That One Rich Fan of Mine

This year, B City’s autumn was cruel and ruthless.

Lin Xizhou was wrapped in a thick coat and huddled in the van’s seat. He was dizzy all over. In the magazine photoshoot earlier, he was either getting wet or soaking in a tub. He was already getting a slight headache after the shoot. Now that he was getting blown by the chilly wind as soon as he walked out of the studio, his whole body was trembling.

His assistant, Qi Qi, worriedly handed him hot milk tea that he bought at the convenience store. Lin Xizhou took a large sip, and the excessive sweetness from the drink spread throughout his mouth, followed by a slightly bitter aftertaste.

Lin Xizhou slept during the ride and felt like he lacked some oxygen when he woke up. After he unsteadily returned to his apartment, he managed to remember that tonight was a memorial date for the LPL division championship. He had to sign into the game to purchase limited edition champion skins. 

After making himself a cup of isatis root tea, he turned on his computer.

Since his debut, he has never used his previous account to play LOL. Instead, he registered a new account using an untouched QQ account. Occasionally, he would log in to his first account to either check on North God’s account that was sitting quietly on his friend list or to buy skins, like he planned to do now.

Lin Xizhou entered his QQ account information and logged into a summoner account named ‘Congee’. The skin was scheduled to release at seven o’clock in the evening, so only the preview was available. The champion they used this year for the ADC was Kai’Sa, someone Lin Xizhou also liked to play.

Lin Xizhou had started to practice the support role the day he started admiring Northland. Now his most played support champions were Tahm Kench, Alistar, and Thresh, but once in a while, he would play the ADC role.

He had played his ten placement matches for this season, and his current MMR was around Diamond I. Because he had not played as much as before, he had no time to adapt to the current meta.

Lin Xizhou was bored from waiting. To kill time, he purchased BLK’s team logo summoner icon, set it as his account’s avatar, and then planned to start a match.

Since he deleted all of his friends except for Northland, he expected to see (0/1) when he glanced at his friend list. After all, since North God went professional, he hadn’t touched this account, or at least Lin Xizhou never saw the account online when he was.

When he was in the pre-game window where players could choose which game mode to queue for and if they wanted to invite friends or players they played in a prior match, he unconsciously took another glance at his social list and finally noticed the (1/1). 

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

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There was no response.

Sure enough, the excitement that almost burst from his throat was immediately gone. Why would North God be using this old account?

He flattened his lips and was ready to start a solo match.

Meanwhile, in the BLK gaming house, all the main team’s members were enjoying their takeout dinner and enthusiastically waiting to purchase the champion skins on their own accounts. From time to time, they would boast about how “My skin is better looking than yours” or “Utter rubbish!” 

Ji Beiling hadn’t logged into his account for a long time.

The account that once let him be discovered by the team manager bore too many memories and convictions. Until today, in order to buy his first championship skin, he didn’t dare to return.

Ji Beiling was staring at the screen and recalling his youth when suddenly a game invite popped up on the game interface.

[Congee has invited you to play a game.] 

Did he have friends on this account? Ji Beiling never added or accepted friend requests, but there was one exception—the fifteen-year-old kid who issued him a challenge.

He felt some complicated emotions.

That couldn’t be…it had been years. This kid should be nineteen now. Did he wait for him all this time in League of Legends?

He received the game invite the moment he got online… 

Ji Beiling glanced at the bright advertisement for the championship skin soon to be released and the coach who didn’t want to urge the players to train and sighed. One match shouldn’t take too long; he wanted to make up for the psychological shadow he brought upon the other kid.

Decided, he clicked ‘Accept’.

So, just one second before Lin Xizhou clicked ‘Find Match’, a new teammate that went by the name Northland appeared on his screen, right beside his own, with bot lane queued.

Before he could react, he clicked with his mouse. 

[Finding Match]

Nor-Northland…?

North God?!

Was this real or was he seeing things? He almost knocked over his tea. If he hadn’t added this account as a friend before North God’s debut, he would have doubted whether or not this person was fake. 

Shouldn’t North God be training right now? How could he have the free time to play games with strangers?

For so many years, he wanted to play a match with Ji Beiling, more than adding his idol on WeChat or learning more about the esports player. For him, Ji Beiling was a god that existed only in the game world. Only the game was significant; nothing else was more important than the game.

When he befriended North God on WeChat, he was just happy, but he didn’t feel much thrill. After all, he couldn’t freely chat with the other person.

But gaming was different. 

Gaming to him…was really a dreamlike scene.

His hand on the mouse trembled slightly, and he didn’t even dare to send out “Are you the real North God?” in the chat for the fear that his dream would be scattered.

Ji Beiling saw that ‘Congee’ had chosen the support position willingly and sighed.

What kind of sin did he commit in the past? Not only did the kid not go professional, but he also stopped playing ADC. He drove this poor kid to play support. 

It seemed that he still needed to do more good deeds in the future. Maybe he didn’t win the World Championship for four years because of the bad karma he accumulated in the past!

Translator has something to add:

Teo: From chapter one, I mentioned China has more than twenty servers. I assumed because each server is independent from each other, you could use the same username across different servers. That means it is possible to have more than twenty Faker if there is a ‘Faker’ in each China server! This is why Lin Xizhou was confident in having the real North God added on his account because he added it before Northland became pro.

I found out the aggregator site has extra author’s notes that aren’t on the original ones (I had to use the aggregator site when Gongzicp was trolling me and won’t load. This novel does not have a single VIP chapter). As a sucker for author’s note, I’ll be checking all of the aggregator sites for them but will use Gongzicp for the main text. 

Gaming Edit: Either my Chinese is failing me or I think the author has it as ‘He had played his ten placement matches for this season and was placed in Diamond I’. I changed it to MMR since the highest rank a player could be placed after the ten placement matches is Platinum I, you can’t be placed in Diamond (Pre-Season Nine) just from only playing the ten placement matches. Gold I if the account has never touched ranked before.

Featured Champions:

Kai’sa

Tahm Kench (pre re-work) 

Alistar (RIP, he’s too old to have champion spotlight video, so here is Pro Player Pick. This is before Alistar’s visual update)

Thresh (Grab the lantern!!)