Chapter Twelve: Don’t Come Chasing After Me Again

“Why are you acting like that? Who’s acting?” Uzi muttered defiantly, intending to let things drop, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

The chat was full of Bronze and Silver players telling him how to play.

“Don’t watch my stream, man. Seriously, just stop watching,” Uzi snapped, unable to hold back.

“Just tell me, with our bottom lane comp, if I’m the AD carry and I don’t go up to trade hits, then who’s supposed to? Stand back and let the enemy open on us, or let Tahm Kench start the fight?”

“Man, just ban that guy for a year, give him a year-long chat restriction. People like that aren’t worth talking to.”

[Lol, he’s already tilted.]
[The enemy jungler said he’d try a level two gank bottom, and sure enough, it landed.]
[Level one already getting heated? If the enemy jungler hadn’t come, Uzi probably would’ve died under the tower by level two.]
[Haters shut up, it’s clearly the enemy jungler being sneaky, circling around for a red buff gank.]
[Uzi’s still fierce; he crushed the enemy in lane right from level one.]
[Yeah, the enemy lost a few minions and got wrecked; Uzi fearlessly gave up first blood but didn’t die—insane GSL.]

Once back online, Uzi immediately turned off the chat, trying to calm his fiery temper.

Even after getting caught once, he was still relentlessly pressuring Varus.

Using his skilled kiting and poke, he kept the enemy duo constantly harassed and exhausted.

Just as he hit level three, Tahm Kench’s positioning faltered, and a skirmish was about to erupt.

The Dawnbringer standing firm against the minion wave and pointing fingers was undoubtedly a mistake.

Uzi unleashed a few bursts of damage and left her nearly dead, chasing her under the tower. Still, a slight misstep let the enemy support escape with low health, hiding in a corner to recall.

Varus, alone, cowered nervously in front of the tower.

No kill secured, Uzi felt a twinge of disappointment.

But looking at his stats, already level three, he had landed over ten hits on Varus and couldn’t help but feel proud.

“With no jungler, the enemy’s nothing. Who do they think they’re fighting?” he muttered.

Just as he was basking in his pride, Varus suddenly lost his senses and boldly stepped forward to trade hits with him.

Uzi frowned, thinking, “Don’t get greedy.”

Sure enough, without even needing to glance, the familiar massive figure of the “Dead Pig” appeared once again from the river’s center.

In the EDG training room,

Having just cleared the river crab camp and reached level four, Lin Ruo glanced over the bottom lane situation.

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Uzi had already pushed to the tower; how could Lin Ruo not respond?

After the enemy’s level two bottom lane appearance, their jungler, Excavator, chose to swap jungle areas to reduce losses.

Naturally, Lin Ruo saw no reason to retreat to the top side for a contest.

With lane pressure in mid, he boldly invaded and wiped out the red side’s bottom jungle.

On the way back, he also grabbed the river crab, accumulating enough gold to return and buy the Emberknife jungle item.

But he hadn’t gone back yet when another pleasant surprise arose.

Uzi once again pushed to the tower; when else to strike if not now?

Lin Ruo made a second visit to the bottom lane, and Tahm Kench, half health and seeing the situation grim, retreated quickly.

Uzi, entangled by Varus and blocked by the “Dead Pig” who cut off his escape, could only bitterly give up a kill.

“Seriously, what right does Uzi have?” Lin Ruo exclaimed in confusion. “Anyone would know I’m counter-jungling their bottom side, so how can he push this hard?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Uzi isn’t good—I’m talking about Tahm Kench. He didn’t even ward the river brush.”

“What? So Tahm Kench put the ward in the river brush at level one to help Uzi poke the enemy? Then it’s fine.”

Lin Ruo sighed, feeling it was unfair to defend his idol and shifted blame: “It’s the fault of our bottom lane duo being too weak—they didn’t put any pressure on Uzi, so he pushed freely to the tower.”

“Uzi wanted to play safe and farm, but his strength didn’t allow it.”

[So the real question is, if Uzi had wards, why didn’t he place them?]

[Don’t hate on him. It’s not that Uzi didn’t want to ward; the enemy bottom lane was so bad he was busy poking them, no time to ward.]

[Got it. Recommend that GSL wreck the enemy bottom lane.]

[Varus: Sorry I couldn’t satisfy Lord Uzi.]

[The caster’s starting to sound like a real hater.]

“On my honor, I’m a true Uzi fan. Stop slandering,” Lin Ruo argued, seeing the chat trying to drag him into the drama.

“I swear on my parents’ graves, if I ever say a bad word about Uzi, may I meet a terrible end.”

His parents had long since passed away.

Even if they were alive, what connection would they have with him, a time traveler?

That statement changed the chat’s atmosphere instantly.

GSL was about to launch a verbal attack, thinking Lin Ruo was being sarcastic toward Uzi, but suddenly they had no ground to flame him.

He swore on his parents’ graves—he really couldn’t be insulted.

“Is Uzi really that easy to gank?” the little fan behind Lin Ruo pondered.

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Since returning from the bathroom break, he hadn’t played another round, just watching Lin Ruo for fun.

But Lin Ruo proved him wrong, casually securing kills with every gank, the bottom lane was an easy target.

“Why have I never encountered such an easy-to-gank bottom lane?”

The little fan murmured, sitting back down, thinking about the viability of a level two gank bottom.

I can play like this too.

…

“This jungler is basically living bottom lane, and Tahm Kench, running away at half health? What’s he afraid of in a 2v2?”

In the RNG training room, Uzi slammed his keyboard hard, furious.

Two ganks already—that was bad enough—but then the enemy kept counter-ganking bottom after every recall.

Did they think he was an ATM?

Though he avoided getting caught this time, what frustrated him most was not killing the low-health Dawnbringer last time—he felt cheated.

Xiao Hu, fresh from vacation, strolled in leisurely, but seeing Uzi raging like a god, he cautiously took a detour and left the room.

Timid Shi Senming sat nearby, trying to soothe him, “Don’t take it to heart. Lin Ruo’s like that—he goes after whoever’s strong.”

Hearing that, Uzi’s mood eased a bit.

That was right; after all, he was just too strong. If the enemy jungler didn’t focus bottom, he could crush the lane in five minutes.

“Look, Lin Ruo just sent a message.”

Shi Senming cheerfully handed over his phone; Lin Ruo did send a message asking him to explain.

“Xiao Ming, please tell my idol this—he’s just too strong. If he doesn’t gank bottom this round, we can’t win. It’s purely out of necessity, not personal targeting.”

Reading it, Uzi’s anger subsided greatly.

He forced a smile and replied, “Just kidding, how could I be mad? I’d say he’s targeting me well—otherwise, I’d have taken off early and killed them all.”

“Tell him to watch out; I won’t give him any chances later.”

“All right, I’ll tell him.”

Shi Senming took back the phone and quickly replied, “Don’t gank bottom anymore, man—you won’t survive.”