Sorry, Stuck Again [Esports] Chapter 41

Chapter 41

The person who walked in from the door was a young guy, just over 1.8 meters tall, with a straight posture and fair complexion. His appearance was very youthful, yet there was a hint of determination and courage between his brows. He walked forward confidently, slightly raising his chin, and calmly surveyed everyone below, exuding absolute confidence. It was hard to associate this relaxed demeanor with his age.

Ye Li's voice timely broke the silence: "Introduce yourself."

"Bian Yan, seventeen, marksman position."

Bian Yan introduced himself crisply, without an extra word, causing the atmosphere to become somewhat stagnant. Ye Li's eyes flickered, presumably because Bian Yan had overheard their conversation at the door, which made him so cold. He could only smile to ease the situation: "From now on, Bian Yan will be the assistant coach of the Youth Training Camp. You can call him 'Coach Bian.' I hope everyone can get along well in the next six months."

Upon hearing the latter part, Bian Yan subtly frowned and glanced at Ye Li, only to meet his flickering gaze. As expected, as soon as Ye Li finished speaking, the expressions of the youth trainees below, who were already emotional, became even more disdainful.

"Coach Bian? Pfft!"

"He's not even older than me, I'm not calling him that."

"Old Ye, stop joking with us, we're here to learn real skills."

Bian Yan let out a cold snort. So they were giving him a test?

Ye Li feigned surprise and apologized to Bian Yan: "Little Yan, this… it's our fault for not preparing the youth trainees in advance. Don't take it to heart, but your age is indeed too young to convince them."

Hearing Ye Li's concerns, the people below became even more raucous!

The guy in the blue hoodie who had been teasing Ye Li stood up directly, "I don't accept this, don't let some connections dirty our KP!"

"Yeah, Old Ye, don't give in!"

"Exactly, at worst, we'll all resist together!"

"Count me in, having a minor as our assistant coach, it's laughable!"

Bian Yan's voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it carried a strong sense of intimidation: "So what do you suggest?"

He was speaking to Ye Li. Ye Li wasn't foolish; he knew Bian Yan couldn't possibly think he was innocent, so he didn't pretend and just watched with a smile, not responding.

"Why are you being so aggressive?" The girl with braids, seeing Ye Li at a loss, spoke in an annoyed tone, "It's simple, you duel with us. If you win, we'll acknowledge you as the coach!"

"Bei Bei is right! Duel, let strength speak!" The others echoed.

Bian Yan had anticipated that it might be difficult to win them over, but he didn't expect this scene to come so quickly. Ye Li, standing by, also showed a satisfied expression, with a hint of exploration in his eyes.

Bian Yan understood and agreed readily: "Alright, who's up?"

Hearing this, the crowd below fell silent for a few seconds, then the voices of recommendations rose one after another.

"Yulong, go!"

"Go, Brother Long, put him in his place!"

Bian Yan took the opportunity to scan the room. There were twelve people in this KP Youth Training Camp, all seemingly young, and the leader appeared to be the one called "Yulong," who seemed to be the guy in the blue hoodie at the front. According to Ye Li's data, ten out of these twelve were marksmen, and Yulong should be the most skilled among them.

Sure enough, the guy in the blue hoodie stood up, straightened his back, and shouted, "I'll duel you, no hero restrictions, best of three!"

Bian Yan raised an eyebrow disdainfully. He wasn't afraid to duel anyone now, even if Pei Yun Chang came, he could hold his own.

"Troublesome." Bian Yan's voice was impatient, "One match to decide the winner, I'll let you pick three heroes."

"Oh? Such big talk, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"

Bian Yan's arrogant demeanor ignited Yulong's competitive spirit. Although he was just a youth trainee, he had climbed to the top fifty of the ladder rankings on his own, dominating the public matches with no opponents, and was the most promising to become a starter in the KP Youth Training Camp. Naturally, he couldn't stand being looked down upon by Bian Yan.

Bian Yan couldn't care less about his insignificant pride and went straight down to sit casually at a computer, waiting for the match to start. Yulong pursed his lips, angrily sat at his station, and booted up.

"Wait."

Bian Yan seemed to suddenly remember something and became interested, "Are you on the ladder rankings?"

"Of course!"

Yulong gritted his teeth, almost biting off the last two words.

"What rank?"

"Forty-eight!"

Yulong proudly raised his head. To his surprise, Bian Yan just suppressed a laugh and said "Oh," not at all intimidated by his ranking, but rather excited.

Yulong felt even more aggrieved, banging his mouse loudly. In a duel, you can ban three of the opponent's heroes. Bian Yan kept his promise and left the ban slots empty as he entered the game. To his surprise, Yulong also didn't ban any heroes.

During the hero selection phase, Yulong's mouse hovered over various strong marksmen for a long time before finally lighting up the hero box on the far right. Bei Bei saw the chosen hero and smirked, "Brother Long, your intentions are as clear as day~"

Yulong smugly snapped his fingers, "Watch this, it's the true teachings from Pei Da."

"Nonsense, it's more like Nova's true teachings~"

"Exactly, Pei Da admitted it himself during a live stream."

Bian Yan's lips curled with interest; he seemed to know what Yulong had chosen. As the countdown was about to end, Bian Yan didn't hesitate, dragging his mouse to the bottom and quickly making his selection.

Game loading screen—

Yulong chose Curse Star, while Bian Yan chose Flower God Bow.

"Imitating Dong Shi." Someone on the other side muttered.

"Does he really think he's Pei Da, haha~"

Bian Yan heard all their words, indifferently rubbing his fingers, a mischievous smile creeping up his lips. He remembered half a year ago when he first started youth training, Pei Yun Chang's Curse Star could beat him several times over, let alone now. Especially since this time, the opponent was just a half-baked imitator.

Entering the game, Bian Yan immediately positioned himself to give Yulong a full-body massage, while the opponent couldn't even touch his clothes. But this was just the beginning. In the next ten minutes, Bian Yan began his inhuman "torture" of the opponent…

One minute into the game, Yulong comforted himself, it's okay, wait until level four.

Three minutes into the game, Yulong comforted himself, it's okay, wait until the armor penetration is done.

Five minutes into the game, Yulong comforted himself, it's okay, we can drag it to the late game.

Seven minutes into the game, Yulong comforted himself, it's okay, as long as I clear the minion wave, it's a victory.

Ten minutes into the game, Yulong couldn't comfort himself anymore because he couldn't even leave the crystal.

Bian Yan wasn't in a hurry to destroy the tower, blocking in front of the crystal and crazily bullying. Every time Yulong showed his face, Bian Yan would serve him a full set, but he never killed him, leaving him with a sliver of health to go back, only to repeat the process once he healed.

After torturing him nearly ten times, Yulong finally couldn't take it anymore, roaring in frustration, "Just kill me already, give me a quick end!"

Bian Yan thoughtfully nodded, then walked into the opponent's defense tower, letting the tower's damage leave him with a sliver of health, and blocked in front of the opponent's fountain.

Letting him win?

Yulong felt utterly humiliated, gritting his teeth as he operated his hero out of the tower, determined to kill Bian Yan. But the economic gap between the two was too vast. In the chaos, his attacks on Bian Yan were negligible, while Bian Yan killed him with a single blow.

Yes, just one enhanced basic attack.

One shot shattered his esports dream.

Yulong had risen through the ranks by bullying weaker players, and even in KP, he was the strongest. He had never been beaten like this!

Three seconds later, amidst Yulong's painful wails, the sound of the crystal shattering echoed.

"Not everyone can play Curse Star well."

Bian Yan's relaxed voice rang out. He leaned back in his chair, waiting for Yulong's response.

"I… I don't accept this!" Yulong's face was flushed with anger.

Bian Yan arrogantly crossed his legs, eager to hear more.

Yulong stammered, "I didn't ban your hero just now, so… it doesn't count!"

Bian Yan scoffed disdainfully, knowing it wouldn't be so easy to convince them. Yulong was already eighteen, a year older than Bian Yan. He was embarrassed to blatantly cheat, but the shame of cheating was far less than losing the duel, so he didn't care anymore.

In the second match, Yulong swiftly banned Flower God Bow, Hunter, and Silver Moon, and picked Hunter himself.

"Come on! This is my main hero, if I lose, I'll acknowledge you!"

Yulong shouted to pump himself up, not realizing what a grave mistake he was making. Bian Yan looked at the familiar avatar in the hero pool and couldn't help but laugh.

It's not his fault for bullying; the opponent was asking for it.

"What are you laughing at!" Yulong cursed, lacking confidence.

"Our Brother Long is a ranked Hunter!"

"Don't be too arrogant, facing Hunter, it's not certain who will win!"

Ranked Hunter? Is it better than Flash's Hunter?

Even if it were Flash, he'd still crush him!

Bian Yan ignored their taunts and locked in Curse Star without any guilt. Thus, Yulong's nightmare began.

He attacked the red buff, only to have Bian Yan suddenly jump out of the grass and steal it, killing him in the process. He hid under the tower to clear minion waves, only to be shot through by Bian Yan, who weaved through the tower's damage, and performed a "purification to heal" in front of his corpse. He just left the fountain, only to be melted by Bian Yan blocking his doorstep, not even needing to use an enhanced basic attack.

By the end, the economic gap between the two was a staggering ten thousand, making it difficult for Yulong to even clear minion waves. He had never experienced Hunter feeling so weak in his hands, unable to even land a basic attack before being blown away by Bian Yan.

Perhaps it was Yulong's illusion, but he felt that this time, Bian Yan was even more terrifying than before!

The onlookers were also impressed by Bian Yan's detailed operations, having never seen such a satisfying bullying lesson, leaving them speechless and Yulong alone to suffer.

Until Yulong died for the eleventh time, Bian Yan noticed the pale face of the person opposite. He raised an eyebrow, controlling Curse Star to stand in front of the opponent's defense tower, motionless. It seemed he was going to give Yulong a kill.

Yulong, beaten to the point of breaking his spirit, also had his operations fall apart. He shakily approached and clicked a few times, but none of his attacks hit Curse Star.

"Master of human outline drawing."

Bian Yan accurately commented, then turned around and shattered the opponent's crystal.

As the sound of the crystal exploding echoed, Bian Yan timely returned to the base, filling the screen with effects.

"Want to keep going?"

Bian Yan calmly stood up, smiling as he asked Yulong. His seventeen-year-old face looked extremely harmless, and no one would associate it with the brutal behavior of bullying the fountain just now.

Yulong shook his head frantically, collapsing into his chair, finally ending this one-sided torment, even looking at Bian Yan with a hint of fear.

"Alright, let me ask differently."

Bian Yan propped one hand on the computer desk, scanning the room with a sense of pressure, and added with a smile, "Anyone else want to try?"

"Same rules, if I lose even once, I'll leave immediately."

He crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light.