[League of Legends] [Dihua] [No System] [Play the Match the Entire Time]

Lin Jianghai relied on incredibly good luck in the Korean server.

He was recruited by SKT-T1.

As the first Chinese player to enter the LCK,

LPL attaches great importance to this and has contacted Lin Jianghai;

[A reward of 3 million won will be given for successfully joining SKT-T1]

[A reward of 150,000 won for each game helped SKT-T1 win]

[A reward of 20 million won will be given for helping SKT-T1 reach the World Championship Finals]

[A reward of 50 million won for causing SKT-T1 to lose to an LPL team at the World Championship]

Lin Jianghai was overjoyed upon hearing this; it was practically free money.

I'm a Silver player in the Chinese server. As long as I play normally, I'll definitely lose to T1!

......

"Let's congratulate LPL-xx team on winning the S15 League of Legends World Championship."

Lin Jianghai took off his SKT-T1 jersey, put on his LPL jersey, picked up the trophy, and said to Faker:

"Times have changed, old Deng!"

[Uma Musume Girl fanfiction, not actual horse racing]

In this world where humans and horse girls coexist, friction between nations has been smoothed away by the world's benevolence, allowing various bloodlines to continue. Horse girls from different bloodlines compete, rising to prominence, and here...

A gifted racehorse girl came to Treson Academy to study, carrying a vision to shine in the East.

"Senior, just you wait and see!"

Then……

"I am just me."

No longer burdened by the need for others' approval, her path no longer requires their approval or guidance.

[I, Song Wen, a five-time League of Legends champion, was lifting my fifth trophy when I saw the words "You were killed by a dump truck" on the big screen.] "So you mean I'm a character in a book? The LPL in the real world gets crushed by the Koreans every day, and I'm just a product of your imagination?" "It's okay, I'm the chosen one. Since I'm here, I'm the champion! Uzi and Faker are nothing!" "Damn it, a mere Silver player trying to hinder my progress? Bring on another billion rounds!" [I, Wang Ke, a struggling novelist. Just as I was about to run away after another poorly written novel, the protagonist jumped out of the book.] "Dude, you finally transmigrated, why do you have to play games?" "Have you ever played professionally? Don't talk nonsense, don't just assume things." "Okay, since you insist on playing professionally, then..."

"Shinji-kun!" "Yusuke-san, get to the point!" "Hmm... While the anomaly has indeed been resolved, wasn't the commotion a bit too much?" "Was it?" "It does seem quite normal for someone piloting an 80-meter-tall Unit-01 to beat up a 50-meter-tall monster." "Yasuhito-san, I'm a little annoyed by what you're saying. A gang fight against villains, isn't it just a matter of using whatever's available? But you guys need to get going! I can already see police lights flashing at the foot of the mountain. You'll be in big trouble if Inspector Yakushiji catches your eye. It looks like Special Vehicle Division 2 is here too." "Your way of putting it doesn't give me a very good feeling. Oh well. Let's go! Oh, by the way, here are this week's coupons! Remember to come to my shop!" "Oh! A stack of McDonald's coupons? That's a big help!" "So, shall we meet at Yukihira Restaurant later?" "Okay! I'll leave the cleanup to you. Where did Fujiwara-san park the car? We can't shake off those two policewomen without him." "I'll ride back on Eikichi-sensei's motorcycle first!" "Running away is not honorable at all!"