This is hypocrisy. . . When his fingertips pressed on the flash button for the last time, Shen Yan looked at the fireworks exploding from his own crystal, and the smell of rust filled his throat. That was his last game as a jungler for the "Phoenix" team. He was only one BO5 away from the national finals, but because of his last wave of fatal mistakes, the entire team's three years of hard work were in vain.
When he opened his eyes again, the phone screen stayed on the Honor of Kings login page. The time was two years ago, the summer when he had just been discovered by the team and was still serving as a substitute in the youth training camp.
The phone in the palm of his hand was still warm, but the changes in the version in the next two years clearly appeared in his mind: the patch in which Luna was about to be weakened, Mirror's "Infinite Company under the Moon" would become the answer to the version, and he even knew the secret tactics hidden by the opponent's team.
"Youth training camp assessment?" The coach's voice came from behind, impatient, "Shen Yan, if you don't perform well, pack up and leave."
Shen Yan raised his eyes, with a calmness that belied his age. He touched the screen with his fingertips and selected the hero who would be played by him to become a god in the future.
"Coach," he curled his lips, with an irrepressible edge in his tone, "I will use Han Xin for this assessment."
This time, he not only wants to fight out of the youth training camp, but also seizes the starting position that should belong to others; he must accurately predict the opponent's routine in every BP game, allowing the team to avoid all version traps; he must lead the group of teammates who fell into the bottom with him to fight all the way back to the KPL stage from the secondary league.
He had seen the light of the Silver Dragon Cup come to an end once, but this time, he wanted to let it rise for the "Phoenix" with his own hands.
