Chapter 152 (1)
In the beginning of the match, under the audience’s watchful eyes, Little Fatty moved his champion, a catfish that was equally as plump as he, and waddled up to the lane– –He had passed his team’s own jungle– –swaggered across the river– –before squatting in the bushes of YQCB’s jungle. Little Fatty started to laugh wryly.
Lu Sicheng: “Be that way. If you get killed for being too careless, then you don’t have to come back.”
Little Fatty ignored Lu Sicheng. When the system announced “Minions have spawned”, the minions began charging out of both side’s bases. YQCB’s duo at bot started to fight the big and small krugs in the jungle and intended on taking these two down before going into their lane. Little Fatty, relying on the fact that his champion was quite tanky, waited till the little krug only had a sliver of health left to jump out from the bushes and licked the little krug– —
But he failed to grab the little krug from YQCB.
After taking the experience from killing the krugs, Pope turned to continuously strike Little Fatty . Little Fatty turned around and scurried away using flash– –As he was scrambling away, Little Fatty only flashed a few millimeters forward and crashed into a wall. In ZGDX’s team channel, there were sounds of– —
Tong Yao: “Oof”
Old K: “Oof!”
Old Cat: “Oof!”
Lu Sicheng: “What a Silver move.”
Little Fatty’s champion only had a third of his health now. After drinking his health potion, he hurriedly turned around and used his second summoner spell “exhaust” on Pope to slow down his movements and reduce his damage. Then he barely survived!
It was a typical example of going for wool and coming back shorn!
Tong Yao: “Bot’s starting on hard mode.”
Old K: “Fooling around.”
Old Cat: “The moment Little Fatty passed by the river, bot had ended. Old K comes up to top when you’re level 3. I’ll carry this round.”
“You carry what. They are laughing at our top as being a two-man top and you still call Old K up to help you. Don’t you know what shame is?” Little Fatty nagged at Old Cat while frightenedly swaddling back to next to Lu Sicheng.
Lu Sicheng was steadily farming at the moment. When he saw his support who had only a sliver of health left had come back to hide behind him, the corner of his eyes twitched and he pinged the floor: “Why did you come back here for? It’s better you get killed over there and go back to spring afk.”
Little Fatty giggled: “Back to mess you up.”
Lu Sicheng: “……”
The team’s channel was quiet for three seconds. Then everyone realized the reason why Little Fatty had played support for Lu Sicheng for four seasons and never had won a warm spot in his heart– –It was a result that had been created by Little Fatty himself little by little day after day. Up till this day, it probably had taken up all the tolerance and care in Lu Sicheng’s lifetime for him to not go afk at an official competition or give Little Fatty a good beating.
Three minutes into the match, both bot and mid reached level three, one after the other. Based on Pope’s habits, he would try to get a kill before reaching level four. Even if he wasn’t in a good condition, he would still call up their jungler to help him tower dive– –Lu Sicheng knew Pope’s tendencies and had seen him doing it many times in training matches, so once his champion had reached level three, Lu Sicheng signaled Old K to come stay at bot. He was sure the other side’s jungler would for sure come to bot since Little Fatty had neither his exhaust or flash like a big fat sheep exposed to a hungry wolf. It didn’t make sense for the other side to not come for him……
Little Fatty: “I can feel the greedy looks from the other side. They’re sizing me up and down.”
Lu Sicheng: “It’s only normal. You were the one who tried to show off in their territory earlier after all.”
Little Fatty: “I was trying to trick Pope to use his flash to chase me, alright? Who knew that he wouldn’t take the bait.”
Tong Yao laughed while farming: “He’s not dumb. Besides, the only one who can trick Li Junhe in this world is Lu Sicheng.”
Little Fatty humphed and said: “Snob!”
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