With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

Final exam.

Everything went smoothly for Azhen, and even Chi Fang, the academic underachiever, was looking forward to the final exams.

After all, with Teacher Xiaoqi's help, he felt that his grades had improved a lot, and now it was time to test the results.

After the exam, Jianmo said he would take everyone to relax.

We didn't go anywhere else; we just had the auntie cook something delicious and had some fun in the studio.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Ma Xuan suddenly asked, "Coach, you've been coaching us for so long, but I've never seen you play any games. Want to try? I looked at your account, but it seems you haven't played before. Why don't you play the boss's account? The boss shouldn't mind."

Jianmo certainly didn't mind, and even quietly handed Azhen the phone he usually used for training.

Azhen didn't stand on ceremony: "Okay, shall I play support?"

"Play whatever you want, Coach. What are you good at?" Shen Xiaoju was also a little curious. The coach was indeed very good at guiding them. From the way she arranged the lineups for them, it was clear that she knew how to play, but it was really hard to say how well she could play.

"Anything is fine." Azhen didn't finish her sentence; she really meant anything. Playing this kind of game was incredibly easy for her. Having traveled through so many worlds, she had played countless similar games.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but then they quickly realized it was normal. After all, he was a coach, so it wasn't surprising that he excelled at everything he did.

The other person's academic performance alone is astonishing.

Excellent people are excellent in many things.

Of course, of course.

"I'll play a different position this time, Huanhuan, I'll take your side lane." Chi Fang, who usually plays mid lane, chose the side lane this time.

Ma Xuan: "Little Langlang, your flanks are a mess. Are you trying to trick the coach? But I think it's fine. The coach is definitely good. Let's make it a little more difficult, haha. Okay, the flanks are yours."

Chi Fang: "That was a long time ago. Things have improved since then."

In Jian Mo's eyes, it might still be a lump, but it's not that bad; it can easily beat up random people.

"Then I'll play support," Ma Xuan said.

Xie Musheng bluntly exposed Ma Xuan's usual behavior when ranking up: "You guys like to abandon the carry role and rush forward recklessly as supports? You guys are quite good at picking, choosing the lanes you're least good at."

"Then I'll play jungle!" Xie Musheng said. "There has to be someone who knows how to play, we can't just keep dragging the coach down."

So he still chose the jungle position he usually trained in, since their account rank was not low, and if these few noobs really made a mistake, he could still save them.

He also has lanes he's not good at. In reality, these players are generally skilled in every lane, but it's impossible for them to be top-tier in every lane. However, even when given his least favorite lane, he can still play well in average solo queue games; it's impossible for him to be completely unfamiliar with a particular lane.

“Then there are two positions left, marksman and mid lane,” Shen Xiaoju said with a smile. “Coach, I won’t play marksman today. Let’s play mid lane. I’m not bad in mid lane. I usually carry when I play solo! We should be able to win.”

A-Zhu is fine with either option, so the location is determined.

Jianmo sat down next to Azhen with great interest and casually placed a cup of freshly brewed lemon tea on the table in front of her.

When the others saw this, they all laughed, and then they shouted at the auntie if their tea was ready, their tone somewhat sarcastic, as if they were talking to someone specifically.

The aunt had gotten to know them well and didn't mind, smiling and saying she'd be right there.

Jianmo rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with these troublemakers.

What do they know?
After entering the game and selecting a character, Chi Fang suddenly exclaimed, "Holy crap, we crashed! Why now of all times? It's really fate." Azhen hadn't noticed at first, but after glancing at the other side, she realized it was the Hua Fei Hua team. It was indeed quite a coincidence.

"Should we keep playing, or get a new phone?" Shen Xiaoju asked. Although they could easily defeat the Hua Fei Hua team now, they had swapped lanes and added a coach whose strength was unknown. Neither side had made any strategic lineup changes or targeted any specific opponents. But the Hua Fei Hua team was still quite strong.

"It's just one game, let's play it like this," Azhen said. "You guys aren't afraid of losing, are you?"

In competitive sports, winning and losing are both normal; the key is to cultivate the right mindset. After all, anything can happen when the time comes, and only by maintaining composure can you go all the way.

Ma Xuan laughed and said, "We've lost to them countless times before, and we're often the ones being dominated. We're used to it. As long as the coach doesn't care, why should we? Even so, since we've met them, we'll definitely play seriously."

“Then there’s no problem,” Xie Musheng said, somewhat relieved that he had chosen what he was good at, otherwise he would have been a little unsure.

Lei Fan on the other side was also reminding his teammates: "We've run into some familiar faces. Be careful. The characters they picked this game seem random. We might just be able to crush them."

Regardless, winning a game brings more joy, especially when it's against someone you know.

Both sides were fairly familiar with each other. The only thing Lei Fan hadn't anticipated was that, apart from the jungler, everyone on this side had changed their lane assignments and their habits were different from before.

When they saw the support player charging in aggressively, they were all stunned. Their first thought was, "Is that not him? Is it his younger sibling playing? Isn't he worried the enemy's damage dealers can't keep up?"
"Coach, you usually guide us, so you should be able to keep up, right? Hahaha..." Ma Xuan laughed, clearly intending to make things more difficult for Azhen.

At this moment, their own side lane was caught out, and when they saw the enemy jungler using a champion that the enemy was good at to show off, they thought, "This is more like it."

Later, when he saw the opposing side laner playing terribly—at least at his level, he thought it was terribly—and ultimately getting the first blood taken by his own teammate, he started to doubt if it really was that person. Huanhuan from the Canglan team would never play like that.

They soon discovered that Canglan's marksman had some skill; he could actually charge in alongside the support, and his techniques were even tricky and his positioning was graceful. He managed to take down his own marksman and support while escaping with a sliver of health.

Lei Fan's expression turned serious. The opposing team was acting strangely today, but he could tell that this marksman was something special and probably had a unique skill.

"Target the enemy marksman more."

"Brother Fan, something's weird on the other end."

"I also think that Huan Ge's nephew is playing on the wing, he's a huge idiot."

"The mid laner is alright, but it's definitely not him. His positioning makes it hard to believe."

"The jungler should be Piao Ge, it feels very familiar."

"I heard last time that Young Master Jian established a club and would be forming a second team. Could there be people from the second team here?" Lei Fan wondered.

"In that case, this marksman is really something. We absolutely cannot let the marksman get out of the team fight alive, or we're doomed. Even though we're on screen, I can already feel the danger."

After a team fight, Lei Fan was stunned to see the screen go black.

Although the opposing side laner was a bit of a mess, their awareness was still top-notch, far beyond what most people could match. Therefore, although they died in the team fight, they died a worthy death.

The first to fall was the enemy's sidelaner, followed by their two carries, who were taken down by the enemy's marksman and jungler working together.

The opposing support also died, but the remaining members of their team were also low on health. Moreover, they had to face the opposing jungler and two carries, leaving them with little fighting ability. They were all wiped out.

Lei Fan was shocked, and the others on Azhen's side were also somewhat surprised. They knew the coach should know how, but they didn't expect him to know this.

So, is her only dream to become a coach? (End of Chapter)