Young Master Tian looked thoroughly "unhappy," wanting to get angry but not daring to say anything.
"Thank you. One hundred dollars." Jiang Siming grinned.
"One hundred it is! Here!" Young Master Tian said, counting out five hundred New Taiwan Dollars for Jiang Siming.
"That's five hundred?" Jiang Siming reminded him.
"Of course I know. I said one hundred—did I say one hundred what? New Taiwan Dollars! You'll have to pay up when you lose, too," Young Master Tian said.
Jiang Siming nodded and said, "Fine, then let's continue."
The two of them started another custom game. Young Master Tian chose Lee Sin again, while Jiang Siming once more picked Trundle.
He was doing it on purpose, trying to annoy the little brat.
When Young Master Tian saw Jiang Siming choose Trundle again, the expression on his face began to twitch. He could only sneer, "This time, I won't fool around anymore. Just wait to die, you ugly lump."
"Is that so? Then bring it on."
The game started over, and the result was still the same. Within a minute of the minions reaching the lane, Jiang Siming killed the kid again.
Young Master Tian stamped his feet in fury and wanted to keep going.
He was still playing Lee Sin, and Jiang Siming was still playing Trundle.
Third game
Fourth game
Tenth game
After ten straight games of Lee Sin and ten straight games of Trundle, Jiang Siming had beaten the elementary schooler so badly that his head was practically smashed to pieces.
He was almost crying from anger.
"Uncle, can't you stop using this champion?!"
"No. You were the one who said I could pick any champion I wanted."
"I..."
Eleventh game
Thirtieth game
"I'm not playing anymore! Boo-hoo-hoo! This is so disgusting~" Young Master Tian cried, wailing at