BVAHEDLA[W Chapter 14
by VolareLu Mo-chen’s live stream was shut down amidst the chaos.
Lu Mo-chen stared at the dark computer screen, as if realizing what he had just done. He lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at Chu Li-fei: “Sorry, Captain…”
“I just couldn’t stand them saying that about you…”
“…Next time I…”
“Sorry, it’s my fault…”
Lu Mo-chen was about to say something more, but Chu Li-fei spoke at the same time.
Lu Mo-chen looked up in surprise. Their eyes met, and a silent atmosphere spread around them. Chu Li-fei opened his mouth, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. In the end, he fell silent.
He glanced at Lu Mo-chen apologetically, then lowered his eyes, turned away, and left in a hurry, leaving only a “sorry.”
Lu Mo-chen watched his back, hesitating, but didn’t call him.
It seemed like nothing had happened between them, but everything felt different from before.
Time passed quickly. The next match was MU at home against KH, the team they had scrimmed with before. Their strength was similar to KUF from the first match.
Because it was a home game, MU could rest well to prepare for the match.
Unfortunately, Lu Mo-chen caught a cold due to the changing season. He felt better after taking medicine, but then he became drowsy and developed a low fever.
Lu Mo-chen took two pills before the match to feel like his usual self.
Many spectators came on the day of the match.
After all, MU’s previous match, although a loss, was honorable. They contributed a wonderful showdown with TY in the fifth game!
Before going on stage, Chu Li-fei looked at Lu Mo-chen’s back, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
In the first game, MU was on the blue side, with first ban and first pick.
The popularity of this match’s live stream was still high. Besides, there was the incident of Lu Mo-chen suddenly ending his stream a few days ago. Everyone wanted to know how they handled it afterward.
[So, does anyone know what happened in the end?]
[Feels like they argued.]
[Nah, if they argued, would they be standing so close?]
[Then it’s probably resolved.]
[Doesn’t seem like it. I feel like they haven’t communicated much today.]
After the ban/pick phase, Chu Li-fei returned to the rest area as usual.
He was a little worried about Lu Mo-chen’s condition.
The cameras on the field dutifully recorded the players’ conditions and placed them in the small corner of the screen.
It was the first time Chu Li-fei felt the screen in the rest area was a bit small. He couldn’t help but worry.
In the match, KH didn’t take Lu Mo-chen lightly, even though he was a newcomer, because of the previous scrims.
They reviewed the recordings of each of MU’s previous matches, trying to find his style and develop strategies to counter him.
As a result, Lu Mo-chen had a particularly hard time in this game.
The effect of the medicine was wearing off, and the impact of the low fever was getting worse. Lu Mo-chen only felt dizzy, and even his reactions seemed to be half a beat slower.
This led to many mistakes in the early stages of the game.
Even the commentators noticed that Lu Mo-chen seemed to be out of sorts today: “KH’s marksman is positioned too far forward, and the teammates can’t keep up! An opportunity! MU’s marksman The End is up, and Guan Dong Zhu is following! Can they kill him?”
“KH’s support pulled the marksman back, and the marksman escaped death! Alas, it’s a pity for MU. If the jungler had come up earlier, KH’s marksman would definitely be dead.”
[What is Guan Dong Zhu doing this game?]
[Woc, report him! KH’s marksman’s positioning was obviously a giveaway, and he still let him run away!]
[I could do better.]
Lu Mo-chen pursed his lips. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
However, the setbacks in the early stages of the game still led to the defeat of this round.
Chu Li-fei in the rest area watched with increasing anxiety. He didn’t know if it was right or wrong to let Lu Mo-chen compete while enduring his illness.
He had asked Lu Mo-chen what he thought before the match, but Lu Mo-chen’s answer to him was: he wanted to insist on finishing the match.
“It’s not time to lose yet. Why would I admit defeat first?”
Chu Li-fei remembered Lu Mo-chen saying that to him.
He looked like he hadn’t recovered from his illness, as if he would fall over with a gust of wind, but he still firmly told him that he wanted to play, his lips slightly pale but smiling so warmly.
From the team’s perspective, it was certainly a good thing that Lu Mo-chen insisted on playing.
But from a personal perspective, he didn’t want him to do that.
But this was Lu Mo-chen’s decision, so he would respect his idea.
In the second game, Lu Mo-chen’s condition seemed to be much better than in the previous game, at least he didn’t make any obvious mistakes.
However, Chu Li-fei could see that the low fever was still affecting Lu Mo-chen’s body.
In addition, KH’s strategy against Lu Mo-chen had to be admired as a good move.
Perhaps in this game, even fate was on KH’s side…
In the second game, after MU’s hard support, it ultimately ended in failure.
The current score is [MU 0:2 KH].
The barrage today was clearly focused on Lu Mo-chen.
[Guys, I’m going to submit my resume to MU. Do you think I’m doing the right thing?]
[u1s1, Guan Dong Zhu is really playing worse than the previous few games today.]
[Maybe he overperformed in the previous few games, and now that he’s being targeted, he’s back to his original form.]
[By the way, I feel like Guan Dong Zhu is sick. He doesn’t seem to be in good condition.]
[I don’t know, but I saw someone online saying that Guan Dong Zhu caught a cold a few days ago.]
[Don’t make excuses. If he can’t play, he should forfeit. No one is forcing him.]
In the rest area, Chu Li-fei handed Lu Mo-chen some cooled boiled water.
Lu Mo-chen took two more pills in a row.
Chu Li-fei frowned, disapproving of his behavior: “You’ll get into trouble if you take medicine like this.”
Lu Mo-chen took a sip of hot water from Chu Li-fei’s hand, his eyes dimmed for a moment: “Yeah, I won’t do it next time.”
Chu Li-fei only felt that since that day, a faint rift had been erected between the two, like a high wall across the road, impossible to cross.
His mind uncontrollably flashed back to some scenes from the past when he was still in the cultivation world.
Those scenes had long become blurred with the passage of thousands of years, but that bright red color was something he could never forget.
Thinking of the past made him feel uncomfortable, and Chu Li-fei’s voice trembled slightly.
After putting down the water cup, he stared at the swaying water surface in the cup and slowly opened his mouth: “Sorry, that day was my fault. I just don’t want…you to get hurt.”
Chu Li-fei turned his gaze to Lu Mo-chen, his eyes fluctuating, as if he was thinking of something through him.
“But I don’t want you to get hurt either.”
Lu Mo-chen’s weak but still firm voice reached Chu Li-fei’s ears.
Chu Li-fei wanted to say something more, but the mid-game break had ended, and the broadcast was also notifying the players to go on stage.
He looked at Lu Mo-chen’s back, his eyes complex, seeming a bit wet. After a moment, he followed Lu Mo-chen’s steps and went out with him.
The door was closed, and the cup of water on the table was still emitting heat, and a ripple spread in the cup.
Perhaps the medicine he had just taken had worked, Lu Mo-chen’s condition was much better than in the first half, and he directly fought back against KH’s targeting, even scoring a double kill!
[??? Did they change players?]
[Awakened, it’s hunting time!]
In this way, MU came from behind and tied the score again!
The current score is [MU 2:2 KH].
Like the previous game against KH, MU once again ushered in the third match point of this game!
Chu Li-fei looked at Lu Mo-chen’s face with some worry, which was slightly flushed due to his illness.
Sensing Chu Li-fei’s gaze, Lu Mo-chen looked at Chu Li-fei and shook his head, indicating that he didn’t need to worry.
Chu Li-fei sighed silently in his heart and began to do the ban/pick.
In this game, MU was on the blue side, so they had the first ban/pick.
Interestingly, both sides released Dreamweaver. Chu Li-fei directly locked it in.
Even the commentators were a little surprised, after all, Dreamweaver’s ban rate has always been very high, and it would not be an overstatement to say that they bought permanent property in the ban position.
KH then chose a marksman with multiple dashes and a tanky support.
Chu Li-fei locked in Gunner and Aphelios.
The game started quickly, and Chu Li-fei’s worries deepened.
Lu Mo-chen’s low fever seemed to be getting worse. During the ban/pick phase just now, he even had to lean on Chu Li-fei to rest for a while, and Chu Li-fei could clearly feel his abnormally high body temperature.
But the game continued, but Lu Mo-chen’s performance didn’t seem to be affected at all, but instead became more and more neat and tidy.
Aphelios in the game passed through the crowd, taking away lives one by one. Her appearance was a death dirge.
This time, no matter how KH targeted Lu Mo-chen, it was just a waste of effort!
Taking the dragon, killing people, invading the jungle, pushing the tower, Lu Mo-chen used only six minutes to tell everyone – he is the master of this canyon!
At this time, the in-game kill score has reached MU 5:1 KH.
And four of the kills came from Lu Mo-chen!
The audience was in an uproar.
[??? To those in front, does it hurt to get your face slapped?]
[Turns out he was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. KH is going home to cry.]
[There’s nothing to criticize this game. This game is really 6.]
[Sorry, I admit I was talking too loud just now.]
In 9 minutes, Lu Mo-chen opened the Tyrant. With the blessing of the Tyrant’s buff, MU wiped out KH, pushed all the way to the high ground, and directly clicked on the crystal before the next wave of soldiers came out.
They successfully won the game in less than 10 minutes!
Commentator: “Let us congratulate MU for winning three games in a row! Winning this game, and successfully winning this game tonight!”
“Let us congratulate MU Team!”
The whole stadium was chanting their names, crowning them for their victory.
Backstage.
Chu Li-fei had been waiting here early when Lu Mo-chen opened the Tyrant. At that moment, he already knew that MU would return with victory.
When Lu Mo-chen saw him, he raised a smile with some effort. He opened his mouth, but his throat felt dry and painful. Then everything in front of him spun, and he fell straight down.
Before losing consciousness, he felt himself falling into a warm embrace.
All the sounds from the outside world gradually turned into uncomfortable tinnitus, until… Chu Li-fei’s anxious shouts came from his ear.
“Lu Mo-chen!”