better training plan, you can skip……"

Liang Yan understood immediately.

Isn't this openly asking for special treatment?

Liang Yan agrees with the idea of special education for special talents, but in a team‑based competition like League of Legends, giving special treatment to one team member will inevitably create rifts within the team.

For Liang Yan, whose goal is to fully control the entire team, this is exactly something he must avoid at all costs.

Moreover, although the opponents in these two days' training matches are weak, they're still better than queuing for ranked and relying on luck to get teammates.

After all, real‑time voice chat and public‑channel typing are two different concepts; a systematic tactic requires real‑time communication and tacit cooperation, which is why the intensity of ranked play can't be compared to that of professional team matches.

So Liang Yan immediately refused Ka Lao Si's suggestion:

"No, just arrange it for me."

Ka Lao Si carefully observed Liang Yan's expression, confirming he was serious and not just being polite.

"Then how about you and Lao Li take turns?"

"Hmm, this arrangement works fine for now."

If I could play in every training match, that would be ideal, but we also need to consider Lao Li's feelings, right?

Ka Lao Si asked again:

"Do you prefer morning, afternoon, or evening?"

That question sounded kind of weird...

Liang Yan thought for a moment:

"Any works—I'll take whichever has the higher intensity."

"Oh, you like it more exciting……"

Teacher Ka stroked the stubble on his chin,

"But usually a day's training matches are against the same team, so the intensity doesn't differ much. Maybe evenings are a bit tougher? Because mornings and afternoons you might get sleepy."

"Just arrange it however, but……"

Liang Yan suddenly shifted his tone:

"I have a request."

Ka Lao Si watched Liang Yan's extremely serious expression, feeling a bit uneasy—what if this is a tough request; should he agree or not?

After a moment of silence, Ka Lao Si finally didn't dare to agree outright:

"Go ahead and say it."

"When I play, let Lao Zhang play with me."

"You mean Zhang?"

"Yes."

Ka Lao Si fell silent again, thinking while occasionally glancing at Liang Yan.

"Can you tell me the reason for this request?"

"Of course……"

Liang Yan nodded.

This wasn't a spur‑of‑the‑moment idea; he had been mulling it over for a while, planning to bring it up with Ka Lao Si when the chance arose.

He had already decided what reason to give for this request.

"Because we're both Chinese, we'd communicate better if we played together?"

"Obviously not… because Ka Lao Si has long said that all formal communication in any match must be in English."

Liang Yan had a better reason.

And no need to make it up.

"Because we're already friends—we often duo‑queued before—so I have synergy with Lao Zhang, but not with Expect. Also……"

Liang Yan paused, feigned hesitation, then chose to speak frankly:

"You probably guessed it—I do have a bias against ***."

Sincerity is the highest form of emotional intelligence.

Liang Yan didn't learn this only after entering society; he understood it even before leaving the orphanage.

Sure enough, Ka Lao Si had no doubt at all.

Of course there was no need to doubt, because Liang Yan was speaking the truth.

Ka Lao Si slowly nodded:

"Okay, if that's the reason, I can agree to it now."

Liang Yan looked at Ka Lao Si.

Ka Lao Si smiled:

"I understand."

Liang Yan exhaled in relief.

Thus, my and Lao Zhang's professional journey finally got on track.

This is certainly a huge favor.

But Lao Zhang is a true friend, so no need for many words.

Ka Lao Si raised his hand to check his watch.

"Break time's over, let's go back."

Hooking Liang Yan's shoulder, he walked inward,

"Will you still be up later?"

"Okay."

……

One hour later.

It's still early; there's more than an hour until dinner.

But the other side said they weren't playing anymore.

That meant the training match agreement with G2 was canceled.

The training match with VIT started this morning; the whole morning, CyanideFI was playing, both sides had wins and losses, G2 won a bit more, about a 70-30 win rate.

Starting from the end of the lunch break at 1 PM, Liang Yan went onto the field.

So far, we've played a total of four games.

Among the four games, only one lasted past twenty minutes; the other three ended in under fifteen minutes, with the opposing side quitting the game via Alt+F4.

After the previous game ended, the VIT coach called and said they weren't playing anymore.

In the training room, everyone was silent.

In the eerie atmosphere, people occasionally glanced at Liang Yan; their eyes held helplessness and fear, even Lao Zhang's gaze at Liang Yan was like looking at a monster.

Lao Zhang already knew Liang Yan was strong before.

But I didn't know he was this strong——

Burst kill,

Burst kill,

Or rather, his mother's burst kill!!!

Before it was ranked matches; now it's a professional team training match!

The result isn't any better than ranked matches!

It'd be weird if this mindset didn't break!

If I were the opposing jungler, putting myself in their shoes, I'd expect their psychological scars to be knocked out!

No matter what lineup is picked, even if an early-game lineup faces a late-game one, they get caught and completely collapse within ten-plus minutes—who wouldn't question their life?

"Well... yes... sorry... I didn't expect this either; maybe your understanding of the version is off a bit... uh."

Ka Lao Si looked at the phone screen showing the opposing side's violently hung-up call, his face a mix of laughter and tears. Then he looked toward Liang Yan.

That gaze was like looking at a monster.

Liang Yan spread his hands:

"Don't look at me; I deliberately didn't use my ultimate in that fight, and in the previous games, even though the enemy kept invading my jungle to place wards, I pretended not to notice—I've already held back a lot...

"Do you want me to hold back even more? But holding back more would be ineffective; you can't practice anything, and it'd be better to just play ranked."

Liang Yan wasn't being modest; he was speaking the truth.

Liang Yan wasn't in Versailles; everything he said was true.

……

I posted early today to reach a total of 100,000 characters.

(Written last night after staying up late, I have no draft saved!)

The next chapter will be the 100,000-character one, namely the chapter that decides the full read at 100k characters, so I implore everyone not to skip chapters; even if you think it's filler, please spend at least a minute or two reading it.

Also, those who keep the book, don't keep it for more than a week! If your reading streak breaks, the book is ruined!

This is very important to me!

Thank you!

I forgot to say the day before yesterday, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

Go eat an expired mooncake, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~

Black truffle custard flowing center, if you have an allergy-prone constitution, don't eat it!

Black truffle custard with a flowing center—if you have an allergic constitution, don't eat it!