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

Chapter 38 The Naive Faker

It was already late at night when we returned to the SKT base.

The night breeze in Seoul carried a slight chill, but the air pressure inside the training room was frighteningly low.

"Snapped!"

Faker expressionlessly tossed his peripheral bag onto the table, not even bothering to wash his face as usual, before plopping down in his gaming chair, booting up his computer at lightning speed, logging into his Korean account, and clicking on ranked play.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, carrying a chilling murderous aura that screamed, "I'm going to kill."

"What's wrong with Sang-hyeok hyung?" Peanut shrank back and whispered to WoIf next to him, "He looks like someone owes him five million."

Wolf rolled his eyes as he ate his late-night snack, mumbling, "This is way more serious than owing money; it's a debt of love." Just watch, the Korean server is going to be a bloodbath tonight.

Xiao Yan slowly poured himself a glass of water, sat down diagonally opposite Faker, and had a faint smile on his lips.

As soon as he logged into his account, the status of the ID "Hideonbush" in his friends list instantly changed to "Looking for a match".

As luck would have it, in the first match, the two were matched against each other.

Faker, on the blue team's first floor, instantly locked in Zed, the Master of Shadows.

Xiao Yan, on the red side, picked EZ.

The game has finished loading; all troops are ready to attack.

In this game, the mid-lane minions seemed to be Faker's mortal enemy, as his last-hitting was so powerful that the keyboard was screaming in agony.

Once he reached level 6, the great demon king, who was known for his "rationality and strategic management," completely disappeared.

In the bottom lane, Xiao Yan was safely farming minions under the tower.

Suddenly, a shadow flew out from behind the wall in their own jungle!

There was no background, no logic whatsoever.

Faker's Zed abandoned a large wave of minions pushing into the mid lane tower, and without even buying boots, went straight for a Serrated Dirk and traveled all the way to the bottom lane.

"ha!"

Instant Shadow Killing Formation!

Faker's hand speed was so fast that it left afterimages. His ultimate landed, followed by Ignite, Ghost Slash, Shuriken, and basic attacks. All his skills were unleashed on Xiao Yan's Ezreal in a single second.

Xiao Yan reacted extremely quickly, using his E skill Arcane Leap and Flash to create distance and escape back to the vicinity of the second tower.

But Faker was determined to kill. He used his W clone to follow up, then flashed in again, and managed to withstand two lasers from the turret before finally finishing off Xiao Yan with a basic attack.

Then, with a "Ugh!", Zed was also shot and killed by the turret.

The screen displays: Faker has killed XiaoYan!

Immediately afterwards: The turret killed Faker!

One for one.

Was it a loss? Absolutely a huge loss. The mid-lane minion wave is gone, my ultimate is gone, and both summoner spells are gone too.

But Faker pushed up his glasses, and the corners of his mouth actually turned up slightly by 0.1 millimeters, as if he had accomplished a feat of saving the world.

"Holy crap—" Support Wolf stared in disbelief at the scene. "Sang-hyeok, what did you do to deserve this? We lost at least 300 gold from this wave of minions!"

Faker ignored the warnings, bought his items, left the base, and continued to gank the bottom lane.

Throughout the entire match, Faker was like a missile with its own navigation system. Regardless of whether the team fights were won or lost, or whether the Nexus was destroyed or not, all he could see was that blond-haired Ezreal.

Even if they lose a team fight, as long as they can take down Xiao Yan at the last moment, Faker will nod in satisfaction and then press surrender.

In the second match, the ranking system seemed to enjoy the drama and paired the two together again.

But this time, it's a teammate.

Faker picked Orianna, while Xiao Yan picked Lucian.

Faker played exceptionally "normally" in this game, you could even say he carried the whole match, becoming a godlike player in just 20 minutes.

25 minutes into the game, Xiao Yan's Lucian was doing well and was preparing to take his own red buff.

"Give me this red one, I'm a little short of money for the Endless Sword." Xiao Yan casually said in the voice chat. Although they weren't on the same wavelength, he typed a message to indicate that.

The jungler wisely stopped and walked away.

The red buff has only 200 HP left.

Xiao Yan raised the muzzle of his gun, ready to accept this fragrant red father.

Just then, an Orianna player with the ID "T1Faker" walked gracefully through the bushes behind the Red Buff pit.

I was really just passing by.

But as he passed by, the puppet that was originally hanging on the wind-up head suddenly moved "unruly".

W.

An energy wave, devoid of any emotional coloring, spread out.

"Smack."

Red Buff fell to the ground.

A red halo floated lightly to the feet of Orianna, who was at full mana, full health, and even had a blue buff.

Xiao Yan's hand, holding the gun, froze in mid-air:

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Peanut almost burst out laughing, but quickly covered his mouth.

In the chat box, Faker's perpetually silent account slowly displayed two words: "Slip of the finger."

Xiao Yan couldn't help but laugh as he watched the clockwork figure, who was adorned with both red and blue buffs, walk away without looking back.

He turned his head and looked at Fakr diagonally across from him through the gap in the computer screen.

The "Great Demon King" sat upright, his back ramrod straight, his face still bearing a serious expression that said, "I am training hard and have no distractions."

But if you look closely, you'll notice that the tips of his ears are slightly red, and the moment he snatched that red buff, the rhythm of his mouse clicks became noticeably lighter, like a mischievous elementary school student who had just stolen his classmate's eraser and was hiding behind a pile of books, secretly enjoying himself.

"Childish ghost."

Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, a doting and amused smile curving his lips.

Of course he knew why.

Most likely, it was because the stingy guy saw when Eun-jung added him on social media, and then he got angry.

"Alright, consider this red buff as compensation for your emotional distress."

Xiao Yan chuckled inwardly, his fingers tapping lightly on the keyboard as he controlled Lucian, who had no red buff, to follow behind Orianna.

"Brother Xianghe, wait for me. I can't do any damage without the red buff. Please protect me." Xiao Yan deliberately typed in the public chat.

Faker paused noticeably for a moment.

Afterwards, Orianna did not turn around, but she silently slowed down her pace, and even "casually" gave Xiao Yan an E skill shield when he passed by the bushes.

Looking at the new shield on his body, Xiao Yan's lips curled into a smile.

This ranked match ended in an easy victory thanks to Faker's Orianna carrying the team.

Seeing "Victory" pop up on the screen, Xiao Yan stretched and glanced at Faker next to him, who was looking serious and quickly switched screens to prepare for the next game, as if the person who had just shielded him was not him at all.

"Such an awkward personality—"

Xiao Yan chuckled inwardly and picked up his phone from the table.

The screen lit up, and a new message popped up on KakaoTalk.

The profile picture is a pure and lovely selfie, and the ID shows: Zhao Enjing.

Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow.

In fact, with his linguistic talent, having lived in this world for so long, he was already fluent in Korean in all aspects of speaking, listening, reading, and writing. But as he looked at the line of Korean text and then at Faker, who was sitting next to him on pins and needles, eavesdropping on what was happening, a "malicious" plan welled up in his mind.

"Cough cough."