LPL didn't want me? I joined SKT instead!

Chapter 37 Xiao Yan's Evaluation of LPL

On the big screen, the MVP's results screen froze abruptly, accompanied by rousing music.

It was a photo of Xiao Yan with his arms crossed and a disdainful look in his eyes.

"No doubt about it! Today's series MVP goes to our rookie AD carry—XiaoYan!" Quan Yong announced loudly. "Three games, three MVPs—this is a perfect individual show!"

At the same time, the lights on the side of the stage came on.

"Okay, let's hand the camera over to the interview area. Today's interviewer is—Zhao Enjing!"

Upon hearing this name, Faker, who was tidying up his peripherals, froze instantly.

He had been winding the mouse cable around, but now his fingers froze in mid-air. He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on the large screen on the other side of the stage through his thick glasses.

There, Zhao Enjing, dressed in a graceful white dress, stood smiling beside Xiao Yan.

"Sang-hyeok hyung, stop looking, you're going to break the cable." WoIf said with a mischievous grin as she slung her peripheral bag over her shoulder. "That's our AD's interview, not yours."

Faker didn't say anything, but silently picked up the mineral water bottle on the table and unscrewed the cap.

"Ton ton ton ton ton ton————"

I drank half of it in one go.

The bitter wine hurts my heart as it goes down my throat.

At the interview table.

Xiao Yan stood tall and straight beside Zhao Enjing. Although he was only 18 years old, his calm and composed demeanor was not overshadowed in the slightest by the aura of this "most beautiful female host" of LCK.

"Hello everyone, I'm XiaoYan, the AD Carry for SKT." Xiao Yan took the microphone, bowed slightly, and was polite and proper.

Zhao Enjing looked at the young man who was a head taller than her, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration: "First of all, congratulations to SKT for defeating SSG 3-0 and advancing to the next round. XiaoYan's performance today was truly amazing, especially his Ashe in the last game. Why did he choose such a completely different champion from the previous two games?"

Xiao Yan smiled, picked up the microphone, and said calmly, "Because my teammates didn't get enough exercise in the first two rounds, I thought I'd let them move around more in the third round. I'll just stay back and shoot arrows, be a cheerleader. After all, why carry if you can win without lifting a finger?"

Upon hearing this, the live stream chat exploded with comments:

"??????"

"Cheerleading"

""Lie and Win""

"Listen to this, is that even human language? Shooting Ruler's head off and calling him a cheerleader?"

"Versailles! This is top-tier Versailles literature!"

"Faker backstage must have crushed his water bottle: 'I'm taking a beating up here, and you're trying to steal my goddess while cheering me on?'"

Zhao Enjing was also amused by this humorous answer, covering her mouth and chuckling softly, her body trembling with laughter: "XiaoYan is so humorous."

Regarding that last wave of Crystal Arrow that went through the two front-line enemies and immobilized Ruler, how did you manage to do that? Was it prediction?

Xiao Yan shook his head and said in a serious tone, "Actually, that arrow missed its mark."

"Huh?" Zhao Enjing was taken aback. "It missed?"

"Yeah, I was originally going to shoot Sejuani, but Ruler dodged and caught it himself." Xiao Yan shrugged. "Maybe it's fate."

The live chat exploded with comments: "What the hell is this fate?!"

Ruler: Thank you for the connection!

"To kill someone is to destroy their spirit! This is even more psychologically damaging than simply saying 'I predicted him!'"

"Emperor Ruler fled overnight with a train."

"Emotional intelligence: fate. IQ: all calculation."

Zhao Enjing smiled even more happily. She felt that this newcomer was not only strong, but also very interesting to talk about, much more interesting than Li Xianghe, who could only say "I will continue to work hard".

"One last question," Zhao Enjing asked seriously, her smile fading slightly, "SKT is currently displaying an invincible attitude, and viewers in the LPL region are paying close attention to you. After all, you're a player who came from the LPL, and many people are discussing how you would evaluate the current LPL, or if you have anything to say to your former region?"

The atmosphere in the room froze slightly when the question was asked.

Backstage, Coach Kkoma frowned slightly, worried that the young man, being young and impetuous, might start rants on stage and cause a media storm.

Faker put down his water bottle and stared at the screen expressionlessly.

Xiao Yan held the microphone, his gaze sweeping across the camera.

He certainly knows what the LPL is like now, and he knows what kind of faces those who used to criticize him are now. But he also knows that his current mockery is just empty talk.

The real slap in the face will come on the world stage, in front of the whole world, where we'll trample their pride underfoot.

Then, Xiao Yan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "LPL is a very strong region, with many passionate fans and professional teams."

He deliberately emphasized the words "passion" and "professionalism," making them sound sarcastic yet impeccable.

"As for what I want to say—" Xiao Yan paused, his eyes instantly turning sharp as a knife as he stared directly at the camera, "I'm still warming up. I'll save all the comments and conversations for the World Championship. I hope to see my old friends at the Bird's Nest then."

His words fell, neither humble nor arrogant, neither losing his composure nor spewing nonsense, yet exuding the confidence and imposing presence of a strong person.

Zhao Enjing's eyes gleamed with admiration: "What a powerful statement! Congratulations again to SKT, and congratulations to XiaoYan!"

Inside the live stream, Chinese viewers went absolutely wild with comments: "Holy crap! That aura! He nailed it!"

"Still warming up?" That's such a pretentious act, I love it!

"Did you understand? 'Passionate' fans = trolls, 'professional' teams = clubs with bad contracts. I give this sarcastic remark a perfect score!"

"He's waiting for the World Championship! He wants to personally execute the LPL!"

"It's over, I have a feeling that LPL will have to show filial piety to its Korean daddy this year."

"Don't kneel down, LPL has the top three teams this year, what's there to be afraid of!"

"Heh, the three giants? They'd be utterly crushed in front of the current SKT."

The interview has ended.

Xiao Yan politely shook hands with Zhao Enjing to say goodbye.

When he returned to the backstage lounge corridor, he bumped into Fakr, who was carrying a bag and preparing to leave.

Faker stood in the shadows, looking at Xiao Yan, then at Zhao Enjing, who was still packing up her cue cards in the distance, with a beaming smile.

He clenched his fist tightly in his pocket for a moment, then relaxed it.

"The interview was well done." Faker's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Thank you, Sang-hyeok-hyung." Xiao Yan smiled. "Eun-jung was a very professional host, and also very—gentle."

Faker's lips twitched slightly.

Wolf was trying so hard to suppress his laughter that his face turned purple, while Huni turned around and started shaking his shoulders wildly.

"Let's go, back to review the game." Faker pushed up his glasses, turned and left, his pace at least 30% faster than usual.

Xiao Yan chuckled inwardly as he watched Faker's slightly stiff back.

This damned, restless youth.

but----

Eun-jung just asked for his contact information.