Chapter 164

The bus back to the base was dead silent.

The sharpshooter went all out, a sight Tang Qi had never seen before. Just as Ding Wenquan finished speaking, he almost exclaimed aloud, his gaze fixed on Mo Yin.

Mo Yin didn’t react at all.

Truly the man who ruled the entire game, unfazed by any situation. Of course, Tang Qi had a slight suspicion that Mo Yin might not have understood.

Mo Yin remained on the bus, arms crossed, eyes closed, resting.

“Coordinator, did you really have intimate contact with the protagonist? Really? In which world? The previous one? Did you lose your memory module and then the protagonist took advantage of you? Damn—”

The system finally caught up, running smoothly for a few minutes before grinding its teeth and going berserk.

“You’re such an esteemed Natural, and the protagonist of this small world dares treat you like this! Outrageous! Simply outrageous!”

“Coordinator, I must say, I now completely understand your attitude towards the protagonist. This has gone beyond work; such deceitful and lascivious people should be taught a lesson!”

“No, no, Coordinator, you can’t let the protagonist defeat you so easily! You’re very wealthy in this world, buy the protagonist’s team first, let them cool off for a couple of years, what do you think?”

The system was furious, but Mo Yin remained unfazed. “What the previous world’s protagonist did has nothing to do with this world’s protagonist.”

“Uh…”

Oops, it seemed the system had slipped up again.

The system muted itself for a moment, then hesitantly said, “Coordinator, you probably already know.”

“Yeah.”

“… “

The system voluntarily muted itself, realizing it was better to speak less in front of such a sharp Natural. Its operational capabilities were indeed somewhat restricted within the League, unable to answer most of Mo Yin’s questions, even though it knew some things. Oddly enough, once inside the small world, those restrictions seemed to disappear, making it prone to saying the wrong things.

The fan theories were quite interesting.

After showering, Mo Yin dried his hair while scrolling through his phone. After reading a few posts, he realized that fans had confused his and Ye Chi’s positions.

Clearly, fans didn’t understand what it meant to be a Natural.

Naturals pursued enjoyment in everything, including sex.

Receiving services, and experiencing pleasure, that’s how aristocratic Naturals were naturally inclined.

The system wasn’t Natural, had no sex life, and was very rigid in its understanding. It hadn’t paid attention to this issue. After recovering from the depression caused by the Coordinator’s deliberate attack, Mo Yin casually raised a suggestion, “Coordinator, what do you think? Should we consider my proposal? With your wealth in this world, you could buy ten thousand teams like REAL.”

“Is it necessary?” Mo Yin sat down on the bed, legs crossed, unusually interested in chatting with the system. “Do I need to do this?”

“Of course you do.”

The system was now fully on Mo Yin’s side.

Since it was going to be a villain, it should go all the way, regardless of whether it would ultimately be slapped in the face, it should do everything a villain does, and only afterward!

Moreover…

“I’m telling you the truth, REAL will win the summer championship this time, you absolutely can’t stop it. I can feel that this is an unchangeable plot point.”

“Is that so? Then why did the world line collapse earlier?”

“I didn’t follow those worlds in, so I don’t know what happened, but the energy in this world is really, really strong. I can feel we’re subtly being rejected, that energy wants to kick us out of this world as soon as possible…”

The system’s voice grew smaller as it spoke, feeling a hint of fear for some reason.

That was the natural fear in the face of unknown powerful forces.

“Coordinator, you should be able to feel it too, right? Your power in this world is much weaker than outside.”

“What I mean is, as a system assisting you into this small world, I must remind you that you can change the direction of this small world, but that’s all.”

“So if you want revenge, you can only try to delay events as much as possible.”

Mo Yin asked, “What kind of world line do you sense?”

After a whole spring split of pulling and tugging, Yin Yi Tong finally achieved harmonious cooperation. The system expressed satisfaction, saying earnestly, “In the summer split, your team will be defeated by the protagonist’s team as the second seed. You’ll enter the World Championship alongside the protagonist, meet them in the finals, and ultimately, the protagonist will defeat you head-on and become the new king.”

“Is that all?”

“There are a few more details. For instance, you’ll lose to the protagonist’s team in the summer split and then boast about winning the World Championship only to be embarrassed. This plot point is crucial—the arrogant antagonist getting their comeuppance for their big talk is essential, so I made sure to include it.”

“You could have skipped that part.”

“… Fine.”

Well, the coordinator was still the coordinator, truly a born antagonist, completely devoid of camaraderie with teammates.

After the spring split, the champion teams from each region would compete in the mid-season invitational to determine another champion from the champions.

The system said this would be DSG’s final championship.

Of course, that’s according to the storyline.

Only the protagonist could defeat the super-villain; other non-protagonist teams would have to wait.

To prepare for the mid-season invitational, after winning the championship, DSG only took a five-day break. On the last day of vacation, Mo Yin returned “home” and met the “parents” of this world.

In several worlds, he was almost always an orphan. In the last world, he finally had a living father who was worse than not having one.

It’s not strange to say, but it’s strange to say.

He was an orphan in the real world.

Do you still need a match for this?

After the world of Landes ended, he found his parents’ information in the league and the new world immediately arranged a pair of crazy parents for him, letting him understand that it’s good to be an orphan.

As for the parents of this world, they are two perfect fake people who are delighted to see Mo Yin back home, caring and congratulating Mo Yin for winning the championship and FMVP.

Such good parents, usually not a message or a phone call.

In any detail, in any real world, it is strange to have flaws in this regard.

Mo Yin lived at home for one night.

The luxurious room was completely different from the last world. The feeling of lying on the big bed was not as safe and happy as in that dormitory.

The next day, when he returned to the base, he met the team leader at the door, and when the team leader saw him, his expression was a bit inexplicably weird. “MY, you’re back.”

Mo Yin responded with a “yeah” and walked in, but the team leader blocked his way with a sidestep. The team leader awkwardly said, “Scrimmage in the afternoon.”

“I know.”

The team leader still didn’t move, “… Against REAL.”

After saying this, he carefully glanced at Mo Yin.

A player who could dominate over all other players in the entire team, making even coaches, team leaders, managers, and even team bosses look at his face, shows how terrifying the player is.

“Oh.”

Mo Yin replied calmly, but the team leader felt a slight tightness in his heart.

In fact, Mo Yin never got angry in the team and never made any special demands, but for some reason, his every word and action gave people a sense of oppression.

In the training room where people were yelling and cursing, the moment Mo Yin walked in with a tea cup, the room suddenly quieted down.

The players didn’t need to look. Just hearing the “clink” of the tea cup and the gentle pull of the chair, they probably knew—the person had returned.

Ding Wenquan and Guan Ming were the only two champions who stayed in DSG.

Back then, Guan Ming was a chatterbox when he first joined DSG, but he was influenced by Mo Yin’s aura and mutated into a quiet jungle.

Ding Wenquan was not very talkative to begin with, but he liked to say surprising things. In the whole base, he was the only one who occasionally talked to Mo Yin.

“MY.”

“Yeah.”

“We’re playing a scrimmage in the afternoon.”

“I know. I met the team leader at the door.”

“Oh, did the team leader tell you which team we’re scrimmaging against?”

“He did.”

As the two talked, Tang Qi listened nervously on the side.

The braver the shooter, the more cowardly the support.

Unlike Ding Wenquan, he had just joined the team and did not want to stop after a season and still wanted to follow the championship.

With MY around, the mid-season invitational, summer split, and even the World Championship should all be within easy reach for these champions.

Tang Qi continued playing the game, feeling oddly lazy, and lacking enthusiasm for some reason.

Chen Dong, waking up from his drunken stupor, hadn’t forgotten a single word he said while intoxicated. Every letter, every scene, was crystal clear in his memory.

Once he sobered up, he rolled around in bed in the dormitory, feeling that having a blackout while drinking was also a kind of bliss!

Especially remembering how he shouted “Xiaopan Ximen” in front of DSG…

Forget it, luckily he had no shame.

And luckily he didn’t blurt out “Tooth-grinding CP,” otherwise he really wouldn’t want to live!

This kind of thing was best enjoyed secretly; saying it in front of the parties involved would be too embarrassing, especially in front of a straight-laced guy like Ye Chi, which would be embarrassing for him.

The drunken madness passed like this. Without taking many days off, when the coach said they were going to scrimmage against DSG, Chen Dong felt embarrassed again. His mouth twitched, “Coach, honestly, do you have some kind of deal with DSG’s coach?”

The coach gave him a meaningful look, “It could also be because of your ex-wife’s face.”

Chen Dong: “… Goodbye.”

Chen Dong’s shoulder was squeezed, and Ye Chi walked by lightly, “Thank you, Big Brother.”

Chen Dong: “… Who are you calling your little wife!”

The players from REAL were quite happy to be able to scrimmage against DSG. Looking back on the whole spring split, it seemed they hadn’t lost so badly when facing DSG. As the saying goes, among dwarfs, there’s always a tall one, and they should be considered pretty good.

The players, with their minds focused, returned to the base without complaints, ending their vacation early to prepare for the scrimmage.

Ye Chi had been staying at the base these days, not playing many games but rather mulling over things.

Following his habit, he rewatched Mo Yin’s final match of the spring split, aiming to steal some techniques. Unconsciously, his eyes drifted to the camera in the lower right corner.

Mo Yin’s appearance wasn’t the trendy delicate beauty of today. His face was angular and distinct, with clear eyebrows, a high nose, lips neither thick nor thin—just right—and an overall classical look. His eyes were exceptionally cold and sharp, and his aloof expression added a touch of arrogant handsomeness, harmonizing two contrasting qualities that grew more appealing the longer one looked.

Ye Chi shook his head.

Why was he staring at a man’s face for so long and analyzing why he looked so good?

Was he a brain-dead fan or just infatuated?

Yet involuntarily, a thought flashed through his mind—Mo Yin’s hands were so gentle.

Ye Chi slapped the table.

The players were startled, all looking at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why so serious, Captain? Your face is all red.”

Ye Chi silently went to wash his face in the bathroom.

In the afternoon, a few minutes before the scrimmage began, the players sat down, chatting and laughing happily. Suddenly, Chen Dong asked in confusion, “Captain, why aren’t you talking?”

“Mm.”

Chen Dong: “?”

Ye Chi rested his chin on his hand, clicking back and forth on several heroes with his mouse. The female assassin’s default skin, platinum color scheme, and black signature with two slanting letters—stylish and elegant.

His heartbeat unconsciously sped up, and Ye Chi minimized the window.

Was he going crazy or falling ill?

How could staring at a skin signature make his face flush and heart race?

“The training room is ready.”

Foreign Minister Chen Dong accepted the invitation from “ex-wife.” “Password SB111, damn you, Tang Qi…”

Chen Dong, annoyed and embarrassed, in his friend list, “asked” Xiaopan what the password meant.

— [Clinging to Thighs for Victory: Not Me]

— [Clinging to Thighs for Victory: Today’s password was Mai Bao’s suggestion]

Chen Dong: “…”

It’s a good thing the CP fans didn’t find out; otherwise, there would have been a frenzy again.

Before, the training room passwords set by DSG were all DSG111. Later, they changed them frequently after being exposed during scrimmages. When Tang Qi opened the room and asked what the password should be today, no one in the training room spoke. Ding Wenquan said, “MY, what do you think?”

Mo Yin: “Whatever.” He glanced back at Tang Qi. “Just use the first letters of something random.”

After Tang Qi explained, Chen Dong fell even more silent.

“So, was SB back then also ‘casual’??

CP fans, don’t be fooled, you’ve got it all wrong!

Alright, CP fans don’t care about the truth.

Ten people all entered the game room.

Today, Ye Chi was unusually quiet. He only said a few words during the BP phase, and no one paid much attention. Previously, Ye Chi had mentioned that their in-game voice communication was too chaotic and they should be more like DSG, talk less nonsense, and keep communication clean.

Ye Chi picked a Archmage, while Mo Yin picked an Assassin.

The Archmage went to the middle lane and looked around for a while. The Assassin also appeared in the middle lane.

The two heroes kept a safe distance. The Assassin’s hero design was cool and handsome. Ye Chi looked at the “MY-game” above the hero’s head, and suddenly his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

The Archmage stood still, seemingly contemplating how to lane.

REAL’s jungle, Sun Yuanyang, lurking in the nearby bushes: “Poking mid lane?”

Ye Chi didn’t answer. A few seconds later, a frame appeared above the Archmage’s head—a happy sticking-out-tongue expression.

Sun Yuanyang: “…”

“Can’t poke him,” Ye Chi finally replied, “their jungle should be around too.”

Sun Yuanyang: “…Alright.”

Guang Ming was clearly frustrated. He was observing from the diagonal bushes and seeing Ye Chi flash a well-known dog-like expression, his forehead veins twitched.

This Ding Wenquan guy was really causing trouble. After going back, he spent the whole night grinding his teeth, making him almost unable to face these two people.

Luckily Mo Yin was cool enough; otherwise, he would have felt awkward.

“The enemy jungle seems to be…”

Before he could finish saying “camping,” Guang Ming was forcibly silenced.

The aristocratic and glamorous Assassin, who seemed completely indifferent to the Archmage, also displayed a frame above his head—a thumbs-down “weak.”

Guang Ming: “…”

Damn, this was the first time he’d seen Mo Yin interact with someone in-game!