He was a prodigy mid laner who fell from grace at eighteen. An old scar on his right wrist held all his regrets in check.
He was a three-time champion marksman at twenty-five, shouldering a team on the verge of disbanding and never looking back for three years.
At a city tournament, Lu Beichen watched Lin Yuan play an entire match from the stands.
“Your Guiguzi's timing on that flash engage was exactly what I'd imagined.”
“Come to Lieyang and play support.”
Lin Yuan turned him down. Until Lu Beichen said, “Don't you want to know who ruined your hand back then?”
From testing each other to entrusting each other with their lives, from an unknown account booster to the shot-caller and support of a championship team, it took Lin Yuan three years. From a captain who carried everything alone to having someone by his side, it took Lu Beichen three years too.
Together, they overcome infighting, the machinations of investors, old injuries flaring up, and an old rival's revenge. When no one believes in them, they fight their way through.
When they finally lift the trophy, Lu Beichen hands it to him:
“Lin Yuan, thank you for coming to Lieyang.”
Later, someone asks what moment in his career he remembers most.
Lu Beichen says, “Every time he points me in the right direction.”
Lin Yuan says, “Every time I point him in the right direction.”
From pointing to each other on the battlefield to finding peace after reaching the top.
This is a story about choosing each other and always coming through for one another:
Wherever he goes, I'll pull him there.
Wherever he is, I'll deal the damage there.
