Mitsukawa Club

Jiang City, South Jiang City, San Chuan Club

The members of SC were all solo queueing, grinding their ranks.

Coach Zhang San came in with club manager Li Si, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention.

"Everyone stop for a moment, our club's Big Boss is coming to inspect soon, you guys perform well later."

Hearing that the Big Boss was coming, SC's members hurried to finish their games.

Although Zhao Boss didn't manage them directly, if he was unsatisfied, he could easily find an excuse to fire them.

In other words, if they could butter up the Big Boss well, who needs a pro career? They could take off directly!

Outside the club, a flashy black Phantom coupe drifted smoothly into a parking spot. Two young men got out of the car.

"Welcome, welcome, thank you Young Master Zhao for taking time out of your busy schedule to come inspect."

Zhang San and Li Si, who had been waiting at the door, jogged over quickly.

Zhao Zhou was already used to their attitude and didn't respond. He turned to Ye Feng and said, "Let's go, bro, come in and take a look with me."

Zhang San and Li Si had already seen Ye Feng get out of the passenger seat. They didn't know his relationship with the boss, and thought he was some relative trying to get on the team.

Now hearing the boss's tone, it seemed like the two had an unusual relationship, so they didn't dare be negligent either, and quickly flattered some more.

After much ado waiting for the two brownnosers to brownnose enough, the group of four finally came to the club's training room.

"Zhao bro."

"Boss."

As soon as they entered, the team members started calling out.

Zhao Zhou also played games occasionally, and was around the same age as the team members, so they had a pretty good relationship.

"League of Immortals?"

Ye Feng was a bit surprised, he was quite familiar with this game.

Zhao Zhou nodded. "Yeah, what, you play too?"

"Of course."

The current Ye Feng wasn't the country bumpkin from the original story who spent all day with an old geezer deep in the mountains.

Apart from cultivating, he would also play games with his classmates. This insanely popular game was naturally part of their conversations.

Zhao Zhou wasn't too surprised that Ye Feng played this game either. Young people playing it was normal.

"But what's this club for?"

Apart from school, cultivation, and spending the entire summer break deep in the unconnected mountains, Ye Feng had skipped over some unimportant things.

After two years of aggressive promotion, League of Immortals was deeply loved by gamers.

But where there were people, there was drama. In competitive gaming, winners were kings. Many top ranked players hoped for a platform to showcase themselves.

Thus, responding to gamers' calls, the game company introduced a large official esports tournament last year.

Zhao Zhou had also jumped on the bandwagon, registering a club and forming this esports team.

After a simple introduction of the club, Zhao Zhou didn't forget his own goal, and asked Zhang San, "How are the preparations for next week's match?"

Zhang San hesitated. "Boss, you know QB esports Team has been doing great recently. We..."

Zhao Zhou knew his team's status had been a bit low lately, but still stubbornly said, "QB Team and I have a bet, with pretty big stakes. So, if you can win next week's match, bonus and salary won't be issues. If you lose...forget it, losing would be normal too. Just do your best."

"Yes."

Seeing his team's condition, Zhang San didn't dare make any bold claims, even though this was a good chance to suck up.

If they lost, they would have to bear the painful consequences of patting the tiger's butt.

"Let's not talk about that. Ye Feng, don't you play this game too? What rank are you?"

"Platinum."

"What a coincidence, I'm Diamond. Come, come, sit down. It's rare for me to come once, let them play a game with us two bros."

Zhao Zhou casually found a computer station and logged into his account, waving over, "What role do you play? You pick first, they'll fill the rest. Oh right, bring three Diamond and Platinum accounts."

Seeing the situation, Ye Feng could only find a computer too, and casually said, "Top lane."

"Okay, okay, let's go, charge!"

30 minutes later

Zhao Zhou watched Ye Feng abusing at the enemy fountain and yelled, "Feng bro's so good, fifteen kills zero deaths, how'd you do that?"

While clicking the enemy nexus, Ye Feng casually said, "It's nothing, just takes hands. As long as you're a bit higher level and have more gold, you can play with your feet."

What he said wasn't wrong. With such overwhelming economic and level advantages, one could dominate. But where did such high advantages in gold and exp come from?

After another three hours, upon seeing Ye Feng had reached Diamond rank MVP, Zhao Zhou curiously checked his previous match history.

Not checking wouldn't matter, but this check scared them half to death. The screen full of green was mockingly bright.

From beginning to end, Ye Feng's ranked record was victorious. That meant he had winstreaked from provisional MMR up. The difficulty was self-evident.

"Bro Ye, no, Boss Ye, please save the child. I kneel to you."

Ye Feng disgustedly pushed away Zhao Zhou who was hugging his legs, reminding, "I'm just lowly Diamond for now. The competition is all Challenger rank. How am I supposed to save you?"

"Boss, you don't understand. Rank isn't the issue. With your skills, definitely world class! "

The others all nodded too. They had watched the few games just now, and approved greatly of Ye Feng's level.

Especially Wang Wu, the original top laner. He was certain that if he had sat in that seat just now, there was no way he could've pulled off those unthinkable plays.

If it was on stage, it would be a living highlight reel!

Yet Ye Feng himself truly didn't feel anything. Since starting cultivation, his reactions had long surpassed normal people. Along with extraordinary memory, this game posed no difficulty to him.

"Enough said. Bro Ye, these two days just coordinate well with them. If you can win the match for me next week, the Phantom is yours."

For Young Master Zhao, a measly used car was nothing. He cared more about the chain reaction from failing the match.

"But military training is about to start, we'll have no time this week."

At heart, Ye Feng was still a good student who studied hard and aimed high every day. He really didn't dare agree to truancy.

"Don't worry, I'll ask the instructor for leave. Please, I'm begging you."

"Alright then."

Ye Feng thought carefully. Military training was always the same, useless to him. And seeing Zhao Zhou plead with him so earnestly, he felt bad rejecting further.