Chapter 20: He couldn't possibly have some other filthy thing in his top lane, could he?

Victory.

To the members of EDG, these two words felt as surreal as a dream.

Similarly, RNG had never imagined they would lose this game, let alone lose so utterly.

After the match ended, the two teams returned to their respective team rooms.

As soon as Su Mo followed his teammates back into the lounge, Coach Abu, who was waiting at the door, immediately came forward: "Great job, everyone. You played a fantastic game."

Having said that, he stepped forward and grabbed Su Mo's hand, squeezing it tightly: "Xiao Mo, well played! You really brought honor to EDG!"

Abu's overwhelming enthusiasm left Su Mo momentarily speechless.

Before Su Mo could respond, Abu asked, "When on earth did you practice that Dr. Mundo? I've never seen you play him before!"

"Uh..." The question stumped Su Mo, so he could only make something up: "Actually, I used to be a Dr. Mundo specialist a long time ago, I just haven't played him since..."

"Is that so?" Abu nodded, not thinking much of it. "To be that good after not playing for so long, you're truly something."

With that, the group walked into the lounge.

Guang also quickly crowded over, giving a thumbs up: "Xiao Mo... no, Brother Mo, you're freaking awesome!"

Other staff members also stepped forward to offer their praise.

To be honest, Su Mo was a bit unaccustomed to this kind of scene.

Everyone was so excited that anyone who didn't know better would think EDG had already eliminated RNG...

After the celebration, Abu turned serious and said, "Although we achieved victory in the last game under Su Mo's leadership, I believe you all know that this was largely due to Letme underestimating us."

Abu paused and looked at Su Mo. "Xiao Mo, what do you think?"

Su Mo nodded; Abu's analysis was not without merit.

If Letme hadn't started the game with a Doran's Blade, crushing him wouldn't have been so easy.

"Therefore," Abu scanned the room, "I think it would be better to let Guang play the next game. After all, RNG won't give us another chance like they did last time."

Hearing this, Guang, who had been watching the commotion, hurriedly ducked his head: "Coach, I can't. My head still hurts. I really can't do it."

Abu turned to look at Guang: "Your head hurts? Your head hurts my ass! You were just jumping and dancing around a moment ago; how could I not see that your head hurts?"

"I was just too excited," Guang replied pitifully. "Coach, I'm really not lying to you. My head and stomach both hurt right now. If you make me play, I really can't."

As he finished speaking, Guang directly clutched his stomach and crouched on the floor, twisting in pain to begin his performance.

It was a joke; if he actually listened to Abu and played, winning would be expected, but if they lost, Guang couldn't even imagine how miserable his end would be.

After all, as a newcomer making his debut, Su Mo had made Letme question his life and led the team to an easy victory.

Under these circumstances, there was no benefit for him to play, regardless of whether they won or lost.

He might as well stick to playing sick.

Seeing Guang's behavior, Abu's brow furrowed slightly.

He sighed softly and looked at Su Mo again: "Xiao Mo, do you dare to continue?"

Su Mo smiled: "I'll listen to Brother Abu."

Abu's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to himself, *How did I become his 'Brother Abu'...*

"In that case, you'll play the next game. But you can't be as willful with your champion picks as before, because RNG won't underestimate you a second time," Abu instructed. "It's best if you play a tank top laner to coordinate with the team for teamfights; it's more stable. Also, let's show some mercy—don't go around taking disciples so easily in the next game, or you'll get flamed by netizens."

"Alright, I'll see when the time comes," Su Mo nodded casually.

Playing a tank was out of the question. He wanted to torment people; playing a tank only meant being tormented by others.

Abu's eyelid also twitched, a sense of foreboding lingering in his heart.

Su Mo's luck accounted for half of his success in the last game, but the Goddess of Luck doesn't favor everyone every time.

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the RNG lounge, Coach Feng was also giving a targeted speech.

"Everyone, pull yourselves together. Losing one game is nothing; we just need to win it back."

Although the RNG players' performance in the last game was terrible, especially Letme's, Feng did not criticize them because he knew they needed encouragement right now.

"Sorry, the last game was my fault," Letme apologized proactively.

"It's fine," Feng said, patting him on the shoulder to comfort him. "It wasn't entirely your fault. After all, no one expected Mo's Sion to be played so masterfully. EDG must have put a lot of work into him."

After a moment of thought, Feng continued, "If EDG lets him play again next game, we'll save a ban for him."

Letme immediately became unhappy: "No need, Coach. I was too careless last game. If he dares to pick Sion again this game, I will definitely..."

"Listen to me," Feng interrupted Letme directly. "I've done some research on Mo. He usually plays conventional tank top laners. As long as he isn't allowed to play something weird like Sion, he poses no threat to you. In fact, with your skill, you can easily suppress him."

Letme nodded slightly in tacit agreement.

However, Xiaohu suddenly interjected: "What if he has other weird top laners?"

Feng smiled gently: "You know how much time it takes to master a single champion to the extreme. The fact that he mastered Sion is already quite impressive; how could he have other 'dirty' picks?"

"True," Xiaohu agreed with a nod.

...

Su Mo had effectively become the topic of conversation for RNG.

At the same time, he was also the topic of conversation for Team WE.

...

As the team with the highest points, WE had already secured a spot in the finals.

Their opponent would be the winner of today's match between RNG and EDG, so WE was paying closer attention to this game than anyone.

In the WE training room, WE coach Redmi sat in front of a computer.

Beside him were WE mid-laner XiaYe, top laner 957, and others.

On the screen was the LPL official broadcast, playing a highlight reel of the Sion play from the previous game.

"Who do you think will be the ultimate winner today?"

Redmi asked in Mandarin with a heavy accent.

"RNG, probably," XiaYe blurted out.

"Why?" Redmi turned to look at XiaYe with interest.

XiaYe thought for a moment: "I've encountered this guy Mo many times in ranked. I admit his performance last game was excellent, but it was clearly effective because it was unexpected. RNG aren't fools; they won't repeat the same mistake. If they play normally, Mo's skill level is actually inferior to Letme's—there's actually a significant gap."

Redmi nodded: "Go on."

"Most importantly, RNG's bot lane is much stronger than EDG's. No matter how you look at it, EDG doesn't seem to have a chance of winning the final game."

After saying this, XiaYe looked at Redmi.

Redmi smiled: "Not bad, a good analysis. It aligns perfectly with my thoughts. It looks like our final opponent will most likely be RNG. Sigh, I actually wish EDG could win; after all, the pressure EDG puts on us is much smaller than RNG's."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something and added, "And that Mo guy—his performance last game earned him a lot of praise. If he gets crushed by Letme in the next game, I wonder if his mental state will explode."

(End of Chapter)