Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 469 YYD Team was never just hers alone

Lu Cheng said earnestly, "Captain, aren’t you being too harsh on me? But you’re right, if I had a brain as smart as yours, my ancestors would be laughing their way out of the grave."

Bi Luo snorted with a laugh, "Your ancestors have long turned to dust."

"Bi Luo!" Lu Cheng glared at him, grinding his teeth, "I swear, a day without hitting you and your skin starts itching."

Bi Luo, with an indifferent face, retorted, "Come at me, who’s afraid of you?"

Huo Baoming shook his head helplessly, took Lu Cheng’s phone, and moved to a quiet space, "Captain."

Yun Yue could tell he had something on his mind just by listening.

"What’s wrong?"

"Tomorrow’s opponents are Lang Team, and I’m worried it will have a negative impact on them after the match."

Lang Team’s playstyle was very aggressive, and their shooter enjoyed messing with people’s mindsets, which had driven quite a few esports players to retire.

"You’re worried about Lan Ying being targeted again."

"Mm-hm, even though Lan Ying has improved a lot these past two years, I still think there’s a gap between him and Xinghe."

This was what Huo Baoming worried about the most; Lan Ying was the youngest on the team, and if he got beaten down like that again, it could affect his esports career.

"Hand the phone to Lan Ying, I need to talk to him."

Huo Baoming looked over to Lan Ying, who had actually been watching him the whole time and seemed a bit tense at being noticed.

"The captain wants to talk to you," Huo Baoming handed him the phone, clapped him on the shoulder, "Don’t be nervous. Whatever it is, talk to the captain; maybe she can help you sort it out."

Although Lan Ying appeared nonchalant on the surface, Huo Baoming knew he was more nervous and concerned about this game than anyone—this match was even more important to him than the KPL.

They could afford to lose this game, but they had to get him through that psychological barrier.

Tense, Lan Ying took the phone and went to his own room.

Lu Cheng and Bi Luo stopped their spat, and a few people tiptoed over to eavesdrop at the door.

However, the soundproofing was excellent, and they couldn’t hear anything.

Lan Ying talked with Yun Yue for over half an hour before hanging up.

Startled by the heads at the door as he opened it, he rolled his eyes, and with a forced smile, said, "If you wanted to listen, you should’ve come in. Do I seem like such a petty person?"

The three of them chuckled awkwardly, in unison, "You are."

Lan Ying felt like giving each one of them a couple of punches, then handed the phone to Lu Cheng, "Your phone."

Taking it back, Lu Cheng asked with mischief, "Lan Ying, what did the captain say to you? Did she pass on some kind of secret technique?"

"Yeah, spill the beans to us too."

This was the captain’s secret technique, and even a tiny bit of it could be immensely beneficial to them.

Proudly, Lan Ying said, "If you want to know, I just won’t tell you. This secret technique is exclusive to YYD’s shooters."

Lu Cheng threatened him with a piercing gaze, clenching his fists, "Biluo Qingque, start the punishment."

"Right on it."

The three of them looked at him with mischievous glee.

Huo Baoming stood up, "You three go rest, I need to speak with him."

Watching him, the three shot a glance before leaving.

"Ming Shen." Lan Ying looked at him, noticeably more relaxed than he was half an hour before.

"Play well tomorrow. We have already secured the points to enter the KPL, so it’s okay if we lose, but we can’t lose face."

"YYD wouldn’t be complete without any one of you. If the Wolf Team targets you tomorrow, even if we lose, we’d still help you retaliate."

These were the words Ming Shen spoke to Lan Ying, who now lay on his bed, his mind filled with the voices of the captain and Ming Shen.

His gaze hardened; he definitely wouldn’t let everyone down!

The next day was Saturday.

Lin Xuanze was sleeping soundly when suddenly his blanket was pulled off, and someone woke him from his dreams. He opened his eyes to see a bewitching face in front of his own.

Lin Xuanze jumped in fright, then laid back down once he realized it was a false alarm. "Sister Fan, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

Mo Fan stared at him, a smirk at the edges of her lips. "I heard someone is quite confident in their skills, so confident that they’re blindly arrogant. I’m thinking of taking you for some training."

Lin Xuanze shivered under her intimidating smile and slowly edged towards the other side of the bed. "Don’t listen to anyone’s nonsense, Sister Fan. How could I say such things? You know I’m always modest."

Mo Fan’s expression shifted, stretching her hand to grab his ankle and pulling him closer, seizing his collar. "You’re not getting away today, kid. Since it’s the weekend, it’s a good time to broaden your horizons."

Allegedly wanting to protect the world, with his frail frame, being able to protect himself was already quite an achievement.

That day, Lin Xuanze was taken away by Mo Fan.

"Aren’t you afraid Mo Fan will train him into developing bad habits?" Xiao Chen asked, looking at the girl in front of him with a carefree smile.

Her delicate brows and eyelashes fluttered like fan leaves, the corners of her lips curled in a nonchalant grin. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Mo Fan knows what he’s doing. This kid thinks a little ability means he can protect the world. He needs to meet a real expert who he can’t even defend himself against. Having Mo Fan take him out to gain some experience is good. Let’s see if he’ll still be shouting after that."

Yun Yue played with her phone, glanced at the time, and raised an eyebrow. "Do you have time later? Accompany me to watch a match."

"Sure." Xiao Chen wrapped an arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "I’m free these days, whatever you want to do, I’m with you."

Yun Yue felt a tingly, itchy sensation but didn’t turn her head away.

Beijing Electronic Sports City was a venue specifically built for professional competitions by Lou Ting.

It’s where she had become a legend in one battle before retiring.

Returning to the venue now kindled a sense of nostalgia; stepping into the arena, the atmosphere was electric, and the fans were wildly excited.

Xiao Chen knew she had friends in the esports circle, so it was no surprise to him that she came to watch the match.

Both wore masks, giving them a relatively low-key appearance.

Their seats were in the front row, specially arranged by Huo Baoming.

As the two teams entered, the fans raised their supportive banners high, greeting their favored teams or players with the loudest of voices.

"YYD, YYD!"

"Wolf Team, Wolf Team!"

"Ah, my two favorite teams are facing off. I wonder who’s stronger!"

"Do you even need to watch? Ever since YYD’s Y God retired, YYD fell from grace for a year. Although they made it back to the finals through the qualifiers a year later, their opponent is the Wolf Team. If Y was here, they would surely win, but without him, they’re no match for the Wolf Team," taunted an enthusiastic Wolf Team fan.

"So what if they fell from grace? The spirit of YYD to get back up where they fell and never admit defeat is worth emulating. Even without Y God, I will always support and love YYD," said a girl with two braids, her face adorned with Huo Baoming’s cartoon stickers.

Her friends around her nodded in agreement.

"That’s right! We don’t just like YYD for being YYD, but also for their unwavering spirit in esports, their unity, and their passion for Demon Path."

Their quarreling voices reached Yun Yue, whose lips unwittingly curled up in response.

After her retirement, it was indeed not easy for YYD to get to where they were today.

It wasn’t because of her that YYD existed, but because of these young people with a passion for striving in esports that YYD was born.