| Marry Me, I'm Super Well-Behaved [Esports] (MARRY ME) |
At the new FKW base, a rookie reporter who had just stepped into the field asked the team manager of this prestigious club, "How did FKW find the genius top laner South?"
If it had been a journalist with even a little knowledge of League of Legends history, they would never have asked such a question. However, this reporter had been in the industry for less than half a month and knew nothing about FKW's notorious past.
The team manager, dressed in a suit, brightened up but realizing he had reacted too excitedly and cleared his throat: "This goes back to three years ago when FKW won the championship. I had to order the players to stream."
Three years ago, at the Nanjiao Sports Arena.
The venue, filled to capacity with a hundred thousand spectators, looked like a densely packed beehive from above, all eyes fixed on the central big screen and holding their breath to watch the annual finals.
"Advent" was the hottest MOBA game at the time, with over a hundred million players online worldwide. This match not only determined the S13 world champion but also whether Chi Yu could achieve a triple crown.
The young commentator was equally anxious: "This is Chi Shen's seventh year in competition; I wonder if he can win this match and create the miracle of three crowns in seven years?"
The veteran commentator beside him sighed: "The Korean team's overall strength is stronger, and their economy is so far ahead. There’s not much hope this year."
The rookie commentator felt a bit embarrassed while looking at his calm and composed senior.
No wonder he’s a veteran! He’s quite professional when it comes to the game, and I still have so much to learn.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a faint clicking sound reached his ears that almost negligible compared to the fierce fighting sounds near the dragon pit.
That was the Viper entering the arena that were controlled by Chi Yu!
No one knew how long the Viper had been waiting. The moment it entered, a powerful shockwave erupted, freezing the previously tense arena in an instant, taking down the enemies on the field in one fell swoop!
The veteran commentator immediately changed his tune: "Just as I said before, no matter how strong the Korean side is or how far ahead they are economically, heh, it’s nothing in front of us!"
Wait a minute!
Didn’t you say there was no hope?
The rookie commentator was in a daze, and when FKW won the match, the arena erupted with an incredibly enthusiastic cheer that echoed throughout the sky.
The comments section of FKW's official Weibo exploded.
【Daddy's Spoiler】Triple crown ahhhhhhhhh!!!
【Pure-hearted Little Turkey】Chi Shen's sense of oppression is too strong; it’s simply despairing from the opponent's perspective.
【Taro Soufflé】Did you all notice in the last game? The opponents thought FKW wanted to go for the dragon and relaxed their guard by the dragon pit, but they didn’t expect the target was themselves.
【Eight-pack Abs foraging】I noticed! The Korean team actually had a good chance of winning with their top-tier mid-jungle synergy and decent team fights, but they couldn’t withstand Chi Shen’s strength.
【Charming Widow】This is Chi Shen's style, right? Rather than taking the risk to fight the dragon, he prefers to keep control in his own hands.
FKW was one of the earliest established teams, and most of the fans had been following since the launch, analyzing the matches with great insight. A user with a pink cartoon avatar stood out particularly.
【South】That play was incredible!
【South】Hubby is amazing!
【South】I want to be Chi Yu's orange.
Seeing these comments, everyone felt a mix of emotions. When they clicked on the profile and saw the gender listed as male, their feelings became even more complicated.
It's not that they discriminate against Nantong, but clicking in reveals it's just a small streamer. How can someone like this even have fans?
【Mango Ice】The pinker your avatar, the more outrageous your comments, huh?
【Mulberry Ice Dumplings】Your underwear is practically flying into my face.
【Eighty-Year-Old Midlaner Wants to Go Pro】Dude, put on some pants. Just imagine stripping in front of Chi Shen—I’d be embarrassed for you even if you weren’t.
Netizens earnestly advised him to delete the comment, but they all fell silent after seeing his reply.
【South】……Do I need to wear pants to see Chi Shen???
As the crowd fell silent, the computer screen flickered with constant notifications. A slender, pale hand gripped the mouse, the dark jacket sleeve framing a wrist so delicate it seemed almost translucent.
Following the jacket upward, contrary to everyone’s expectations of flamboyance, was an extraordinarily beautiful face. Silver-white short hair slightly obscured light-colored almond eyes, while full lips glistened with moisture—a mouth perfectly shaped for kissing, soft and plush like a little long-tailed tit.
He looked utterly harmless.
It was Halloween, and Ning Nanzhou sipped on cheap milk while engrossed in the tournament replay. He had liked Chi Yu for three years—practically a golden anniversary by now—so what was wrong with leaving a couple of comments?
He adjusted his faded sleeve cuffs just as his phone rang. The delivery guy’s voice came through the receiver: "Your order’s here, student."
Reluctantly, he set aside his laptop and headed out.
Currently a freshman at Hu University, Ning Nanzhou found the school decent in most aspects—locked in a perpetual battle with its neighbor for a spot in the top three—except for the absurdly distant delivery pickup point from the dorms, all under the guise of "systematic management."
He suspected it was just a ploy to boost cafeteria revenue, given that Hu University’s dining hall was notoriously… indescribable. No matter how skilled the chef, every dish ended up looking like a "stargazy pie," and somehow worse than plain boiled vegetables.
The mere thought of the cafeteria made Ning Nanzhou grimace. He quickly threw on his jacket and hurried downstairs, pushing the comment incident to the back of his mind.
After all, Chi Yu didn’t even use Weibo—his account was managed by the club. There was no way he’d see it, right?
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Even after the match, the stadium remained bustling.
Security’s attempts to disperse the crowd were futile as hundreds of fans swarmed the exits, hoping for autographs from the players.
A gray van discreetly parked at a side entrance. The entire FKW team boarded after their post-match interviews. Top laner Qin Yong, still riding high on the media’s praise, couldn’t hide his smugness once inside.
"Before the match, everyone made the Korean team out to be unbeatable, but they were just average. Their top laner got pinned under his tower by me, and I solo-killed him multiple times in team fights. Even a minion would’ve been more useful."
Though his words were exaggerated, his performance today had indeed been stellar. His kill count was second only to Chi Yu’s, and his teamfight participation and damage per minute spoke for themselves—he’d even secured MVP in the second game.
If he’d been considered part of China’s top-tier top laners before the championship, now he was undeniably the nation’s number one.
The hosts who used to ignore him now had to address him respectfully as "Brother Qin."
A calm voice interjected, "The opponent isn't as bad as you make them out to be."
"And you were too greedy in the team fight. In the third match, you charged into the Dragon Pit without any vision. If Little Qiao hadn’t saved you, the match would’ve ended right there. This isn’t the first time you’ve made this mistake."
Being criticized in front of so many people, Qin Yong’s expression darkened, solidifying his resolve not to renew his contract.
Song Mingjie, FKW’s team manager, quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Let’s talk about this later! Everyone worked hard for the championship. Old Cheng reserved a private room at Bei Ji Hot Pot. Eat, drink, and have fun—all expenses covered by the club!"
The others also shifted the topic, easing the tense atmosphere.
Song Mingjie wiped his sweat discreetly and glanced at Chi Yu through the rearview mirror.
The young man was strikingly handsome, with long, ink-black hair cascading down to his waist. His pupils, like ink flowing from the Song Dynasty to the present, gleamed faintly in the dim light. A faint mole at the corner of his eye softened his otherwise icy demeanor.
Though he still resembled an iceberg, he now seemed like one that wasn’t quite as cold.
Song Mingjie had known Chi Yu for nearly five years. While they got along well, Chi Yu was entirely focused on competitions—either training or reviewing matches. Getting him to do anything else was nearly impossible.
Thinking of the task assigned by the club, Song Mingjie felt a headache coming on.
He waited until they got out of the car to call out to Chi Yu. "There’s an event today."
Knowing Chi Yu wouldn’t be interested, he pitched it enthusiastically. "This one’s a collaboration with Weibo—just reply to a few fan comments. No need to show your face, and it’ll only take ten minutes!"
The man in the seat stepped out of the car as if he hadn’t heard, clearly uninterested.
Song Mingjie hastily pulled out his phone and showed Chi Yu the comments. "Brother Chi! Captain Chi! God Chi!"
"Even if you won’t do it for the club, do it for the fans. How long has it been since you last logged into Weibo? Look how well they’ve analyzed everything."
Song Mingjie had read the comments before.
FKW’s fans were different from others. While most fans would just cheer "Brother, you’re amazing!" after a win, their fans could dissect the entire match from start to finish, scrutinizing every detail.
Honestly, he admired some of them—they could reverse-engineer tactics post-match. Though no one could fully decipher Chi Yu’s mind, guessing even half right was impressive. After all, this guy was the League’s infamous master of deception.
As the saying goes, all tacticians have dirty minds.
Something in his words must have struck a chord because Chi Yu finally took the phone. Song Mingjie sighed in relief—until the other man calmly read out one comment—
"Want to be… ridden by Chi Yu?"
Meanwhile, the actual subject of the comment sneezed while picking up his takeout.
Translator:
Hahahaha what a comment that you pick captain!
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