Chapter 459: Condi Doesn't Want to Take the Blame!

After repeatedly taking down the bottom lane, Jiao Shen began to act against Xi Ye in the middle lane.

I have a bad feeling……

What is it?

It feels like the match has entered the stage where Qing Gang Ying can mindlessly catch people.

Emmm…… If you're talking about doing whatever you want, there's still a bit of a distance, but indeed just now catching Xi Ye already had a hint of that, so there's no need to think too much—if there's an opportunity, just act and kick to secure the kill.

He actually didn't kick him just now—Xi Ye used his flash to retreat under the tower, yet he was still killed outright! Qing Gang Ying even just landed an AQW!

Mainly because Syndra burst strong…… Let's still take a look at Jiao Shen's build; Jiao Shen went back home again, and I don't know if he has a completed build this time.

No, he doesn't buy completed items; he's all scattered pieces!

He doesn't even make a tier‑3 jungle knife…… He's heading straight for Trinity Force, Jiao Shen's step is a bit big—could it bring some hidden danger?

What hidden danger could there be? Condi now doesn't even dare to glance at him!

Indeed the jungle matchup gap is getting quite big……

Qing Gang Ying heading out is all scattered items: a tier‑2 jungle knife, Yaoguang, Tiamat, straw shoes, Chang Jian, a true sight ward, all six slots packed full.

Although they're all scattered items, Condi is envy‑stricken.

Condi's Mang Seng likewise didn't make a tier‑3 jungle knife; his scattered items are only a Korff's Warhammer and a pair of straw shoes—compared to Qing Gang Ying, the difference is worlds apart.

Damn, he doesn't even have many kills—how is he so fat?

When Qing Gang Ying appeared in the upper river to place wards, Condi saw the opponent's equipment, feeling both shocked and helpless, and couldn't help but complain.

Now he no longer wants to chase the gap, because time is fast approaching mid‑game and the jungle matchup disparity has basically solidified; trying to close it is unrealistic. But Condi dares not give up, because the enemy jungler performed outstandingly early—two successful bottom‑lane ganks, one mid‑lane gank, all yielding brilliant results, whereas his own attempts yielded nothing and even risked killing his teammates—if the game continues like this, winning would still be fine, just earning the nickname of 'carried win', but if he loses? Then this match can be summed up in four words:

【Jungle Gap!】

If it were just being scolded a few times by WE's fans on Weibo, it wouldn't matter.

What Condi worries about is that this might affect his market value.

After all, this is the semifinals of the playoffs, a crucial game; he contributed nothing and merely served as a backdrop highlighting the opponent's prowess—something everyone is watching, possibly even countless viewers worldwide……

Moreover, WE's boss Sky is sitting right backstage!

Condi is anxious, very anxious.

No, this won't do; he must do something to assert his presence! Even if he can't lead the team to a comeback, at least he shouldn't take the blame!

"Condi has finally reached level six; it's time to make a real move!"

Wawa was cheering for WE on the commentator's desk; regardless of whether the players could hear, it sufficed to comfort the fans.

Just then the director switched the camera to Condi, and Miller took a look at Mang Seng's gear:

"Emm, Condi's gear really isn't enough to look at…… but……"

Miller temporarily changed his tone, because Wawa lightly tugged at his shorts from under the desk—commentators only appear on upper body, so the lower half isn't filmed; aside from the fake‑serious long fur, both Wawa and Miller wear a big pair of shorts below.

Wawa's style is more flamboyant—he's wearing a pair of wildly colored four‑point (or three‑point?) shorts with a dark‑blue suit on top, which really looks rather mismatched.

Miller, meanwhile, retains a bit of a gentleman's restraint: his lower half is a plain gray five‑point short, his upper half a gray suit; though equally mismatched, it's far better than Wawa's—at least it isn't as conspicuous.

Speaking of this trick, hosts on major TV stations often use it: formal top, casual bottom; after work they take off the top and go straight to play ball—how suave!

As for the commentators doing this, besides convenience, it's also to stay comfortable—given this scorching heat, the venue is already hot with crowds, and the commentator desk is even stuffier; wearing non‑breathable long pants would truly be torture.

After being tugged by Wawa, Miller swiftly shifted his line:

"However, if Condi is going to gank bottom, his gear isn't that important—after all, two squishy targets, as long as teammates chip in some damage, the output will definitely overflow; whether he can catch someone mainly depends on timing, and if the timing is right everything can work out."

"That's right—looking at Condi's movement…… is he really going to gank bottom?"

"Besides bottom lane, there's really nothing else worth considering."

"Top lane's Garen is thick‑skinned and meaty; Condi's current development definitely can't take him down, and even if he could, it wouldn't mean much—because Leg Brother's barrel is a tanky barrel, extra bulk has limited use, his value mainly lies in initiating team fights."

"Meanwhile, mid‑lane Marquis is renowned as the most stable mid‑laner in the entire LPL; since the 2017 spring season his average deaths per game are only 1.1 (versus the region's average of about 2.3), lower than Uzi's, making him the player with the fewest average deaths across all positions and players, and he still has Flash in hand—trying to kill him is truly extremely difficult."

"After thinking it through, bottom lane is comparatively the easiest to gank, so the only route Condi can take is this one."

Miller observed the battlefield, combined with detailed data to analyze Condi's route choice—reasonable and evidence‑based, making it convincing.

And his prediction was spot‑on: Condi indeed headed for bottom lane, sneaking about furtively; though he is a mighty monk, he made himself feel like a gentleman on the beams, his steps—two paces, a pause, three paces, a glance back—provoked laughter.

However, Condi's caution ultimately reaped its reward.

"From the dragon pit I probed the ward, then smashed the Explosive Fruit to leap over the wall!"

"Wow, that was close—Marquis just happened to come by to place a ward!"

"But they didn't see him! Condi wasn't spotted by anyone along the way—he just dodged Marquis's ward‑checking scout, and when the ward was placed in the bushes, Condi had already been flung past by the Explosive Fruit!"

"Nice work, Condi—this vision‑bypass play is quite the essence!"

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LetsgoG2!