"So many people died all at once—there have to be two wolves grouping up. We definitely need to vote someone out…"
Xiao Gou couldn't focus anymore. Killing Lin Fan this time dealt him a massive mental blow.
TL: Xiao Zao, Xiao Gou... I'm going to beat up ChatGPT.
During the several-minute meeting discussion, he didn't hear a single word.
"Fan-ge… ah Fan-ge… AHHH Fan-ge!"
The viewers in the livestream cracked up on the spot.
This was maximum entertainment value.
The two fanbases even started interacting.
Viewers from Lin Fan's stream ran over to Xiao Gou's stream to spam "hahahaha."
Of course, Lin Fan's stream was full of "hahahaha" too.
"I'm laughing so hard I feel nauseous. Xiao Gou was way too ridiculous this time."
"Just came back from Mastuo's stream—he's been muttering nonstop. Feels like he's mentally glitched."
The reason was simple: Lin Fan had just confirmed identities with him, then went to privately confirm with Xiao Gou—and during the meeting, both of them died.
In that situation, it was hard to say whether General Yu was good or not.
It was possible Xiao Zao was the Mimic, and after Brother Infinite Borders got outed, he chose to trade one-for-one…
That was the most likely scenario. If so, General Yu should be a wolf.
Mastuo muttered it over and over on stream before deciding that this was the most probable explanation.
He really couldn't think of any other way two wolves would die instantly.
Unless both Justice Assassin and Sheriff caught them and killed them on the spot.
But that possibility was basically zero.
Lin Fan, thinking from their perspective, came to the same conclusion immediately.
"We're done, Xiao Zao. Gangzi knows I'm a wolf. In this situation, if I was walking with you, won't he assume you're also a wolf?"
"He won't…" Xiao Zao was a bit slow, but he wasn't stupid. The moment Lin Fan said that, he understood.
Next, Gangzi would treat General Yu as the third wolf.
If he went to check him, he'd basically force him to blow up on the spot…
"Ah—K-God, don't go find General Yu!"
Watching the dark-skinned Kun Kun on the monitor keep closing in on General Yu, Xiao Gou shouted like crazy on stream.
"Stop yelling, stop yelling—you're going to deafen everyone. This is fine too. Ending faster is better. Once the wolves are gone, it's the Falcon's showtime. Though I don't know if Kun'er Mosi dares to kill—Sheriff is still alive, and we don't even know if Justice Assassin has drawn a knife yet."
"This one is totally my fault… I shouldn't have played it like that. I got too excited trying to stab someone."
"Understandable, understandable. You're a coward wolf—you've never killed anyone."
"…"
Then Mastuo met General Yu face-to-face and instantly exposed his wolf identity.
"You go up, I go down."
"Okay!" Mastuo (Gangzi, K-God) didn't suspect anything and went upward, while General Yu (Icon) went downward.
When he saw the crowd, General Yu (Icon) tore his throat yelling:
"K-God is a wolf! K-God is a wolf! I'm the Mimic! I'm the Mimic! Earlier no one came to check me, and just now K-God came over, so I tested him with one line—and he fell for it!"
"K-God is a wolf, I'm the Mimic…"
"GG—wolves are a capital G!" Xiao Zao (Uzi) yelled loudly in voice chat.
Mastuo had a silver tongue, but in this situation there was no way to wash it clean.
Because he couldn't explain the chat content. He could only forcefully claim he was the Mimic and that General Yu was the wolf.
But either way, at least one of them was definitely a wolf. After that, it would be extremely hard for him to make a move.
And he didn't even make it to the third round—he got voted out directly.
"Ugh, I'm numb. How did you two die together?"
"It's a long story… better not to say." Hearing Mastuo ask, Xiao Zao started rambling and dodging.
There was no choice—saying it out loud was too embarrassing.
He'd killed his teammate, then got killed by the Falcon right after. His whole brain felt dizzy.
In the end, with no wolves left to interfere, the Falcon couldn't muddy the waters…
After being voted out, the game ended right away.
"Hey, why aren't the wolves killing anyone? This makes neutral roles really hard to play."
"Don't even start. I stabbed Big Hammer, then Kun'er Mosi stabbed me…"
"In that situation, I had no choice but to assume Xiao Zao was the Mimic. So this play directly sent all of us wolves out."
"Xiao Zao~" Mastuo sounded extremely aggrieved.
"Forget it. That's Xiao Zao for you. Playing like this is totally normal. If you can carry him, you can carry all the way to Canada."
"ng, ng."
A true man doesn't VOD review. They immediately started the next round.
Goose Goose Duck really was a perfect game for friends and family to mess around together. In the blink of an eye, it was midnight.
"I'm getting off, I'm getting off."
Seeing the time, Lin Fan greeted everyone and prepared to log out.
They all understood. After all, today's matches really were exhausting—three high-quality games. With even the slightest mistake, his "revive armor" would get forced out.
"JackeyLove, don't practice too late. You still have to rest."
"Got it, Fan-ge. I'll probably sleep at two. Wake up at 8:30—six hours of sleep is enough."
"Okay."
…
The next morning, as soon as he woke up, he saw a notification from Douyu official.
The Teamfight Tactics tournament would start at 6:00 p.m.
It was point-based. Eight players, and the top four would advance to the next round.
The top three in the finals would represent Douyu in the TOC China qualifiers.
Through the qualifiers, the World Championship players would be decided.
Selection after selection—there was real prestige to it.
So in the last two years, TOC champions were all Chinese players.
That alone showed how important this kind of multi-platform competition was.
After brushing his teeth and washing up, he went to the cafeteria and ate a hearty breakfast.
Then he headed to the training room.
Because it was early, no one else had arrived yet.
Same old routine—reward himself with a round of PUBG first.
He chose solo squad (1v4) like a maniac, and got chased around like a dog.
His aim was pretty good now, but no matter how strong you were, you couldn't fight four people alone. He didn't get any joy out of it—but the suffering was absolutely maxed out.
"Solo squad's intensity is still a bit much…"
He only got 17 kills.
Next time, a solo chicken dinner would be more fun.
In that situation you could pull off 27 kills—after all, it's a 1v1.
"Fan-ge, it feels like you're getting stronger and stronger at PUBG. Your aim is so accurate." JackeyLove saw the results screen and leaned over to comment.
"It's alright. For this, it mostly depends on the person. If you can spot them immediately, you'll know how to shoot."
"Why are you up so early today? Didn't you say you'd sleep at two? Lack of sleep stunts growth."
"Uh… can I still grow at my age? I'm already a three-tier cripple. Don't mention it." JackeyLove shook his head.
He wasn't even 170 cm. Even as a world champion, standing out there, he had no confidence at all.
"Good thing you're not 24 yet. Exercise more and you still can."
"Ahem, ahem—Jackey Bro, I was wrong. If you want to shoot, I can carry you."
Lin Fan quickly changed the subject.
"It's fine. I didn't take it to heart. And with match pressure this high, how could I be in the mood to shoot? When we win Worlds this year, I'll play with you every day."
"Alright. If you say it like that, then we have to win this title. I have to bring you along and let you shoot properly."
"Then I'll wait for that day." As he spoke, JackeyLove returned to his seat and turned on his computer.
"Damn it, why isn't Mark up yet?"
"It's fine. I'll duo with you for two games—support will hard-carry, alright?"
"Sure, Fan-ge. Holy crap, I haven't played with you in forever."
The moment he heard that, JackeyLove got excited.
The last time Lin Fan supported was two months ago—back then he pulled out Heimerdinger support and blew JackeyLove's mind.
Too insane.
Later they realized support wasn't even Brother Infinite Borders' strongest role—mid lane was. He led them to win match after match.
A truly reliable big brother.
To JackeyLove it felt like Rookie in S8. With him holding down mid, there was nothing to fear.
"Alright, I just don't know how much LP I have… If the gap's too big, we can't queue."
"Use Mark's account. The club accounts are all shared anyway."
"Sure, that works."
He opened the document, found Mark's account, and started typing quickly on the keyboard—while also turning on stream.
"Morning, Brother Infinite Borders…"
"Something's off. Is the title wrong?"
"Duo queue on Korean server with JackeyLove?"
"Is JackeyLove swapping to jungle, or is Brother Infinite Borders going back to support?"
"Holy heavens—Brother Infinite Borders is actually streaming League early in the morning?"
"Not gonna lie, today's content is pretty interesting…"
"Ahem, Mark's probably still asleep. JackeyLove must've gone too hard on him yesterday. In that case, I'll duo with JackeyLove for two games. I've trained support before—watch my performance."
The two quickly grouped up, locked positions, and started queuing.
A bunch of people started sending messages in QQ groups and WeChat groups.
"Feels like the first five games before Spring Split—OG bot-lane duo is back."
"Brother Infinite Borders really broke his exception because of JackeyLove. First time in two months."
Not long after, Lin Fan's stream heat broke three million.
And while they waited, it kept climbing.
"What are we playing?"
"Uh… if we want to go aggressive, I can pick Blitzcrank. You pick Draven and we end the game at 15 minutes."
"Sure. I believe in your Blitzcrank." In scrims, that Heimerdinger/Blitzcrank support had completely conquered him.
"Then we're climbing hard this morning."
Once in, JackeyLove instantly locked Draven, and Lin Fan took Blitzcrank.
Their lane pressure was maxed out.
The first hook dragged Varus over and chunked him to half HP, forcing Flash.
At level two, he even Flash-hooked and secured First Blood.
"Holy crap, Brother Infinite Borders—your Blitzcrank is way too accurate. You and my Draven are going invincible. Literally invincible."
"Come on, this combo stomps on the pro stage. Don't even mention ranked—easy."
As he spoke, Lin Fan controlled Blitzcrank forward. The moment Q came off cooldown, he raised his hand and pulled Lulu out from under turret.
You want to use an enchanter to pressure Blitzcrank?
Then come out.
JackeyLove's eyes lit up.
Chop, chop—since you're out, you think you can leave without killing me?
He seized the CC window and sliced four times—done.
Draven needs exactly this kind of support: CC, then let him get extra damage in.
When Blitzcrank lands a hook and drags them over, it's pure bliss.
They cleared the wave, recalled to upgrade items, and the bot-lane oppression hit max again.
In under eight minutes, Draven was already godlike.
Bot lane vanished completely.
It was obvious the other side gave up.
Draven godlike at eight minutes—one kill per minute. Who can take that?
Why refuse surrender and wait to be tortured?
It's just a ranked game—it's not worth it.
So they got an extremely rare mid push.
With Rift Herald, they charged straight down the lane and ended the first game at 13 minutes.
"Holy crap, unfamiliar. Brother Infinite Borders' support is this strong?"
"In matches we never saw his support this brutal—mainly because he never used Blitzcrank…"
"Of course. In pro play you'd pick Thresh before you pick Blitzcrank. This champ is too clunky. If you can't hook anyone, you're useless."
"When you're ahead you can pressure, but when you're behind, you do nothing…"
The game ended too early, and JackeyLove wasn't satisfied at all.
"Come, come—hurry up, hurry up. Another one."
He re-queued immediately.
And at that moment, Mark arrived in the training room.
Seeing this, he silently stood behind Lin Fan.
When Mark first joined the team for scrims, Lin Fan was still support. Mark had watched his Heimerdinger support from start to finish—his tempo and game sense were terrifyingly strong.
From that you could tell Fan-ge really understood support—and understood it deeply.
Facing a master like that, learning a bit was absolutely necessary.
This game, Lin Fan directly pulled out Heimerdinger.
JackeyLove had already experienced being supported by it, so he wasn't worried.
With level-one lane priority secured, this game became a full-lane beatdown again.
Sure enough, once Heimerdinger set down three turrets, aside from last-hitting being a little annoying, the enemy bot lane had zero chance to step up and contest.
With lane priority, they pressed endlessly. Using E to trigger turret fire, they made the enemy bot duo howl in pain—they couldn't even move.
Just over three minutes in, Heimerdinger's E hit precisely, and with JackeyLove's Kai'Sa, they took First Blood.
Another advantage start in bot lane.
So comfortable.
This time the enemy didn't choose to AFK in fountain at eight minutes.
But they surrendered at 17 minutes.
This Kai'Sa + Heimerdinger bot duo could delete people freely by 14 minutes.
Two straight front-to-back teamfights shattered them.
After that they had no options—only surrender.
"Insane. Is there any bot lane in the league that can actually contest these two?"
"You say that, but I still hope Brother Infinite Borders plays mid. Then TES has two carries."
"True. With skill like his, playing support is pure waste."
"Not mid, but seeing Brother Infinite Borders play League today makes it feel like something good is coming."
"Hahaha, I'm focused on the exact same point…"
First time in over two months—how could that not be a topic?
Seeing Mark arrive, Lin Fan logged out decisively. Don't forget—today he had a mission.
How could he waste time playing ranked?
First, two games of TFT—warm up the hands.
After all, there were plenty of tough opponents in his group.
If he wanted to make top four on points and advance, it really wouldn't be easy.
"Alright, time for the real stuff. Play a few more, work the comps out—don't end up blanking on comps once the tournament starts."
"???"
"You're a League pro, not a TFT pro."
"Damn it—Brother Infinite Borders is serious?"
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