We Said We’d Win the Championship Together, So Why Did You All Retire?

Good news: I transmigrated.

Bad news: I transmigrated into the future.

When Bai Liang woke up, he felt like the sky had fallen.

What?

The LPL has already won the championship?!

What?

Uzi has retired?!

What?

Faker is still playing?!

The dream he once had had already come true.

Even though it wasn’t thanks to him, Bai Liang was still glad to see it.

But

When he saw what had become of the friends who once promised to win the championship together,

he couldn’t help feeling sad.

Yesterday.

The chubby kid, still green, had smugly raised an eyebrow:

“Bai Liang, how sick is my Vayne?”

The day before.

The lanky young man in glasses had been so frantic his front teeth showed:

“Hey! What are you doing?! TP and save me!!!”

Last week.

The not-yet-risen esports Gu Chuan Yuhui had still been muttering to himself:

“Damn it, Liang, you’re a god in mid lane. Don’t ask me to duo next time. If you ask why, just say I’ve got some stuff to do.”

At the time, Bai Liang had been puzzled:

“Wait, you just said I’m a god. So what’s wrong with how I play?”

“Liang, I’m pretty sure I told you who I call a god.”

“Then never mind.”

But now, none of them knew who he was.

The vivid memories of the past had faded, and their dreams had quietly fallen to pieces.

But that was all right

I’ll bring your youth back to life, again and again!

Aargh!

“I may have arrived a little late, but I made it in the end.”