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

"Bang!"

The door to the lounge was pushed open with a thud, followed by the sound of a bottle of mineral water slamming against the wall.

Water splashed everywhere, wetting the tactical whiteboard next to it.

Uzi's face was flushed, his chest heaved violently, and he was in a state of extreme agitation.

He plopped down on the sofa, clutching his head with both hands, his fingers digging into his hair as if he were enduring immense pain.

The lounge was deathly silent; no one dared to speak at that moment.

Letme huddled in the corner, looking down at his toes, barely daring to breathe.

Mlxg sat in a chair with a dark expression, constantly shaking his leg, while holding a lighter in his hand and turning it around.

Xiao Hu took off his glasses and wiped them again and again with a cleaning cloth, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

Ming cautiously approached Uzi, intending to hand him a tissue, but Uzi pushed him away.

"How are we supposed to play this match? Huh? How are we supposed to play this?!"

Uzi finally erupted, raising his head sharply and fiercely scanning everyone present with his eyes.

"Let me ask you guys, how are we going to play this game? The enemy jungler keeps ganking bot lane, and it keeps coming! I've already said I don't have Flash, I don't have Flash, why isn't anyone coming to protect me? Xiangguo, are you just wandering around the jungle? Are you saving your Jarvan IV ultimate for the New Year?"

Mlxg paused, his lighter pausing. He opened his mouth, wanting to argue that he had gone to counter-gank in the bottom lane, but the bot lane had fallen too far and he couldn't win. But looking into Uzi's bloodshot eyes, he swallowed his anger and muttered, "My... my rhythm was messed up."

"You messed up the rhythm? You messed up? You were feeding!" Uzi didn't stop because of Mlxg's apology; instead, he became even more agitated. "And top lane! Yan Junze! You played Maokai and got 40 CS behind Gnar! 40 CS! Do you know what that means? In team fights, that Gnar jumped in like a god of war. How was I supposed to deal damage? I was pinned against the wall and couldn't move at all!"

Letme lowered his head even further, his voice barely audible: "I'm sorry... Huni's touch was just too good, I couldn't resist."

"Couldn't hold on? Every game I'm under pressure, I keep getting crushed! Every game I have to carry! How am I supposed to carry? That Draven on the other side got four items in twenty minutes, and he killed me in two hits! What good is it if I have godlike skills?!"

Uzi grew increasingly angry, eventually turning his anger towards the mid lane: "And Xiaohu! How many times did Faker roam? Couldn't you at least give a signal? When that Ryze was driving down, you were still farming in the mid lane! Are you trying to become the world's richest person?"

Xiaohu's hand trembled, and his glasses almost fell to the ground. He gave a bitter smile and said nothing.

He knew very well that he hadn't been able to keep an eye on Faker, but Faker's Ryze play that game was just too amazing. His wave clear speed and roaming timing were perfect, and he really couldn't do anything about it.

"I really tried my best..." - Uzi Sitting on the sofa, her voice trembled with a sob and endless grievance, "I picked Vayne because I wanted to play her in the late game. If I had just thirty minutes, no, twenty-five minutes, and I had three items, I could definitely outplay Xiao Yan! But he didn't give me a chance at all! If this game had dragged on to the late game, I could definitely have won! Absolutely!"

He kept repeating "post-production" and "trying his best," as if these two words were his last fig leaf.

The atmosphere in the lounge was extremely oppressive.

Everyone felt a deep sense of frustration.

Yes, they admit they didn't play well this game and failed to contain their opponent.

However, the bottom lane got killed in that wave, [exploring game novel categories]

That's a pure 2v2 laning phase!

Getting hit in the face with an axe by Draven, or having your E skill predicted—are these skill gaps also the fault of your teammates?

Mlxg's fingers, gripping the lighter, turned white from excessive force.

He has a fiery temper; if it were anyone else who dared to shift the blame like that, he would have kicked them long ago. But that's Uzi, the core of the team, the cash cow of the club, and the face of the LPL.

He could only endure it.

Letme felt even more bitter inside.

He was playing Maokai, which is a sacrificial role, and the enemy jungler was also ganking the top lane. It's a miracle he didn't die.

As a result, they lost the game and were used as a punching bag.

"Alright, alright, Jian Zihao, calm down."

Feng, who had been standing to the side, finally spoke. He stepped forward, gently patted Uzi's shoulder, his tone gentle yet authoritative.

"We lost this game, and the responsibility lies with me." Feng took the blame, saying, "It's because I didn't draft well. I shouldn't have given you Vayne, a champion that's too weak in the early game, when the enemy might be going for Draven."

Hearing the coach take the blame, Uzi calmed down a bit, but he still grumbled, "That Draven's damage was outrageous, it was practically a bug."

"Yes, yes, that kid's Draven is really weird." Feng followed up on his words, "But don't worry, we have the first pick next game. We'll go to the blue side and ban Draven right away, not giving him any room to play."

"Banned?" Uzi was stunned for a moment, then a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. "Does banning him make it seem like I'm afraid of him?"

"This isn't fear, it's tactical respect," Feng patiently coaxed the immature man. "Since he plays Draven well, we'll disable him and force him to play something else. I don't believe his champion pool is bottomless. Once Draven is gone, in a normal laning phase, with your skill, surely you can suppress a newbie?"

These words greatly satisfied Uzi's vanity.

He took a deep breath, picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and his eyes sharpened again: "Alright! Ban Draven next game! As long as it's not that freakish champion, I'll smash his head in! I'll show him who the world's number one ADC is!"

Seeing that Uzi's emotions had finally stabilized, Feng Ge secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a throbbing headache.

Managing a superstar player like this is more tiring than playing the game itself. You not only have to be responsible for tactics, but also provide psychological support, and even take the blame for mistakes.

"Alright, everyone, cheer up!" Feng clapped his hands, encouraging the other silent teammates. "It's just one match, the BO5 has only just begun. We already know the problems from the last game, we'll adjust for the next one. We are RNG, we won't give up easily!"

"Keep it up!" Ming was the first to respond, though his smile seemed a little forced.

"Keep it up!" The others chimed in sporadically.

…………

The short break is over.

The staff came to notify us to go on stage.

When the RNG players walked out of the tunnel and onto the stage again, the cheers from the audience were still deafening.

"RNG! Go for it!"

"Uzi! Keep it up!"

"All-Chinese team! Victory is certain!"

Hearing the cheers, Uzi straightened his back, and the gloom on his face vanished. He waved to the audience, as if his hysteria in the locker room had never happened.

He is a god, and gods cannot have weaknesses.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in SKT's player bench.