Zhang Liang, the most legendary League of Legends esports player of the century.
His fingers were painfully slow. Online fans mocked him: "If he'd ever spent a day doing needlework, his fingers wouldn't be this slow."
His gameplay was ugly, inspiring Iron players: "For real, even I could do that."
He was thickheaded, often picking the wrong champion in crucial matches: "What the hell? These champions can play on the pro stage?"
You might be wondering: Is he really just a malatang vendor?
No, he isn't.
He's the S7 Mid-Season Invitational champion jungler, S7 World Championship Finals MVP, interpreter of the meta, source of legendary caster quotes, founder of Teemo jungle, unparalleled genius with an unconventional mind, Liang-ge, the man you can never trust...
But Zhang Liang's inner monologue was: Does anyone really think I'm good? I can't keep up the act much longer! If I don't come clean soon, this husky is going to end up king of the wolves!;Д`
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Why hasn't it been updated yet? A eunuch?
My book reviews haven't shown up these days.
Is it because I didn't recharge? But I also paid 30 yuan.
Damn it, I actually thought that your 20,000 words were 200,000 words. I was confused when I read Chapter 8.