LOL: I'm in the LPL, that's my fight!

Chapter 79: Old Mo, you're going the wrong way!

"Nice!"

"We won! We won!"

"Professional competition! BJBS has entered the professional competition!"

Offstage, Lao Mo was so excited he was practically dancing with joy. He rushed up almost the instant his brothers flattened the MGB crystal base.

No, to be precise, he had wanted to go up earlier, but Qi Sheng, who remained relatively calm, pulled him back.

"I said...you're going the wrong way!!!"

A chorus of voices came from behind, carrying a deep sense of helplessness.

He was about to walk onto the stage when he was so angry at his childhood friend's incoherent appearance that he covered his face.

Old Mo then suddenly slammed on the brakes.

He blinked and realized he was sprinting toward the MGB side of the arena, getting further and further away from his teammates' seats.

The five members of MGB turned around in unison, their expressions perfectly synchronized: ???

Seeing Mo Ziye, whose face was flushed and who was stumbling excitedly towards them, the young contestants felt like their brains were about to overheat.

No, why is the owner of BJBS here?

Could it be that we've traveled through time?

This is a parallel world. We actually won that team fight just now?

Or is it that...we actually won the championship 3-0?

The answer is obviously no.

They looked down at the word "failure" on their screens, then looked up at the man who had run several steps ahead but suddenly turned around as if remembering something. For a moment, they didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

"He... is he sick in the head!"

Gao Zhenning slammed his headphones on the table, glared at the back of the figure that turned back and ran towards the BJBS battle booth, and said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Ming, who was standing to the side, didn't say anything and just quietly packed away the peripherals.

But his gaze couldn't help but drift towards the other side—the group on the other side had already huddled together, and Lao Mo rushed in, grabbed his own player's neck, jumped and shouted nonsense like "We've really made it into the professional league!" and "You guys are amazing!"

Xiao Ming lowered his eyes, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

……

"Come on, come on, give me another hug, just one more!"

Old Mo spread his arms wide, like an overly enthusiastic bird, and pounced on the players who had just come down from the competition table.

His face still bore the flush from running in the wrong direction, but his eyes were full of undisguised light.

"Sorry, Brother Ye, you weren't here just now. Brother Qi and I had already released most of our passion." Li Rui, who was walking in front, smiled and took a step back. He was polite in his words, but his feet told a different story—he dodged Lao Mo's second bear hug.

Wu Chen, standing nearby, chimed in, "Exactly! If we keep carrying each other like this, our bones will fall apart!"

"Hahaha, running against the team, huh!" A chorus of voices rose from behind, slapping Old Mo on the shoulder, their eyes narrowing into slits with laughter. "Old Mo, tell me the truth, are you thinking about getting into LSPL soon and doing something big for the club ahead of time?"

"Yes, I give this marketing campaign a perfect score."

He couldn't even imagine how explosive the esports forums would be if the city championship was won undefeated, coupled with news of a boss going the wrong way.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter. Even the referee, who was tidying up the data records nearby, couldn't help but smile.

"Ahem... It was an accident, purely an accident."

Old Mo coughed twice, his ears slightly burning. He patted his clothes, pretending to be calm, and pushed everyone's shoulders towards the front of the stage, taking big, quick steps, as if afraid that someone would keep bringing up the topic.

"Alright, alright, guys, raise your signs! Raise your signs!"

He shouted as he waved to the staff on the side of the stage.

The City Championship is nothing like the LPL or the World Championship in terms of grandeur. There is no giant trophy, no shower of gold, and no special trophy-raising ceremony—the champion's reward is just a small trophy held in one hand, quietly placed on a tray, not yet solemnly raised by anyone.

However, what was actually being handed to everyone was a series of gleaming medals. Engraved on them was the prize money for this year's city championship—100,000 yuan!

For Lao Mo and Qi Sheng, 100,000 yuan was nothing more than the amount of New Year's money they received when they were children.

But the sense of accomplishment that this sign represents and brings them at this moment is far beyond what money can compare to.

"Okay, congratulations!"

The venue echoed with the clear and captivating voice of the final host.

She stood in the center of the stage, her red dress standing out under the lights. Holding a microphone, she smiled as she looked at the five members of BJBS who had just stepped down from their battle seats.

"Congratulations to our BJBS for defeating their opponent 3-0, and for winning the 9th City Championship with a perfect record since the group stage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

In the audience, some people held up handwritten BJBS light boards, some stood up and whistled, and several young men wearing BJBS internet cafe uniforms put their arms around each other's shoulders and shouted "BJBS! BJBS!" at the top of their lungs.

The atmosphere at the scene was just as vibrant as that of a top-tier league final.

The host clapped as he walked up the steps to the contestant.

Behind her, the cameraman jogged up with his equipment, the lens steadily locking onto the group of young people who had just jumped off the stage.

Normally, the TGA Grand Prix does not include post-match interviews.

After all, in previous years, the number of spectators couldn't even fill one studio for this competition. The young men competing on stage were so nervous that their hands trembled, while the audience was mostly filled with family, friends, and staff.

Who interviewed whom? And who was the interview broadcast to?

But today is different.

Not to mention the packed stadium—originally only half of the stands were open, but all seats were added before the match, and it was still impossible to get a seat. On the Huya platform, which broadcast the match, the number of real-time viewers in the upper right corner has exceeded 400,000, and it is still increasing at a visible rate.

Four hundred thousand.

The final of a city championship tournament unexpectedly generated more viewership than a popular LPL regular season match.

Tencent knows better than anyone how much traffic such a massive amount of attention it will generate.

They certainly wouldn't want to waste any money—even if it's just getting the contestants to say a few more words in front of the camera, show their faces a few more times, and shout the sponsor's slogans a few more times, that's real money.

So, the post-match interviews that shouldn't have happened were arranged as a matter of course.

The host raised the microphone, his gaze sweeping over the group of young people in front of him, their foreheads still glistening with sweat and their chests heaving. He smiled and said, "Come on, say hello to the more than 400,000 viewers in the live broadcast room—"

Zhu Dan stood at the very front of the line.

Slightly nervous, he held the microphone with both hands, "Hello everyone, I'm BCYM, the top laner from BJBS!"

"Hi everyone, I'm DRXJ, the jungler for BJBS!"

"Hello everyone, I'm Crush, the mid laner for BJBS!"