【Topic】【Let me tell you a joke: Server's best LeBlanc】
1st floor
「OP」:
Accidentally spectated the scrims between the Operator Team and the Korean Meme team through the online viewing system—everyone knows scrims usually can't be spectated, this time it was probably intentionally leaked... When I tuned in, it had already started for a few minutes. First Blood was on the opposing Mid Laner, with no assists from other teammates—Smiling got solo killed.
Anyway, they lost miserably. A Tai on the opposing team used LeBlanc to completely dominate Smiling, turning mid lane into a direct weak point...
You could tell the other teammates were trying hard to stage a reverse sweep.
But they couldn't carry a useless Azir in mid who just ulted and died in team fights, getting out-farmed by double the CS! How do you even play like this... Look at what you've been hyping as the "hope of domestic Mid Laners" these past few days.
2nd floor
「Ah Wen」:
Win and you praise, lose and you trash—you guys are experts at this.
3rd floor
「One Punch Sends You to Heaven」:
What does one scrim prove? And what a coincidence that the one match they lost after winning so many gets leaked? The Meme team's intentions are obvious. Why does a team with so many championships have so few fans? Maybe it's time to think about that...
Pope and Cheng Ge leaving TAT was absolutely the right choice. I bet their fans are relieved too? Loving a player but hating their team must be such a contradiction.
4th floor
「Fishy Kisses」:
You hypocrites defending your trash mom? Weren’t you the ones hyping them up before? Winning against a bunch of weak domestic teams and shouting louder than anyone—hilarious. How does it feel to get slapped in the face now?
Let me tell you a joke: Server's best LeBlanc, getting destroyed by someone else's LeBlanc.
Another joke: All-Chinese Team.
Never beating Korean teams. S6 will still be Korea's year.
5th floor
「I Laughed Then」:
Out of all the Korea fanboys, I respect the 4th floor the most. Mocking the All-Chinese Team? You’re self-deprecating to the core and still expect respect? Dignity isn’t given—it’s earned.
...
678th floor
「iamyourgrandfather」: The ones celebrating like crazy above are the real idiots—and that’s a statement, not an insult.
At least the hype came after a winning streak. You losers couldn’t even wait after one scrim loss—been holding it in for a while, huh? Couldn’t resist, could you?
Trashing others makes you happy.
Hating makes you joyful.
S6 is Korea’s year? When China wins, are you gonna livestream eating something in the bathroom? Maybe chop something off too? :)
...
Lu Sicheng lifted his hands from the keyboard and glanced at the empty chair beside him. After a pause, he asked Xiao Rui, who happened to be passing by: "Is that shorty still sleeping upstairs?"
"Nah, he’s awake. He went out with Ai Jia from the neighboring team!"
"Ai Jia?"
"And his girlfriend. Heard they went out for dinner to relax—honestly, it’s good for him to get out. Better than seeing all that online crap... You saw it too, right?" Xiao Rui pointed at Lu Sicheng’s computer screen and rolled his eyes. "Who even leaks scrims like that? Who’s gonna want to scrim with them now?""So they can never schedule scrims, not even domestically. Usually, they just practice internally between their first and second teams."
"Hmph, those bastards... It's good for Tong Yao to go out and clear her head right now. Even if she acts like she doesn’t care, she’s definitely upset inside. She hasn’t pulled an all-nighter gaming since she got here, but today she didn’t sleep until who knows how late."
Nine-thirty.
After sitting there crying her eyes out.
Lu Sicheng glanced at the clock on the team headquarters wall. The hour hand was nearly at "12," and the minute hand had already passed the halfway mark—almost midnight.
...Would this woman jump into the Huangpu River?
Lu Sicheng propped his chin on one hand, distractedly wondering, while Xiao Rui continued muttering behind him—
"But speaking of which, I still don’t really get why A Tai’s whole ‘beat you with the champion you’re best at’ tactic works so well on you pro players?... Back when God Niu retired, and now with Tong Yao like this—logically, wouldn’t getting stomped in lane with your main champion be even more demoralizing?"
"Is it really that hard to understand?"
Lu Sicheng fiddled with his mouse—
"Because being ‘proficient with a champion’ doesn’t just mean understanding its skills and mechanics. It encompasses your entire grasp of League of Legends as a game. So when you lose like that..."
"Then what?"
"Let me put it this way. Imagine you’ve been top of your class in English your whole life, surpassing everyone around you, even chatting effortlessly with your English teacher. You’re the star of every school event and speech, a legend in your city’s English scene—until one day, after winning first place in some national competition, you attend an English summer camp. There, you realize every single person is at least as good as you, and some are saying things that make you think, ‘What the hell are they even talking about?’ And just as you’re standing there, confused and uneasy, they turn around and mock you: ‘How did someone like you even qualify for this camp?’"
"..."
"What would you do?"
"..."
"Now compare that to a gathering where people speak different languages. If someone’s German is excellent and they can communicate better than you in German, what would you think? Probably just: ‘Wow, their German is amazing,’ but it wouldn’t bother you, because English is still the common language there."
"Oh, when you put it that way..."
"So Leblanc, for that shorty, is probably like—"
Before Lu Sicheng could finish, his phone rang again. He waved a dismissive hand, signaling Xiao Rui to answer it and scram. Xiao Rui picked up with a "Hello?" and walked off—
Then returned five minutes later.
The team manager nudged the captain’s chair. "Got nothing better to do?"
Lu Sicheng deadpanned, "Very busy. Gotta argue with idiots on the forum for three hundred rounds..."
Xiao Rui: "Why’d you change your ID?"
Lu Sicheng: "The last one got banned."Xiao Rui: "...What on earth did you say to get banned? Ah, whatever. Captain, as the team manager, I just received a call. The Mid Laner from the neighboring team said your Mid Laner is completely wasted—so drunk that neither he nor his girlfriend can get her back, not even manage to pull her away from the table. They need someone to help..."
"What does 'completely wasted' even mean?"
"It means drunk. Your Chinese isn't great, huh!"
"They're at a bar?"
"Yeah."
"That bar doesn't want to stay in business?" Lu Sicheng stood up and grabbed his jacket. "Daring to sell alcohol to minors."
Xiao Rui shrugged and quickly named a bar—one not far from their team headquarters. It wasn't a particularly rowdy place; nearby esports clubs often went there for gatherings or victory celebrations. The ZGDX and YQCB team bases were within walking distance.
So Lu Sicheng didn't drive. He walked.
...Of course, the main reason was that he was afraid she might throw up in the car. You can't reason with a drunk person, and you certainly can't just toss them into the Huangpu River—Lu Sicheng didn't need that kind of misplaced anger driving him insane.
...
As Lu Sicheng set off for the bar.
Meanwhile.
At the bar.
Unaware that the Grim Reaper of their team was already on his way, ZGDX's Mid Laner sat cheerfully at the bar, one hand holding a glass of amber liquid, the other playing with her phone—
The screen's glow illuminated her alcohol-flushed face as she squinted, scrolling through the forum, reading the mocking and hateful comments while sipping her drink with a "slurp."
When the glass was empty again, she slammed it down among the four or five other empty glasses in front of her, raised her hand, and craned her neck: "Waiter! Another glass of iced tea!"
"Iced tea, my ass! Long Island Iced Tea, you bumpkin!" The tall, pretty girl beside her nervously tried to push her arm down while covering her mouth. "If you want iced tea, I'll buy you a whole case from the supermarket—Uni-President brand! One case not enough? I'll get two! Now shut up!"
"No."
"You're drunk."
"I'm not. How can you get drunk on iced tea?" Tong Yao giggled, turning to cup her best friend's face, then let out a boozy burp. "Iced tea makes me happy. Iced tea brings me joy."
"...What the hell weird stuff have you been reading on the forum again?"
"My grandpa said that."
"???" Jin Yang looked baffled, snatched Tong Yao's phone, glanced at it, then muttered, "Who the hell would use that kind of username?" before stuffing the phone under her butt to sit on it, one arm still trying to restrain the shorty who kept squirming against her. "Didn't I tell you to stop reading that garbage online? Why won't you listen? Huh? Tong Yao, open your eyes and look at me—god, you internet-addicted kids are infuriating—"
"...I'm not one," Ai Jia weakly protested from behind his girlfriend.“Why so fragile?” Jin Yang finished her sentence without being affected by the person behind her. “It’s just losing one scrim. How could anyone expect to win all the time? If losing one scrim makes you like this, even glass would feel wronged being called as fragile as you…”
“I don’t care what those people say! Trolls have never been the reason I’m defeated!” Tong Yao raised her head, her eyes momentarily bright with relief, but soon…
Tong Yao grinned: “What I care about is that Leblanc is like a—heeheeheehee.”
Jin Yang: “…”
“She cares about being beaten by someone using her own signature champion! Wouldn’t that make you question your life?” Ai Jia said. “I know this feeling!”
“You know nothing.” Jin Yang rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you getting beaten all the time? Or is it because you don’t even have a signature champion? Look at our poor Tong Yao—”
By now, Tong Yao had already slid entirely out of her chair and onto Jin Yang’s lap. She wrapped her arms around Jin Yang’s neck and nuzzled against her coquettishly: “Mommy, I lost my baby teeth…”
“…”
Jin Yang was about to lose it.
Fortunately, at that moment, the bar door was pushed open from outside, and a tall figure appeared at the entrance. After greeting the bar owner, he scanned the room and locked onto a table in the corner—
He saw his Mid Laner sitting in a princess-carry position on a strange, beautiful woman. Compared to the other’s refined makeup, she looked like an actual elementary school student.
Lu Sicheng walked over, startling the two sober people at the table. Ai Jia stood up: “Cheng Ge, why are you here?”
Jin Yang also wanted to stand up politely and shake hands or something, but she was currently weighed down by an immovable person. So she could only nod reservedly at her idol, who was so close yet out of reach, before lowering her head to pat the face of the person in her arms: “Hey, still with us? Buddy, someone’s here to pick you up.”
Tong Yao seemed to have been asleep earlier.
Now she drowsily opened her eyes, squinting hard at the silhouette of the person standing in front of her. She looked up at her best friend and said: “I’m drunk.”
Jin Yang: “?”
Tong Yao: “I’m hallucinating. I see our captain, heehee, glaring at me with a dark face, looking so fierce like he wants to throw me into the Huangpu River.”
Jin Yang: “Oh? Then I’ll fish your corpse out downstream tomorrow.”
Tong Yao grinned uncontrollably.
Lu Sicheng crouched in front of the two, looking up intently at the girl who was grinning with a mouthful of white teeth. He asked Ai Jia behind him: “How did she get this drunk?”
“She was in a bad mood. Jin Yang was afraid she’d brood alone and go read all the online nonsense out of boredom, so she dragged her out.” Ai Jia scratched his head nervously. “After dinner, we thought we’d have a drink and chat, but this one went overboard…”
“I drank iced black tea,” Tong Yao said seriously, no longer smiling.
“Shut up,” Lu Sicheng said flatly.
Tong Yao froze.
And indeed fell silent.
But a few seconds later, she suddenly let go of Jin Yang’s neck and leaned sideways toward Lu Sicheng… As she was about to slip off, the man reached out to steady her, preventing her from falling. Instead, she reached up and pinched his face—Ai Jia and Jin Yang both instinctively held their breath.
Tong Yao tugged at the slightly cold face before her, pulling at it with a grin full of mischief in her eyes: "Why are you still so damn fierce even in my dreams?"
Lu Sicheng swatted away the hand pinching him and said to Ai Jia, who stood behind him looking utterly bewildered, "I'll take this lunatic back." As Ai Jia's face lit up with gratitude at being saved, he directed Ai Jia and Jin Yang to lift Tong Yao onto his back and secure her—
"Be careful not to drop her," Jin Yang said, watching her friend draped over Lu Sicheng's back, patting her butt to keep her from squirming.
"Cheng Ge carrying her is like carrying a tiny backpack—where could she possibly fall?" Ai Jia muttered with a dark expression, turning to see his girlfriend looking uneasy and about to follow. He grabbed her arm, "What are you trying to do now?"
"Send Tong Yao back, of course," Jin Yang replied as if it were obvious.
"Isn't Cheng Ge handling it?"
"Leave them alone together, a man and a woman?"
"You're worried about Cheng Ge's character?"
"I'm worried about Tong Yao's character."
"..."
While they were talking, Lu Sicheng had already steadily walked out of the bar with that lump on his back—he moved swiftly, and the extra hundred or so pounds on his back didn’t seem to affect him at all...
Soon, they left the noisy streets behind. Along the way, the rare sight of a cold-faced, handsome man carrying a girl who had her head buried and was doing who-knows-what drew many sidelong glances—until—
Plop.
"Flip-flops. Flip-flops." The person hanging limply on the man's back suddenly jolted awake, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck. "Whoa! Whoa! My flip-flops fell off, fell off, fell off!"
The man, nearly choked by the sudden stranglehold, stopped and glanced at the roadside—for a split second, he seriously considered just tossing her off his back. But after a brief pause, he bent down with a dark expression, picked up the fallen flip-flops, and held them in his hand.
Continuing forward—
"Where are my flip-flops?" The person clinging to his neck stretched her own neck to ask.
"In my hand."
"I want to wear them."
"You're not walking—why do you need them? Stop squirming, or I'll drop you."
Still moving forward—
"Lu Sicheng."
"..."
"Is my chest soft?"
"..."
"Just kidding, I don’t have any—it's just padding, hee hee hee."
"..."
Having crossed the bustling streets and nearing the residential area, the light of victory was in sight, so he couldn’t stop now—continuing forward—
"Shorty."
"Hmm?" The short-haired girl, her chin resting on the man's shoulder, obediently turned her head to look at his profile.
"You know, in esports, wins and losses are just part of the game, right?"
"...I know," the girl replied, narrowing her eyes with a smile. "Isn’t that what I told you before?"
"And you also know that no matter how much people trash-talk online, it won’t stop you from becoming a great esports athlete, right?"
"Mhm." The girl rested her chin back on his shoulder, sniffled, and yawned. "I know, so I’m not scared of their trash talk."
Lu Sicheng fell silent.At this moment, the two had already entered the villa compound where the team headquarters was located. Apart from the occasional streetlights spaced at intervals, the surroundings were shrouded in darkness... Occasionally, lights flickered from some villas, accompanied by the sounds of televisions—Tong Yao listened quietly to the chirping of insects coming from a nearby bush. She closed her eyes, while from her other ear came the steady, even breathing of the man.
After a long silence.
She suddenly spoke up—
"Cheng Ge, I wasn't crying because of wins or losses, or because of those haters' comments, or even because of my own pride."
"......"
"I just hate myself for dragging my teammates down."
"......"
"Anxious, uneasy, full of self-doubt and guilt—do I really know this game? Do I really deserve to play in the Professional League? Do I truly understand Leblanc, this Champion?"
Lu Sicheng felt the weight of her head press heavily against his shoulder. She paused, then suddenly spoke in a very soft, almost whisper-like voice: "Leblanc, to me, is a kind of faith."
"......"
"And now that faith has crumbled. What should I do?"
Perhaps they had unintentionally approached that bush, or perhaps the man's breathing had grown even quieter, but the chirping from the bushes became louder and more vivid, almost drowning out the girl's voice... The man stopped under a streetlight and remained silent for a while.
The girl tightened her slightly cold arms around the man's neck, like a drowning person clutching their last piece of driftwood—
After a long silence.
"How about building a new faith with the determination to win?"
"......" The girl was taken aback, then scoffed. "It's not that easy."
The man stepped out of the streetlight's glow, and the person on his back missed the faint smile hidden by the darkness on his lips—
"How would you know without trying?"
"I know without trying."
"It's easy. I'll teach you."
"...Liar. You're so strong—you've never suffered this kind of humiliation. You can't teach this."
"......"
"Why are you silent again?"
"Because what you said makes sense."
"......"
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