Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

Xiao Bai, who had been in hiding, couldn’t withstand the betrayal of a teammate.

Ji Xian did not continue on this topic, instead, he eyed Yun Yue up and down, noting her complexion was still a bit pale, but otherwise, he detected nothing amiss.

He didn’t ask any further questions, knowing full well that probing wouldn’t yield much.

"Where’s mom and Aunt Xiang?" Yun Yue glanced around, her gaze suddenly fixing on two camouflaged figures.

She saw the two wielding megaphones and assault rifles, shouting commands at the rookies in the mud like maniacs.

She exchanged a look with Mo Fan, no wonder these two were so clingy, as if they had forgotten her these past days, they were clearly having a blast here.

Yun Yue walked over with resignation as the two seemed not to notice her arrival, still fervently yelling instructions.

"Are you rookies too starved to sing? You sound so lackluster! Everyone sing with me: I am a little rookie, yi ya yi ya yo~"

"Giggle, let’s see who isn’t singing loudly, you’ll get a hundred extra push-ups!"

"Help! I’m going to be killed by these two women!"

"Bro, hang in there. Even Captain Zhou Bing can’t handle them; they’re just here for a short stay, about to leave soon."

"It’s been half a month now, why hasn’t the boss come to take them away yet!"

"Who knows!"

Everyone ground their teeth in agony, crying out in distress.

Yun Yue hadn’t expected that they’d taken to it so naturally, training rookies with such gusto.

"Ahem, ahem." Yun Yue coughed twice from behind them.

The two turned around as soon as they heard the cough, and upon seeing her, they both screamed, prompting Yun Yue to immediately cover her ears.

Upon seeing her, Ji Wen Jun immediately dropped the megaphone, sticking out her tongue, "Heehee, sorry Yue Yue, I got too carried away! Come give me a hug!"

"And me, and me," Lin Xiang stretched out her hands.

Yun Yue opened her arms with resignation and hugged them both.

"Have you two managed not to cause any trouble during this time?"

"Nope, we’ve been good, haven’t stepped foot outside the training camp. You don’t believe us? Ask them, little rookies, is that not true?" Ji Wen Jun turned around.

Little rookies: "..."

They all lay on the ground, looking up with wide eyes at the girl in front of them with a cap.

The girl’s gaze was haughty and cold, her demeanor carefree with a touch of nonchalance.

Could this be the Other Shore Flower?!

Yun Yue chuckled lightly and didn’t say much else, "Let’s go, taking you two home."

"Yay, we can finally go home!" The two jumped up in joy.

After packing up their bags, the group headed to Beijing in the evening.

She had previously promised to treat them to a good meal, so took this opportunity to take them out.

**

The KPL competition was quickly approaching.

These days, Yun Yue had been staying at the YYD club, training alongside them. Although Ruan Yingtong couldn’t participate in the competition, she had been there as a coach, relentlessly training with them.

"Not bad, not bad, quite talented—you’ve mastered my solo top teachings in such a short time!" Ruan Yingtong patted Bi Luo’s shoulder with a face full of gratification.

Bi Luo, feeling a bit embarrassed, scratched his head, "It’s all thanks to Sister Ying Tong’s teachings."

He had never imagined that the YYD solo top beauty would become the entertainment industry’s superstar!

He absolutely loved the TV shows she starred in!

The feeling of being a dual idol is simply too exhilarating!

"I’m not one to praise others lightly, but your talent is indeed very good, Mo Fan’s really picked up a gem."

The coach clapped his hands and walked over, "Everyone, come here for a moment, there are only three days left until the KPL tournament. We’ve scheduled a friendly match with a few other teams at three o’clock this afternoon; everyone get ready."

"How’s your preparation, Y?"

Yun Yue was the most worried. She hadn’t played professionally for so long, and although she had been training for some time, the game was all about coordination. With a new team member, she feared some unexpected issues might arise during a real match.

It just so happened that the other teams also wanted to test their strength, so they could use this opportunity to discover their own shortcomings.

Yun Yue leaned back in her gaming chair and spoke up with ease, "No problem."

The coach was somewhat at a loss for words but remained as arrogant as ever.

"What about Bi Luo and Lan Ying?"

Yun Yue’s playstyle was aggressive and fast-paced; he feared that they might not be able to keep up with her rhythm.

Both of them spoke up in unison, "We don’t have any problems either."

"Alright, it’s time for lunch now. Have a meal and take a break, then let’s meet up at two-thirty."

A group of people sat around the dining table and began discussing.

"Y God, do you have any suggestions?"

Everyone looked at Yun Yue, who took her time swallowing her food and spoke casually, "Don’t take the practice match too seriously. It’s best to hide our true strength and only show sixty to seventy percent. Then during the match, we’ll do this..."

Yun Yue shared her plan with them.

Huo Baoming nodded in agreement, "The captain is right; they must have thoroughly studied our playstyle. If we play the same way as we usually do, we’ll definitely be suppressed, especially the captain..."

Ever since Y God retired, all the videos of his games and his techniques had been thoroughly analyzed by the teams, even put into practice by them, which was actually quite disadvantageous for them.

Lu Cheng spoke up with some concern, "Moreover, we have two new members, and the time for integration has been too short; our coordination may not be perfect."

"People planning to beat me with my own playstyle are delusional. Only I know it best," Yun Yue said confidently.

Her playstyle demanded high technical skill and high difficulty in operation, requiring her teammates to sync up with her. She had reviewed the data of all the competing teams, and so far, only one team met these conditions.

However, her old playstyle was indeed not quite suitable for the current competition.

"Yueyue is right; no one who wants to defeat her is here yet," Ruan Yingtong propped her chin and looked at her with admiration.

"That’s right; the captain is fantastic. Come on, let’s have one," Lu Cheng lifted up his bottle of Coke.

"Then here’s to our victorious start!"

"And let me pre-emptively congratulate us on becoming KPL champions!"

...

Yun Yue’s lips curved up slightly as she raised her glass to clink with theirs, as if she were back in the old days.

Years ago, when YYD was first established, they were all young lads filled with dreams of eSports. At that time, their happiest moments after daily training were to grab skewers and drinks at a roadside stand, dreaming of championships.

With talent and effort, they reached a point where they were winning trophies too many to hold, showing their strength and silencing all those who doubted them.

From a grassroots team to the renowned YYD eSports club of today, their efforts were indispensable.

After eating, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Yun Yue stayed in the training room, repeatedly watching the participating teams’ match videos, and Ruan Yingtong kept her company.

"Yueyue, you don’t really need to put so much pressure on yourself..."

Ruan Yingtong felt she was still under psychological stress. After all, Y was once an almost god-like presence.

If she performed poorly, it would certainly invite mockery and even cursing from many.