Stop Carrying! Your Teammates Are Going to Die Laughing

Other people's teams: pros, tactical masterminds, mechanical monsters.

My team: a rich playboy, a jinx, a narcissist, a bookworm, and three girls who aren't right in the head.

In our first scrim, a team of random players stomped us.

In our first official match, we won because our opponents' internet lagged.

In our first championship, we came back from a 0-2 deficit to win the series 3-2 and made the other team rage-quit.

Everyone said we were just lucky.

That is, until we reached the world championship final, facing the Korean champions.

Our captain, Liu Qing'an, smirked. “Brothers, show them what the Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenix can do.”

[A story about seven “abnormal people” fighting their way from internet cafe tournaments to the top of the world]