"Xiao Kai, I...!"
Listening to Factory Director's weathered words, tinged with disappointment and a hint of distance, but mostly resentment...
Xu Cheng was left speechless, feeling guilty and confused.
Yet he also felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Hadn't he heard this spiel somewhere before?
Factory Director watched Xu Cheng's reaction in secret, already making up his mind.
Xu Cheng's performance this game had been insane, but that habit of getting ants in his pants whenever he saw someone low on health was genuinely dangerous.
He wasn't deliberately trying to mess with him, either. Against a strong team, giving them one chance like that would basically mean getting reverse-swept.
He had to correct this "bad habit"!
"Looks like my performance today still wasn't... perfect," Xu Cheng lamented.
Factory Director's mouth twitched. He nodded solemnly. "That's definitely true."
"Xiao Kai, your first professional match must've gone a lot better than mine, right?"
My first professional match?
7 Sauce thought back to the first time he'd stepped onto the professional stage. It had been some pretty unofficial little tournament...
He'd been so nervous that his opponents had schooled him mercilessly, killing him like a minion.
He smiled. "Of course. I was already perfect back then!"
"Really? Then you..."
"Putting that aside."
Factory Director cut off Xu Cheng's follow-up question and said gravely,
"Let me put it this way. Against a strong team like RNG, if you play like that again, they'll completely shut you down."
"And that's not even mentioning the LCK, the Korean region you've never faced before—the team that's kept the LPL under its thumb for six years!"
Factory Director shook his head and clicked his tongue theatrically. "Would you really want to get smashed by a Korean top laner on the Professional Arena someday?"
"? What are you trying