When you thought your laning opponent was Gold, or at worst Silver, that even if they lacked three- or five-layer schemes, they at least had mid- to long-term plans and calculations, taking one step while thinking three ahead—only to discover that you had been overthinking everything, battling wits against thin air.
"So it turned out they were just an elementary schooler—uh, that analogy doesn't seem quite right. There are too many formidable elementary schoolers these days. The frustration of adults getting crushed in lane by elementary schoolers is all too common. Let's call them Glory Bronze instead."
As a man who had languished in Bronze V for years, he had a profound understanding of the Bronze rank. He felt the comparison was extremely apt.
Most obviously, you could never understand their utterly chaotic thoughts and plays. But if you genuinely tried to understand them, you might end up assimilating into that rank yourself.
"...How am I supposed to respond?"
For the first time, Lu PingAn felt lost because his opponent was too terrible.
The other side was trying to suppress him, probably because they had heard that the "Teacher" had arrived and feared that the Teacher would step forward now to back Lu Lu.
What they feared most was probably Lu Lu forcibly competing for a position in the Military Department.
"...How could we possibly play the Teacher card? Even setting aside my personal preferences, that card simply can't be played. More precisely, it is most effective when it remains unplayed."
At that moment, Lu PingAn was almost amused. Even the Long-Hand Tribe elites of this world still carried the unmistakable air of "eight-year-olds."
Teacher's Discourse had already spread throughout the entire world. In a sense, even the entire Savior Army was the product of this spirit of "changing the