At twenty-eight, Xu Xingyuan led his team to a shutout loss at the World Championship.
Once a prodigy who had burst onto the scene as the top player on the Asian server, he had gone ten years without winning a title.
Fans condemned him, the owner blamed him, the coach said they needed a change, and his teammates clenched their fists and told him:
“I never wanted to be your teammate in the first place.”
Xu Xingyuan turned down his final transfer offer, retired, and underwent surgery.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back at nineteen. Behind him was the championship trophy he had just failed to win once more, and in front of him were his downcast teammates, waiting to be comforted.
“Transfer? This team doesn’t deserve you.”
The opposing team’s captain lazily curled an arm around the trophy, smirked, and called out to him.
“I’m only asking once. Don’t expect another chance.”
By the time those two sentences were out, his teammates had already left him behind.
After a moment of silence, Xu Xingyuan turned and climbed into the opposing team’s car. Under the stunned gaze of his longtime rival, he urged them on in an even voice.
“How’s the food at your training base? I’m a picky eater, so I’m hard to keep happy.”
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News that the Asian server’s genius entry fragger was transferring set the entire esports scene ablaze.
The doubts were deafening. Everyone said Xu Xingyuan had gone crazy after losing. Why join a team whose style was the exact opposite of his?
The rival team was full of villains. The better they did, the more insufferable they became, leaving people grinding their teeth in helpless frustration.
Xu Xingyuan, however, was the strong, silent type. He always began interviews with “Sorry,” and was just as gentle and easy to bully off the field as he was aggressive on it.
The hashtag #HopeXuXingyuanSurvives# flooded the forums.
It wasn’t until the documentary about this legendary star-studded team’s Grand Slam aired that people realized the whole “little lamb wanders into a pack of wolves” story was a lie.
It was Satan reclaiming his throne.
The troublemaker who taunted the entire league off the field was forced by Xu Xingyuan to stay late for extra practice until he was sobbing.
The little demon who loved humiliating everyone, friend or foe, and didn’t change even after getting fined six figures, would put his gun away at a single glance from Xu Xingyuan.
The king of stream-sniping and chaos, who stirred up trouble on his livestream every day, would argue with people for three hundred rounds on behalf of Brother Xingyuan, like a dog with its tail stepped on.
Xu Xingyuan: I came back from hell. It’s only natural that I give off a gloomy vibe.
The opposing team’s captain rested his head on Xu Xingyuan’s shoulder with a smile: Me? I’m Brother Satan’s guardian spirit.
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Back in the best years of his life, he meets the best teammates and the love of his life, a soulmate who understands him.
A storm of youthful energy sweeps across the arena!
Theme: New paths, new horizons