Chapter 24: Don't Do This, Brother!

Wu Bin was furious.

Without his consent, Song Bing had committed their entire dormitory to this "father-son" wager. Even as the dorm leader, that was crossing the line! If he had returned any later, would he have inexplicably ended up with four "daddy" figures? Wu Bin felt his blood pressure spiking.

And to top it off, Song Bing was only a Bronze-ranked player! Where did he get the audacity to accept such a high-stakes challenge?

Song Bing looked awkward. "Don't be mad, Wu. Don't let the Bronze rank fool you; I'm not your average Bronze."

"I'm the king of Bronze..."

Wu Bin rolled his eyes. "That still makes you Bronze!"

Seeing the two still bickering, Xue Gui shouted, "Can you two stop chatting? Get into the game! I can't hold out much longer!"

Realizing this was the deciding match, Wu Bin couldn't be bothered to argue further. He sat down at the computer and took over for Song Bing.

The opposing marksman was already gloating, typing in the public chat: "Weren't you guys acting tough earlier? Why so quiet now?"

Song Bing was incensed. "Wu, that Varus is Zhao Hao. He's mocking you. Aren't you going to mock him back?"

"Shut up!"

Wu Bin didn't care about Zhao Hao; they were currently at a major disadvantage. Fortunately, the game had only just begun, and they were still in the laning phase; they hadn't completely collapsed yet.

Wu Bin was playing Ezreal. As soon as he reached the lane, the enemy Hecarim appeared. It was clear to Wu Bin that the opponents were targeting Song Bing—perhaps because he had the biggest mouth earlier—and they wanted to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately for them, the summoner was no longer Song Bing, but Wu Bin.

The moment Hecarim charged, Wu Bin used a dash to dodge. He didn't avoid all the damage, but he created enough distance to prevent Hecarim from slowing him down. Hecarim tried to pursue, but Wu Bin kited him expertly. By the time Hecarim realized his health was too low and tried to retreat, it was too late.

"Want to leave? Did I give you permission?"

Wu Bin charged in, securing Hecarim’s one-thousand-gold bounty. The dormitory erupted in cheers.

"Wu, you're a god!"
"Ah, is this what playing with Wu feels like? Awesome!"
"Steady, brothers, we’re turning this around!"

Before anyone could recover from the excitement, Wu Bin fired his ultimate ability. Everyone was stunned.

What was that? A victory celebration?

Five seconds later, the top-lane Darius, who had been recalling with low health, was sniped. Another six hundred gold in the bank!

Gasps echoed through the room. Even the viewers in the livestream were floored.

"Darius was recalling in the fog of war; how did he know?"
"He must have predicted it from the mini-map."
"He can predict that while kiting Hecarim? Is this the legendary multitasking? Too insane!"

Wu Bin’s play didn't just shock the viewers; it terrified the opposing dorm.

"What's going on? Are they hacking?" The opposing top laner and jungler were completely bewildered.

Before they could collect themselves, they saw Wu Bin chasing Zhao Hao like a rabid dog. Zhao Hao was supposed to be the marksman with the massive lead! Soon, Zhao Hao’s screen turned grayscale. His face darkened.

"Song Bing couldn't possibly have this level of skill. Did they hire a professional to play for them?"

A lackey ran in from outside. "Brother Hao, I checked. That frail college student is back in the dorm, and he's playing for Song Bing."

Hearing this, Zhao Hao’s anger reached its peak. The guy he looked down on most—the weakling, the disgrace of the freshman class—had just solo-killed him?

The top laner suggested, "Brother Hao, why don't we quit and accuse them of hiring a ringer?"

Zhao Hao slapped him on the head. "Are you an idiot? Wu Bin lives in their dorm! How is that hiring a ringer?" He barked, "Get it together and play! If we don't win today, none of you are coming with me to pick up girls ever again!"

Knowing Zhao Hao was serious, the others didn't dare slack off and played at their absolute best. However, they had underestimated Wu Bin. He played with extreme caution and uncanny game sense. They would often walk along, only to be struck by a skill shot from an impossible angle.

In less than ten minutes, the tide had completely turned. Under Wu Bin's leadership, Xue Gui and the others surged forward and secured the victory!

"It must be a fluke. That kid's Ezreal is probably his only good champion. Ban it next time," Zhao Hao muttered.

In the second game, Zhao Hao and his team focused on shutting down Wu Bin, but against absolute skill, it was useless. In less than half an hour, they lost the second match as well.

The viewers in the livestream laughed hysterically. "I never expected that despite being a 'frail student,' Wu Bin is a top-tier player!" "Sweating now, little brother?" "A second of sympathy for the neighboring dorm—congrats on your four new daddies." "Evidence that in games, everyone is equal. Forget being a rich kid; League is about skill." "If you suck, practice more."

In the neighboring dorm, the atmosphere was suffocating. "Brother Hao... should we just pull the internet plug?" After two rounds, they finally realized Wu Bin was a master. They couldn't win on skill alone.

Just as they hesitated to accept the third game invitation, Wu Bin sent a private message: "Is that it?"

Those three words were enough to make Zhao Hao lose his mind. "Damn it, get him! Don't worry, we'll win this one for sure."

The others didn't know where Zhao Hao’s confidence came from, but since he insisted, they started the third game.

As soon as the game began, the top and mid laners ignored commands and rushed into an early-game team fight, both dying instantly. Song Bing and Xue Gui cursed loudly.

Wu Bin frowned. "Something's not right. Are they throwing the game on purpose?"

His suspicion was quickly confirmed. During the laning phase, their performance plummeted as they were solo-killed repeatedly. Wu Bin realized Zhao Hao must have bribed them. Since their dorm only had four people and Wu Bin had been hospitalized, they had to hire two outside helpers. No wonder Zhao Hao was so confident—he had an inside track!

Wu Bin spoke into the team voice chat: "Even if you're trying to sabotage me, don't make it too obvious. I'm livestreaming this entire thing."

Hearing this, the two finally reined it in. But even so, it was effectively three against seven. How could they win? The thought of losing made Wu Bin irritable.

Just then, he felt his head swell with a sudden, dizzying wave of pain. Wu Bin’s heart skipped a beat. *Damn it, don't tell me I'm having an episode now! Not now, please!*