vrcanaries Chapter 7 offended everyone who was serious about playing professionally.
Chapter 7 offended everyone who was serious about playing professionally.
"Then who's to blame?"
Xi Ye was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood.
He was kept awake for most of the night because of what happened yesterday, but this kid is fine, he got up early this morning looking energetic.
Xi Ye snatched the coffee from Chen Wang's hand in a huff and took a big gulp.
"puff--"
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Xi Ye felt like she was going to throw up the late-night snack she ate last night.
Suffering, extreme suffering.
It even reminded him of his memories of seeing a traditional Chinese medicine doctor when he was five years old and sick.
"What the hell is this? Why is it so painful?"
With a bewildered expression, Xi Ye ran straight to the tap to refresh her taste buds.
"It's a hot Americano, I just forgot to add sugar."
Upon hearing this, Xi Ye became furious.
It's hard now, the fist is really hard.
"Are you serious? Who drinks a hot Americano? A hot Americano? What's the difference between that and Chinese medicine?"
"You took the drink yourself, what do you mean I did it on purpose?"
Chen Wang shrugged innocently: "I've been working out lately, and an iced Americano in the morning helps with fat burning."
"But drinking iced drinks in the morning isn't good for your stomach, so I chose to drink hot drinks instead. How about that? Isn't it healthy?"
"If you want to be healthy, you should go to bed early and get up early, you jerk!"
Xi Ye was truly speechless. After cursing, she collapsed onto the sofa, limp and unrecognizable.
For a long time.
Just when Chen Wang thought the other party had passed out and was about to go to the training room to practice a ranked game,
"Oh, right."
Xi Ye suddenly sat up, looking at Chen Wang with her eyes: "You'd better practice some more recently."
"What's wrong?" Chen Wang raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "You guys are going to play in MSI, what business is it of mine?"
"What's wrong?"
"After the substitute exposed the club's corruption and match-fixing, the team was short-handed due to the jungler's suspension, and the new players' lack of integration led to them getting stuck in a quagmire."
"In a moment of crisis, a substitute suddenly appears and saves the team from dire straits—is this the script?"
To Chen Wang's surprise, Xi Ye actually nodded.
Who knows?
Xi Ye sighed, "But before I left, I thought I heard the coach arguing with the manager, saying that you have to be on the MSI substitute roster."
Are you serious?
Chen Wang thought about it for a while, but he still couldn't figure out how to get on the field.
957 isn't the kind of player who can sway the game. He's said to be the strongest carry among blue-collar top laners, but when he picks a champion like Jayce or Gnar, the performance he delivers is only mediocre.
Even so, 957 is definitely one of the top top laners in the LPL right now, so there's nothing for him to do.
Just like the script he just mentioned, the team is saved from dire straits, but where does the dire straits come from?
You get to play right after your teammates get blown up? That's ridiculous.
Just as I was thinking this, the door to the training room was suddenly pushed open.
Li Minglu stood at the door, his face ashen, his hair a mess, and his panda eyes, just like Xi Ye's, indicated that he probably hadn't slept all night. His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his temples were throbbing.
"Chen Wang," Li Minglu said, his voice not loud, but it made the air in the entire training room freeze for a moment, "Come with me."
Xi Ye subconsciously shrank back into the sofa, pretending that she knew nothing and was already asleep.
Chen Wang remained calm, snatched his hot Americano back from Xi Ye, took a sip, and then flashed a bright white smile at Li Minglu.
"Manager, you wanted to see me?"
There were only two people in the office.
Li Minglu sat behind his desk, his hands clasped on the table, looking at Chen Wang with a gloomy gaze.
Chen Wang sat opposite him, legs crossed, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.
After a long silence, Li Minglu finally spoke.
"You did it on purpose."
"What do you mean, intentionally?" Chen Wang feigned ignorance.
"Live broadcast." Li Minglu emphasized these two words. "You deliberately went live to say that Condi fixed the match, deliberately made everyone hear it, and deliberately made it so that there was no room for maneuver in this matter."
Chen Wang remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
"Why?" Li Minglu's voice finally wavered, as if a long-suppressed anger was finally being released. "You hate him that much? What did he do to offend you?"
Chen Wang didn't answer him, resting his chin on his hand: "Coach, the chicken feet are showing. Didn't you know he was fixing the match?"
"What? The results are in? You want to have a proper talk with me?"
Failure to report such information will also be punished.
Having been in the industry for so long, Li Minglu was a seasoned veteran and didn't fall for Chen Wang's tricks at all: "There's no need to try to trick me. I'm just stating the facts. I only got the news about this today."
"I just want to know, why do you hate him so much? What did he do to offend you? Just because he insulted you?"
"It wasn't me, he offended everyone who takes professional gaming seriously."
Chen Wang put down his crossed legs, leaned forward, and looked directly into Li Minglu's eyes.
"Manager, do you realize how much effort a single match-fixing contestant can ruin?"
"Those sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids in the youth training camp train for more than ten hours a day, earning only three thousand yuan a month, all for the sake of playing in the LPL. And what's the result? They can't make it to the LPL because the LPL spots are taken by match-fixers."
"And what about those spectators who bought tickets to watch the game? They spent money and time, only to see a fixed match?"
"And what about the sponsors..."
"That's enough," Li Minglu interrupted him.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if trying to suppress his anger.
"You're right about everything," Li Minglu nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, "but Chen Wang, have you considered this question?"
"What's the problem?"
"What sustains the salaries, bonuses, meals, and accommodations of everyone in this club, from players to coaches to analysts?"
Chen Wang did not respond.
"It's all about results," Li Minglu answered himself. "It's all about winning games. Condi is the one who can help us win! And you? You're a substitute top laner from the second team, you haven't played a single LPL game, what makes you think you can help the club win?"
"so what?"
"So," Li Minglu stood up, walked around the desk, stood in front of Chen Wang, looked down at him, and revealed a hint of sarcasm, "What you did was not wrong in principle, you can report it."
"But MSI is about to start, it can't be now! If you do this, who will play for MSI? How will the clubs win? You're harming the clubs' interests!"
Chen Wang also stood up.
He was half a head taller than Li Minglu. He looked down at the other man and suddenly smiled.
"Manager, I've heard your logic before."
"What?"
"As long as you have money, who cares where the money comes from? As long as you have good grades, who cares where the grades come from?"
The smile on Li Minglu's face froze for a moment.
"But I don't agree." After saying these four words, Chen Wang turned and left.
"etc."
Chen Wang stopped walking, but didn't turn around.
"I've decided to add you to the MSI roster." Li Minglu's voice came from behind, his tone unreadable. "You can see for yourself the official announcement tonight."
Chen Wang turned his head and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
Li Minglu stood by the window, the smile still on his face, but it didn't look like a real smile at all.
"Okay," Chen Wang opened the door, "then I thank you, manager."
The moment the door closed, Li Minglu's smile finally vanished.
He stood there for a long time, then slowly walked to his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.
"Hello, it's me."
"We'll proceed as planned, but we'll throw this guy in to take the blame in the crucial situations."
"Yes, we've talked to PDD and confirmed that their jungler can come, right? Okay, there's nothing we can do about it. It's better than nothing."
"Chen Wang? He still wants to play in scrims? Give everything to 957, he's just a scapegoat, what's the point of him playing in scrims?"
"Am I fucking hard to understand? Even a Korean like Redmi can't understand me, so you can't either?"
After yelling at people and hanging up the phone, Li Minglu threw his phone on the table and then slumped heavily into his chair.
"You better not lose a single game."