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

Chapter 11: Let's set a small goal first: Become No. 1 in the Chinese server!

Boss Mo acted quickly. After confirming that Fu Shiyan wasn't trying to run away but had voluntarily taken on a coaching job for him, he immediately pulled him aside and signed a brand new contract.

Yes, a monthly salary of four thousand yuan.

The pay was meager, even appallingly low for Fu Shiyan's skill level.

However, for him who is now penniless, it's better than nothing—at least he can save up some money every month.

After meeting with the BJBS team members, we played solo matches with each other. Although each match didn't take long, by the time we finished signing the supplementary contract, it was already 2 a.m.

"Go and rest first, we can talk about it tomorrow!"

When Boss Mo saw that Fu Shiyan had just finished his "friendly (violent) exchange" with his teammates and was about to join the BJBS four-person team to start playing together, he immediately pulled him up.

Even if you're in a hurry, there's no rush—from inviting someone to join BJBS to signing the contract and then packing their bags to come, it all takes no more than half a day.

They don't even let people rest for a moment before starting training. Even a ruthless tyrant wouldn't arrange things this way.

Fu Shiyan did not refuse.

After dealing with a series of things today, although my 18-year-old body doesn't feel too tired, the mental exhaustion is real.

It's better to just go and rest.

The rest area that Boss Mo arranged for the team members was directly in the e-sports hotel room on the third floor of the "See You Again" internet cafe.

"Xiao Fu, you can stay in room 203."

Mo Ziye took out the key and opened the door himself, his tone so friendly it was almost sickening, "Xiao Zhou and the other three are living in rooms 201 and 202. There's a single room available now, so you can stay comfortably by yourself."

At this moment, Boss Mo's favoritism towards Comrade Xiao Fu was completely undisguised; he didn't even bother with polite formalities like saying, "This room was originally prepared for the head coach and the last player."

Simply put, you'll be staying in a single room by yourself.

"Then if you need anything, just ask Kobayashi."

Xiaolin is the receptionist that Boss Mo recently hired, and she also works part-time as a team leader for BJBS.

"Thank you, boss," Fu Shiyan said gratefully.

After Boss Mo turned and left, he closed the door, took out the clothes from his suitcase one by one, and looked around the clean and tidy single room—the bed was neatly made, the air conditioner was quietly blowing cool air, and outside the window were the scattered lights of Shanghai at two o'clock in the morning.

(This is what a standard room in an esports hotel looks like!)

"The conditions are really good."

He murmured to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The e-sports single room, which you can visit anytime, is not large, about 20 square meters, but it is compact, clean and tidy.

To the right of the entrance is a single bed, 1.5 meters wide, covered with pure white bedding, and next to the pillow is a small League of Legends-themed plush toy—probably a little thoughtful gift from Boss Mo.

On the bedside table sat a touch-sensitive lamp, next to two bottles of mineral water and a glass with the "See You Later" logo printed on it.

Opposite the bed is an L-shaped long table with a curved screen monitor on it. The computer case sits quietly under the table, complete with a keyboard, mouse, and mouse pad—all top-of-the-line gaming peripherals, definitely high-end for that era.

After all, an e-sports hotel is also a kind of storefront for an internet cafe.

There was also a small sticky note on the table with the Wi-Fi password and delivery phone number handwritten on it. The handwriting was neat and beautiful, probably the work of Xiao Lin, the receptionist and their BJBS team leader.

"Take a shower first."

After putting his luggage in the locker, Fu Shiyan simply took off his clothes.

The bathroom is on the left-hand side of the entrance, with a separate wet and dry area, and there is even a spare set of toiletries in the shower room.

……

Half an hour later.

After washing up, Fu Shiyan sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, tossing and turning but not feeling sleepy at all.

With the body built on the foundation of an eighteen-year-old, the mind is naturally like a high-speed server that can't stop.

In my past life, if I hadn't slept until 3 a.m., I would have been on the verge of sudden death long ago, but now I feel nothing at all.

He simply got up, stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, and walked to the window to stand.

Reaching out and pulling back the gauze curtain, the night view of Shanghai at dawn rushed in. In the distance, only a blurry little dot could be seen. The Oriental Pearl Tower had already turned off its landscape lights, and only the outlines of a few office buildings were still lit with scattered lights, like a few fireflies remaining on a canvas soaked in darkness.

On the deserted street below, only occasionally does a taxi slowly drive by, its taillights leaving a fleeting red trail.

As Fu Shiyan gazed at the city's night view, which was both strange and familiar, he couldn't help but feel emotional about the fantastical experiences he had had over the past month.

A former Grand Slam coach is transported to this parallel world and becomes an 18-year-old version of himself, facing a hellish start—no background, no resources, and having to carefully budget even for meals.

From earning a few dozen yuan per game by helping others play, to running errands with internet cafe managers while offering paid tutorials, and now joining an internet cafe esports team, signing two contracts, and moving into this decent single room... in a sense, I've finally managed to gain a foothold.

So what's next?

Unable to sleep, Fu Shiyan leaned against the window frame, crossed his arms, and began to seriously consider his next steps.

It's certain that joining a well-managed team with a strong desire to compete for the championship before the start of Season 6 remains my top priority.

Only by making a name for yourself in the esports world can you receive the corresponding treatment; and only when you have both fame and money can you have the resources to further realize that dream that has always been buried in your heart—instead of being stuck in an internet cafe to rank up like you were two weeks ago, unable to even afford a decent computer.

He glanced down at his faded sneakers and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

However, considering that the youth training system in this parallel world is not perfect, the selection mechanism for new talents is full of loopholes, and the management and supervision mechanism of the e-sports circle is almost non-existent.

Going directly to try out teams from the lower-middle or even lower leagues, given the previous team's disastrous experience, is clearly not a wise choice.

"So," he slowly exhaled, his gaze returning to the night outside the window, "I still need to play ranked games. Reaching the top of the national server, or even achieving the top spot on two servers, and once I've built up my reputation, it will be better to take the initiative, whether it's making money through live streaming or having club managers come knocking on my door to pursue a professional career."

In fact, in the two weeks since he climbed to the top of the rankings, quite a few teams have already contacted him through in-game friend requests.

There are also some teams from the secondary league that ranked lower in the LPL.

However, he politely declined them all.

The reason I accepted Boss Mo's invitation was because he agreed to a three-month short-term contract and was willing to provide free room and board as well as high-end equipment.

"Furthermore, we're going to follow the same path as the city championship competition."

"If we can win the championship and secure an LSPL spot for BJBS, even if the fame it brings isn't as significant as being number one in both the Chinese and Korean servers, the added bonus of leading the team to victory won't be too bad."

Thinking of this, Fu Shiyan pictured the faces of Zhu Dan, Wu Chen, Qian Leyou, and Li Rui—four people who had been tortured to the point of questioning their existence—and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Therefore, improving the competitive level of BJBS players and achieving outstanding results in the upcoming city championships must also be done simultaneously."

The night breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the slight chill unique to early autumn in Shanghai.

Fu Shiyan drew the curtains, turned around and returned to the bedside, finally feeling his eyelids grow heavy.