Chapter 148

Ye Chi didn’t expect Mo Yin to use the same hero he used last time.

It could be said that apart from DSG’s team members and coach here, no one else expected it.

“Insane, quite targeted.”

Teammates joked around.

Ye Chi looked at the hero selected on the screen, feeling a slight tension in his heart.

Choosing this hero that countered him in the later picks, it was hard not to think too much about it.

“Looks like a teaching moment.”

Ye Chi said this, his gaze gradually becoming more determined.

He might not win, but he wouldn’t kneel and lose either.

“Give me a little push?” Ye Chi joked.

Teammates chuckled.

“Push—”

Teammates shouted in unison.

Audiences nearby heard their shouts of encouragement. Although most of them were DSG fans, it was hard for them to harbor genuine dislike for a team that was united and striving to win.

DSG remained calm.

“MY, if mid lane needs support, just say so,” Jungle Manager Guan Ming said.

Tang Qi added, “I’ll try to roam mid lane more often.”

“No need.”

“Just focus on your own lanes.”

Despite his proactive gestures towards teammates, Mo Yin’s attitude remained consistently aloof. His relationship with teammates could be summarized in two words—”colleagues.”

Guan Ming and Ding Wenquan had partnered with him for two years since Mo Yin’s debut, winning two championships together.

Top laner Qin Kunlun joined last year, and support Tang Qi joined this year.

The top laner and support who won championships together with him were kicked out of the team the following year.

He never talked about brotherhood in gaming; if you played well, you remained teammates, otherwise, you were out.

In the esports world, superstar players like Mo Yin, who were dominant and self-centered, and powerful teams like DSG, naturally played the role of antagonists.

Earlier in the lounge, when Mo Yin suggested picking the Archmage Ye Chi had chosen in the mid lane, the coach and players fell silent, all eyes on him.

“Let’s practice this lineup,” Mo Yin said lightly, “the next patch leans towards late game.”

As a star player with absolute authority, even the coach in DSG couldn’t resist or question Mo Yin’s ideas—last year’s championship-winning coach was also ousted by Mo Yin the next year.

“Well, if you say so…”

The coach looked at the other four players.

The expressions of the players said it all.

With a dictator in the team, what could they do? They had no choice but to comply.

Guan Ming and Ding Wenquan had long been accustomed to it. There might have been moments of displeasure initially, finding him too aloof and arrogant, but they soon realized he had the skills to back it up. In the game, it was about skill, not likability. Besides, did they have the ability to make Mo Yin like them?

As long as they could win, everything else was secondary.

But the premise was winning.

Like all dictators, the reason dictatorship could continue was simple: he was strong enough to change the game with his personal abilities.

“So, who do you favor?” The two commentators on the desk began analyzing the lineup.

“Based on the lineup, I think both sides have a chance. It’s mainly DSG’s last pick, the Archmage, that looks stylish but feels a bit mismatched with the lineup.”

“So, are you leaning towards REAL then?”

“You can’t say that. Lineups still depend on IDs.”

“Haha, so are you favoring DSG then?”

“Can’t help it, he’s never lost before. The last game was won very cleanly, MY’s in great shape.”

“Indeed, REAL’s rookie mid laner seems a bit overshadowed against champions.”

“You can only say he’s still a rookie, with room to grow.”

The commentator chuckled.

The other commentator said, “What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?”

The commentator laughed, “I just thought of MY’s rookie days.”

When they were all rookies, MY dominated the entire game.

The other commentator was momentarily speechless, and the live room fell into an awkward silence.

The barrage also emitted mocking laughter.

“All rookies, yet there’s a gap.”

“True or false, rookie mid laner champion.”

“Hello, host this year is 20, participated in two World Championships, worst result was champion.”

“The host not only has strong skills and good looks but also a kind heart. He personally teaches newcomers how to win with the Archmage. What a warm-hearted host, love him, love him! Brothers, put ‘warm-hearted’ on the screen.”

Both sides were completely focused on the game, shutting out all external factors inside and outside the venue.

During halftime, while Mo Yin appeared to say nothing, he was actually communicating with the system in his mind.

Others had a system, which was like having a cheat code. But for Mo Yin, it was completely different.

The system bounced around—though it didn’t have a physical presence, Mo Yin could feel its mental excitement, perhaps because it had never entered a mission world before, it was particularly excited.

“Coordinator, next, because of arrogantly suggesting to use the hero from the last match, you will cause an imbalance in your team’s lineup and lose this mini-game. This will be your first taste of defeat in a match, while the protagonist, by winning this mini-game, will truly attract the audience’s attention!”

Mo Yin asked, “So, I’m his stepping stone?”

System: “More accurately, it should be a whetstone. Through challenging you time and again, the protagonist will gain experience, lead the team to defeat you, and become the new master of this game.”

Mo Yin smirked in his mind and then proposed selecting the Archmage.

The system was very happy, thinking that the coordinator was quite cooperative with tasks, not like what he himself said, that he would break the world.

In the game, both sides peacefully went online this time.

The Archmage met the Assassin in the lane.

Although there were no intense conflicts, their battles over last-hitting minions and trading health on the lane still excited commentators and viewers.

“MY’s last-hitting is still textbook-perfect. His dreamlike positioning, honestly, playing against MY really takes effort. This health trading is too intense. Why does it feel like it’s not the same hero as last match!”

“Although Quit’s moves are already very delicate, it’s just that MY…”

Commentators helplessly teased, “Should we just quit? Hacking isn’t fun.”

Last game, Mo Yin used a killing advantage to completely overwhelm the opponent, but this time, he seemed to intentionally showcase his skills, and it was the most solid basic skill, as if he were teaching the opponent how to play the game as the commentator said.

Hey, this hero isn’t played like that, understand?

Clearly cutting to the camera, Mo Yin’s expression remained as cold and serious as ever, but somehow mocking.

Ye Chi avoided consuming long skills, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Under such high-intensity pressure, he found the game more interesting.

—[Madman  laughed]

—[I understand, when the opponent is strong to the point of abnormality, I would laugh too]

—[Your smile is just your protective color…]

—[Speechless, family, long hands can’t beat short hands, short hands can’t beat long hands, made me laugh]

Strange bullet comments were also interspersed.

—[Suddenly realized both mid-laners are handsome]

—[Stop rubbing!!!]

—[Fun fact, this is an esports match, not an audition. Thanks. Mai Bao wins for looks too]

—[Who dares to say Mai Bao isn’t version T0, flawless]

—[Uh, uh, that’s enough, Mai Bao’s mom is really funny]

…

After five minutes of peaceful farming, sudden changes occurred—

DSG’s top lane was unexpectedly solo-killed by REAL’s top laner under the tower!

“What are you pretending for, just die!”

REAL’s top laner roared.

“Awesome—”

“Handsome—”

Cheers echoed through REAL’s microphone. The face that was overshadowed at the beginning of the last game now showed a smile, “Damn, who am I afraid of in a 1v1.”

“Be careful of the enemy mid-jungle,” Ye Chi reminded, the agile Assassin keeping the Archmage entangled, preventing the Archmage from leaving the lane to support.

“Sorry, didn’t notice.”

DSG’s top lane hurriedly apologized.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Jungle said.

Mo Yin continued to engage with Ye Chi in the mid lane indifferently. As the male lead of this world, he was still unable to farm in the first round, and he already had significant improvements in this round.

Want to lock him in the mid lane?

Mo Yin smiled, then he played with him.

The second round of the game became somewhat strange.

The top and bottom lanes gradually heated up, while both mid-laners stayed focused on their lanes. Wherever Mo Yin went to support, Ye Chi almost simultaneously arrived, and neither side gained any clear advantage.

The commentators were excited, “If it continues like this, REAL really has a chance in this match.”

The other commentator added, “At least fifty-fifty now, the situation is stabilizing.”

Farming minions, pushing lanes, farming jungle camps—for a full twenty minutes, besides farming gold, Mo Yin did almost nothing else, playing so steadily that he seemed like a completely different person from the last match.

The commentator remarked, “But MY’s development is a bit ahead, he’s currently at the highest level in the game.”

“Yes, he’s also first in economy, but hasn’t secured any kills or assists; Quit is sticking to him too tightly.”

“I see, REAL is executing a kidnapping tactic. As long as Quit keeps an eye on MY, DSG’s composition will struggle to win. So, the composition choice seems a bit too strained.”

The DSG team members remained quiet; their microphones were known for their quietness and professionalism, rarely spouting saliva-filled chatter.

During the tense situation, no one came out to lighten the mood. Tang Qi wanted to do so, but his tenure within the team was too shallow, so he didn’t dare to speak.

“Prepare for Dragon.”

From the start until now, Mo Yin finally spoke up, immediately strategizing.

The jungler quickly responded, “Okay.”

The team swiftly assembled around Dragon.

At the end of the team, Mo Yin directly hid in the bushes near Dragon.

“DSG is going for Dragon. How do we describe this decision? It’s a bit of a gamble. REAL has noticed; they’re all coming over. MY is hiding in the bushes. It looks like a fake Dragon, a real force engage. MY’s equipment indeed allows him to team fight now…”

“No, wait, it’s a real Dragon, they’re really doing Dragon, its health is dropping too quickly!”

REAL’s jungler saw Dragon with only a few thousand health left and hurriedly said, “I’ll steal Dragon!”

Ye Chi said, “Engage directly, ignore Dragon, be careful of their mid-laner missing!”

REAL’s five players aggressively rushed towards the Dragon pit. DSG’s four players were taking some damage from Dragon, and Ye Chi’s Assassin directly aimed at the jungler with skills, instantly killing him. Immediately after, REAL’s jungler smited Dragon, securing the Dragon!

The commentator exclaimed in shock, “They got it! Sea got the Dragon! DSG has to retreat now, hurry up, or they’ll be wiped out. Where’s MY? What’s MY doing?!”

On the screen, the Archmage who was highlighted had his entire figure hidden in the bushes. As the five from the opposite side rushed into the Dragon pit to steal Dragon, the Archmage’s hand flicked out. His longest-range skill was immediately cast, accurately trapping the opposing five heroes in the chaotic team fight. With his ultimate and fully stacked passive complemented by a flash, the concealed Archmage descended like a ghost—his damage instantly exploded!

In almost just a second, the tide of the team fight immediately reversed. Under the gorgeous special effects, the Archmage, like a phantom ghost, sent REAL’s five players on the road to annihilation amid a screen full of question marks. Next to the proud Archmage’s avatar, the prompt for a pentakill appeared!

The screen was filled with endless “?????”, almost causing the broadcast room to lag.

The Archmage’s precise and stunning series of operations almost set the commentator’s mouth on fire. After the team fight ended, all of REAL’s players’ avatars were completely darkened, and DSG only lost one jungler. The commentator was at a loss for words.

“My god, MY… such skillful play… DSG’s savior… This, this play is definitely today’s Top 1, showcasing, steady for twenty minutes, and then exploding in one wave, it’s really too strong… too unbelievable…”

The audience below screamed continuously, almost jumping up due to Mo Yin’s comeback operation.

Even the system jumped up.

How is this possible?!

If this continues, the coordinator will win! Can such a thick world line really change?

It just wanted to speak but found itself muted.

???

When was it muted???

The system checked the records and found that it had been muted just during the recent team fight.

In other words, during Mo Yin’s brilliant team fight operation, he even found time to distract and mute it ahead of time???

The system stared in shock at Mo Yin’s mental strength.

Isn’t this a bit too strong?!

This is different from the setting!!!

REAL didn’t give up hope after the wipeout and still struggled hard. Unfortunately, Mo Yin’s Archmage had already completely formed, causing explosive damage. Ye Chi wanted to rush in and exchange one for one with Mo Yin, but the opposing support kept watching Mo Yin, never giving him the opportunity. As long as Mo Yin didn’t die, he could continuously use ghostly positioning to sneakily output damage. After struggling for more than ten minutes, REAL’s base was once again pushed flat.

The room fell silent.

Ye Chi stared at the exploding base on the screen, his heart still pounding nervously, a mix of emotions swirling within him.

The Archmage stood by the enemy fountain. This time, he didn’t recall to base but instead exited the game directly.

Mo Yin removed his headphones, took a sip of water from his cup. The screams and cheers from the audience below reached his ears, but his expression remained unchanged. He only stood up when his teammates in front of him did the same.

The members of REAL were still seated, looking at the scoreboard.

Members of DSG came over for fist bumps, waking up as if from a dream.

Mo Yin, tall and slightly bent forward, exchanged fist bumps one by one with them. Walking to the center, he lowered his head and extended his hand. Fists met, eyebrows gently raised, with Ye Chi watching him directly.

As they passed each other.

A soft “truly strong” fell.

Mo Yin glanced back, and Ye Chi also turned his head to look at him, his gaze calm, suppressing fanaticism. He was really strong, strong enough to stir his heart.

It seemed that this interaction sparked discussion among the audience below. Fans shouted, “MY — don’t mind —”

DSG’s players bowed in thanks to the fans, while members of REAL packed up their equipment and left the stage. DSG’s players also packed up and left.

After a while, the host came on stage and brought Mo Yin back for an interview.

The host said, “Congratulations to DSG on completing a ten-game winning streak. Since the start of the Spring Split, you haven’t lost a single match. MY, do you have anything to say about this?”

Before Mo Yin could answer, screams erupted from the audience below.

He picked up the microphone and said, “It’s pretty good.”

Laughter erupted from the fans below.

The host couldn’t help but chuckle, “Well, today’s also a spotlight match for us. Facing Quit in mid lane, what do you feel about it?”

“No feelings.”

Another round of laughter from the audience below.

“I think you must know that Quit has not been in the scene for long and is also a highly anticipated newcomer, much like you were when you first started out, hailed as a mid-lane genius. What are your thoughts on this?”

The fans below were not pleased and shouted, “Don’t answer —”

“Yeah, don’t answer —”

“What’s wrong with the host? Is this an interview with MY or Quit? Why keep asking unrelated questions?”

The host looked embarrassed. In fact, the interview questions had been discussed with Mo Yin beforehand, and he had agreed. League also needed traffic. The host glanced helplessly at Mo Yin.

Mo Yin’s forehead glistened with sweat, his skin shining under his black, tousled hair. He stared directly at the camera and said calmly, “I believe that genius is not replicable, it’s everywhere, and can’t be called genius.”