You’re Beautiful When You Smile

Chapter 30 (4)

Lu Yue had made the full use of Azirs defensive abilities. Though his teammates at both top and bot had died several times in the hands of the enemy Jungler and his teams kill count was much lower than the enemys, their mid turret had yet to fall-- --Close to the 30 minute mark, their mid turret was still standing because of Lu Yue. The enemy couldnt push forward, couldnt gain control of jungle, couldnt kill dragon; the advantage that the enemy had earned from ganking in the early game was slowly slipping away

At the 35 minute mark, the match had entered the late game. Leblanc was gradually getting weaker because he hadnt been farming...During team fights, the team with a strong Azir was in a better position to win. Winning several team fights helped Lu Yues team go from an inferior position to equal standing, then gaining the upper hand-- --

In the end, they turned the match around and won.

This was probably the textbook tactic when playing as Azir against a Leblanc: keep Azir alive and stubbornly defend the mid turret so the enemys mid will be trapped at mid as well. Let the teammates at the other lanes farm as much as they can and then carry the team to victory later during the team fights.

They watched the enemy Nexus crumble. Tong Yao kept her silence.  Lu Yue remained quiet until the last second when the enemy Nexus exploded then he flatly said, Azir is fine for beating Leblanc, it just doesnt suit you-- --Everybody has some champions that theyre good at and some that dont suit them. You used a defensive champion to try and race for the most kills, youre just falling for his trap.

Tong Yao stood up, thought for a moment, and flipped her hair. You do know how to play game.

I was the substitute for Ming god before. Lu Yue smiled with his eyes narrowed. Whenever theres a need for a defense mid, they would put me on. Thats the reason why we were doing so well last year-- --

Whats the point.

Little Fatty, sitting nearby, abruptly interrupted Lu Yue.

Everyone was surprised and raised their heads to look at the chubby guy who was usually overly cheerful-- --What they saw on Little Fattys face was certainly not cheerfulness. It was the first time that Tong Yao had seen him like this

Little Fatty pushed his own keyboard away and stood up. He darted a glance at Lu Yue. Did it matter that we played so well last year? Did it matter that we got invited to play in the world finals because our team was at the top of the rankings? How dare you mention Ming god; have you forgotten whos the reason that he has to retire from injury this year-- --

It was dead quiet in the room.

Im still standing firmly in my opinion. Little Fatty turned to talk to the team manager, Its fine if he wants to be the substitute, thats up to the club to decide. But, I personally refuse to accept a teammate like that.

He turned to go back upstairs after he finished and slammed the door shut...hard enough that it sounded like the door was going to break into pieces. Lu Sicheng stood up, patted Lu Yues shoulder, and dropped one line, Ill go see whats going on. He followed Little Fatty upstairs

Old Cat and Old K seemed embarrassed by Little Fattys outburst. Old Cat murmured, It was in the past a long time ago, why bring it up now...Even Ming god hasnt said anything.

Lu Yue hadnt spoke a word up till now. He raised his head to look at Old Cat after he heard him. Dont say that. It was my fault.

Tong Yao: ? ? ? ? ?

Tong Yao was completely lost.

What was going on?