“Zhang Yang, stand up and promise your teammates you won't throw this time.” White Crescent nudged Zhang Yang with his elbow and shot him a look, his eyes full of desperation.
“Oh! Sure, my dear friends. I promise I won't build three Infinity Edges this time. I'll only build two! And I won't charge into their fountain either. At most, I'll stand in front of it and dance.” Zhang Yang cleared his throat, stood up, and solemnly made his promise to everyone.
“Did you hear that? Does that sound like something a human would say?! He's a troll to the core! Once, he made me fly a plane with a bomb strapped to it just to cover him while he charged into their fountain to kill someone. Take a look: is that something a normal person does?” The mid laner, known as the Golden Left Hand, Knight9, couldn't hold back and shouted.
“That's right! None of us believe him!” all the TOP players shouted in unison.
With a small lead, I dive the tower. With a decent lead, I dance. With a huge lead, I fountain-dive. I'm a pig who doesn't fear boiling water. The bigger the lead, the more I...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
