Sorry, Stuck Again [Esports] Chapter 44

Chapter 44

The moment Bian Yan heard Ye Li's words, his pupils contracted sharply, and a storm surged in his heart, unable to calm down for a long time. The unusual attention from KP during this period seemed to have an answer. This wasn't about hoping he could teach well at the Youth Training Camp; it was clearly a pledge of allegiance to the future marksman position! Judging by Wang Ge's evasive demeanor, he clearly knew about this too. When did they start planning this? Was it after that live stream when Wang Ge first mentioned it, or even earlier?

Bian Yan's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, which he began to sort out one by one. Ye Li truly lived up to his reputation as the old fox. One must admit, KP was playing a big game! KP's starting marksman position was in no way inferior to WIN's, which was exactly what he had always wanted. Bian Yan shamefully felt tempted.

"I'm not of age, I'm not allowed to play," Bian Yan suppressed his inner turmoil and asked calmly. This was an absolute reality; no matter how capable KP was, they couldn't make him come of age immediately. But Ye Li seemed to have anticipated this question, wearing a confident smile as if everything was under control.

"It's simple. Haven't you already come of age? There was just a mistake during registration back then, and it was recorded a year late," Ye Li said with a perfectly timed smile. "Just make a fake certificate for the officials to see, pull some strings, and with your popularity, the officials would be happy to comply."

Seeing Ye Li's confident demeanor, it was clear he genuinely wanted Bian Yan to play, not just making empty promises. Bian Yan felt a sudden pang of emotion, unable to speak for a long time. So… it was that simple. The anxiety and regret he felt over his age were resolved by Ye Li as easily as eating or drinking.

Ye Li sat calmly across from him, smiling as he added, "It's not a difficult matter; the key is whether someone is willing to do it for you."

"What about WIN? My presence would definitely threaten them. What if Pei Jing causes trouble?" Bian Yan looked up. "Besides, I've signed with WIN."

He stared at Ye Li, trying to analyze the truth from his micro-expressions. Unexpectedly, Ye Li leaned back slightly, spread his hands naturally, and laughed leisurely.

"You haven't, Bian Yan, you haven't signed."

How did he even know that?!

Bian Yan furrowed his brows, suppressing his shock. "But WIN wouldn't just let me go."

Wang Ge only knew that Ye Li's plan was for Bian Yan to be the starter, but he wasn't clear on the specifics, so he curiously looked at Ye Li.

"Bian Yan, do you really think Shen Chuan and Pei Jing are fools? How could they not foresee these things?" Ye Li's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Such a confidential matter as you not signing, how do you think I found out?"

Bian Yan's eyes went blank, momentarily stunned. There was only one reason: Shen Chuan and Pei Jing had long known KP's true purpose for inviting him, yet they still agreed, handing him over to KP.

"Why?"

Bian Yan took a deep breath, unable to understand. Giving Pei Yun Chang an enemy for no reason didn't align with Pei Jing's protective nature towards Pei Yun Chang, nor did it fit Shen Chuan's profit-driven personality.

"To be honest, at first, we intended to keep it hidden and just invite you over, but Shen Chuan guessed our intentions and naturally refused," Ye Li recalled. "But recently, they suddenly agreed."

Bian Yan felt something was off, but he couldn't figure out the cause and effect. It was too strange.

"But that's not the point. Now all obstacles are gone, isn't this exactly what we wanted to see? Your fate with KP is destined. You should have come over a year ago, but it's not too late now."

Ye Li's gaze was straightforward and firm, his words highly persuasive and convincing. Bian Yan remained silent, glancing at Ling Qi.

Ling Qi smiled gently, "Don't worry about me. As long as KP does well, it doesn't matter who takes the position. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here today."

Wang Ge played with his bracelet in a good mood, knowing that their old Ye had no problem negotiating. With Bian Yan, KP would be like a tiger with wings.

"Bian Yan, consider it. Our KP is no worse than WIN, maybe even better," Wang Ge's eyes sparkled with excitement. The team members also chimed in, showing no signs of exclusion, all sincerely for KP's good.

Under such great temptation, Bian Yan's firm attitude wavered a bit. Perhaps the friendship and the feeling of being needed at KP were what he truly longed for.

"I'll think about it."

Bian Yan replied, then turned and "escaped" from the meeting room, running all the way to his room. He closed the door, leaning his back against it, taking deep breaths. He feared that if he stayed a second longer, he would agree.

Bian Yan closed his eyes, his thoughts constantly pulling at him. On one side of the scale was his dream, on the other was Pei Yun Chang, and the two Bian Yans argued endlessly over it.

Just then, a video call suddenly rang.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Yun Chang's voice was unusually light, and at the edge of the screen, Lu Chang Kong and Pan Shi were squeezing in, trying to get into the frame.

"Little Yan Yan, did you miss me~"

"Bian Yan, let me tell you, I'm playing really well now. Come back, and let's have a practice match with Brother Pei. This time we'll definitely win!"

Seeing their familiar faces, Bian Yan felt a bit guilty.

"Why are you calling at this time?" Bian Yan changed the subject.

Pei Yun Chang raised the phone high, bypassing the two, and stood by the balcony. The sunlight cast a soft glow on his smile, making him look extremely handsome.

"I have good news for you."

"What good news?"

Pei Yun Chang's smile was radiant, spreading from his eyes to the corners of his mouth, his entire face exuding happiness. "The team gave us a break, two days. I… we're coming to Xing Lan to see you."

Bian Yan: !

Talk about perfect timing.

"Ah? Um…"

Bian Yan stammered, quickly organizing his thoughts, but couldn't find an excuse to stop them from coming.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy we're coming?"

Pei Yun Chang frowned slightly.

Bian Yan wished he could smack himself. Why did he have to lie? Pei Yun Chang thought he had signed with WIN and was waiting for him to return, not knowing he was almost part of KP.

"No! It's just…" Bian Yan almost bit his tongue. "You've been training for so long, you must be exhausted. Using your entire two-day break just to travel, and then you'd have to stay in a hotel."

Bian Yan explained weakly. He couldn't let them come. If Wang Ge accidentally let something slip, Pei Yun Chang would definitely be angry, and he'd be in big trouble.

Pei Yun Chang clearly sensed Bian Yan was hiding something, but he just stared at him quietly without speaking.

"Don't misunderstand, it's not that I don't want you to come!" Bian Yan finally understood what it meant to cover one lie with a thousand others.

"Let me tell you some good news! The Autumn Season is about to start, and staying here might leak KP's tactics, so I might come back early."

That was a legitimate reason.

Pei Yun Chang immediately believed it, his eyes lighting up with joy. "That's great, come back soon."

"So… are you still coming?" Bian Yan asked cautiously.

Pei Yun Chang thought for a moment. "No, we'll just rest for two days. Don't overwork yourself there, and let me know if you have any difficulties."

Seeing that he successfully dissuaded them, Bian Yan nodded quickly, exchanged a few pleasantries, and hung up the call.

Pei Yun Chang looked at the disconnected screen, his previously smiling face instantly covered with a frosty expression, his eyes turning cold and deep. His intuition told him Bian Yan was hiding something, but he had no way of knowing what.

He angrily punched the balcony.

Bian Yan wasn't feeling any better. He thought he could selfishly sign with KP and pretend nothing happened when they met on the field. But the resolve he had just built was shattered by a single phone call.

His career couldn't be without Pei Yun Chang.

Bian Yan leaned weakly against the door, clutching his hair in frustration, letting out a desperate sigh.

The lights in the training room flickered on and off with the footsteps of the youth trainees, and as time passed day by day, Bian Yan kept saying he was considering it but never gave a definite answer. Ye Li's patience was wearing thin.

Bian Yan could feel that the KP members were looking at him with varying degrees of dissatisfaction, but he still couldn't convince himself. Going back meant returning to that lonely state, but staying meant he couldn't get past his own conscience.

Bian Yan was being driven crazy by his emotions, often distracted during training.

"Yan Ge?"

Sama called him softly, "…Coach Bian? Coach Bian? Are you watching?"

In KP's Youth Training Camp, out of twelve people, ten were marksmen, and Sama was the only mid-laner, one of the few girls. Today, Ye Li was busy, and she had questions, so she had no choice but to ask Bian Yan for help.

"Coach Bian?" Sama called again.

"Hmm?" Bian Yan snapped back to reality, coughing awkwardly. "Sorry, what did you ask just now?"

Sama patiently demonstrated again. "I wanted to ask, when the enemy mage goes to the side lane to support, what should I do? Should I go after the marksman to exploit the information gap?"

Bian Yan watched for a few seconds and confidently said, "No, you won't catch them."

"Why?" Sama became excited.

"Look here." Bian Yan pointed at the screen with his finger. "Our marksman has an economic advantage and is already pressing deep. If I were the enemy marksman, seeing our mid-laner on the top lane and our jungler in the red zone, I'd definitely go farm our small jungle, not show up."

"Then what should I do?"

This involved professional lane knowledge. Bian Yan thought for a moment and gave his answer: "Hide in the bush. Either harass the returning enemy mage or secure the next wave of lane control. As long as you can prevent the enemy from supporting, it's equivalent to you supporting."

Sama processed his words and exclaimed excitedly, "Yeah! Coach Bian, you're amazing."

Bian Yan waved it off nonchalantly. "It's nothing. I often get caught by mid-laners when playing marksman, so I understand what marksmen are thinking."

"No, I wasn't talking about that."

Sama's voice was sweet. "Your analysis of the mid-lane strategy was spot on too, Coach Bian. You really have a talent. Even if you played mid-lane, you'd be a legend!"

Bian Yan's heart was suddenly struck by something, and he eagerly urged, "You… say more!"

Sama was a bit confused by Bian Yan's sudden enthusiasm but continued earnestly, "You're so good at playing marksman, you know exactly what to do at every stage. And isn't the mid-lane about cutting down marksmen? If you played mid-lane, you'd be a marksman killer!"

Bian Yan's heart started racing, and after a brief moment of blankness, a crazy idea took root in his mind, growing wildly!