MVP Support

He Zhishe got into a car accident and thought he was done for. When he opened his eyes again, there was a computer screen in front of him. Had he transmigrated?

"Are we playing or not? Hurry up. I know you're bad, just play support."

An impatient voice came through his headset.

He Zhishe, a pro Honor of Kings player who'd just won the championship, quietly stubbed out his cigarette. "Sure. I'll play Cai Wenji."

Eight minutes into the match, He Zhishe quietly typed in all chat: "Heads up, I'm coming to gank."

Back then, Honor of Kings was just starting to catch on.

Back then, He Zhishe was a taciturn, antisocial shut-in.

Back then, Qi Mumu was a well-behaved student.

"Do you even know how to play Hou Yi? What kind of marksman goes support?"

"Funny you should ask. I'll play Cai Wenji in the bottom lane, and Hou Yi can support me."

He Zhishe was perfectly calm. He was the only one allowed to bully his girl.

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