Why Not Let Faker Go!

"Damn it!"

Inside the internet cafe's private room, Xu Junyan, who was queuing on the Korean server while watching the exciting drama unfolding in Xiaohu's stream, couldn't help but curse out loud, stifling a laugh.

"You guys are something else, RNG scum."

Xu Junyan couldn't help but sneer.

As expected of such a thoroughly dirty, scummy club, they wouldn't miss any opportunity for marketing, just as he'd thought.

Take this current situation, for example. Because of the drama between Xiaohu and Damon, countless RZ fans were brought to tears.

However, if he had to comment, he could only say that these fanatical followers were too well-trained, completely lacking any critical thinking. They'd believe anything anyone from RNG, from top to bottom, said. They were like what? Pet dogs?

But it was good this way.

He had intended to use this to hit RNG hard. Damon and Xiaohu falling for the bait made his revenge plan even more feasible.

Xu Junyan's lips curved into a smirk, and he narrowed his eyes as he opened Weibo.

His Weibo follower count had reached 520,000. Ironically, all 520,000 followers were still just those fanatical followers who followed him to curse at him.

It had been a month since that incident, but even today, at least 10,000 fanatical followers still ran to his Weibo to leave abusive comments daily. Their insults were incredibly vulgar, covering every imaginable topic, pushing cyberbullying to its extreme.

His latest Weibo post had a comment count exceeding a terrifying 1 million+, and his private messages had also reached a staggering 1 million+.

The madness and obsession of these fanatical followers were evident.

Of course, Xu Junyan was completely unaffected by any of this. When he was bored, he would even deliberately scroll through them to pass the time, but he never responded to these petty fanatical followers.

It wasn't because he was a coward or scared. It was just that, for now, there was no need. If he were to reply, he'd wait for the right moment, a moment when he could gather all these petty fanatical followers and utterly crush them together.

Otherwise, engaging in a tit-for-tat argument with these brainless fanatical followers in their usual state, what was the point?

None at all. It was a waste of his rank game time. He wasn't like those mindless fanatical followers who had nothing else to do all day but spew hate.

Xu Junyan edited a post, then paused. He decided against it for now. No rush. Let the bullets fly a little longer.

Given the personality of a club like RNG, which was purely about profit, if they were saying such things today, so 'passionate' and 'righteous,' could they really refrain from marketing?

"It's too early to reel them in; it's a loss. Let these brainless dogs market a bit longer. When the hype reaches its peak, I'll make my move. And by then, I should also be able to reach the top of the Korean server."

Xu Junyan stroked his chin, turned off his phone, and closed the stream as well, lest his eyes be tainted. He simply continued queuing.

Of course, considering he might be heading to the LCK to compete, he needed to learn some necessary Korean.

His educational background was not low, but he hadn't studied Korean in college. For foreign languages, he had only passed IELTS with a score of 8, allowing him to communicate normally in English. As for Korean, starting from scratch wasn't too difficult, after all, Korean itself was a minor language that developed from Chinese. For someone who knew Chinese, learning a branch of their own language shouldn't be hard. Of course, simple as it might be, it still required time to master.

Xu Junyan found a Korean learning website and began self-studying some simple basic vocabulary. He waited until he found a new match, slightly focused his mind, and accepted the game!

Incheon, South Korea, SKT Club.

It was 10 PM. All of SKT's starting players had finally finished their full day of training matches, which were also their final training matches before the official season.

The results of the training matches were very average, unsatisfactory. They had played bo3s against AF and JAG respectively. They only managed to win a single game against Corki's team, losing all the others.

Even coach Kkoma hadn't spoken for a long time after the day's training matches concluded.

In fact, more than a month ago, after Huni and Peanut had both decided to leave the team following the World Championship, and the management had decided not to invest more in acquiring new players for the time being, they had already made some predictions about their performance this year.

It was definitely going to be terrible!

After all, first and foremost, there would be a huge gap in the top lane. Untara's skill was simply not enough to be relied upon.

Then there was the jungler, Blank. This person was also very strange. Sometimes his skill was very strong, but other times he was ridiculously bad, outrageously bad, extremely unstable.

Although the recent training matches had proven that the bottom lane duo of Bang and Wolf were still steady, and even unexpectedly carrying? Perhaps Bang was atoning for his performance in the 2017 World Championship. Regardless, Bang had indeed shown the value of a world-class ADC. But it was useless if the top and jungle weren't holding their own.

Furthermore, there had been problems in the mid lane recently. Faker was always playing very aggressively, especially when splitting push and coordinating with the top laner. From a god's-eye view, Faker's choices were actually not wrong; they could even be considered the most precise decisions. At the same time, he executed them with the quickest actions. But the problem was that a player of Untara's caliber simply couldn't adapt to his rhythm and couldn't keep up. This would only lead to one outcome: Untara would appear very clumsy, Faker himself would be completely disconnected from the team, and then, naturally, their team fights would crumble at the slightest touch.

This was SKT's current situation. With the top-tier engine in the mid lane no longer compatible with a lower-tier team, it was no wonder they kept suffering heavy defeats in training matches, unable to even beat mid-to-lower tier teams like Corki's.

With Kkoma remaining silent, the others dared not speak either. They lowered their heads submissively, silently accepting this helpless decline.

The former champions, the former three-time dynasty, were they truly going to fall like this this year?

It was truly hard to accept.

"Coach!"

Untara suddenly stood up, gritting his teeth, his eyes red. It seemed he was making a decision that was quite drastic for him.

Kkoma slowly raised his head upon hearing this, adjusted his glasses, and asked softly, "What is it?"

"I think... perhaps Sanghyuk hyung has been a bit too tired lately. How about we let Sanghyuk hyung take a break as a substitute for a while?" Untara said loudly.

As soon as he said this, the entire training room fell silent for a moment, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked at him in shock.

Faker also looked up slightly, his expression a little taken aback, and glanced at this guy who used to affectionately call him "Sanghyuk hyung."

Untara turned his head away, not meeting their gazes. In his heart, he was actually extremely annoyed, even furious.

He knew his skills were a bit lacking compared to seniors like Marin and Duke, but did Faker really need to humiliate him like this?

In their coordinated plays, he never listened to Untara's commands, always sticking to Faker's own rhythm. Wouldn't that always make Untara look very slow? If it continued like this, they would definitely lose matches, and then all the anger of the SKT fans would be directed at him, wouldn't it?

Why should he accept this! He refused to accept this! Rather than that, he wanted to take a big gamble. He didn't want to leave the starting top lane position for the powerhouse SKT, nor did he want to be cursed at by SKT fans.

So, why not let Faker go!!