LOL: I'm in the LPL, that's my fight!

Chapter 42: See you there! Watch BJBS crush the professional league!

See you at the internet cafe!

The neon signs outside internet cafes have been flashing more brightly than usual these past few days.

The glass doors slammed open, making the pool balls rattle, and waves of people poured in, even filling the steps with players waiting for a table.

The already bustling hall was now even more crowded, with the air filled with the mixed smells of instant noodles, Red Bull, and steroids.

"Hey, stop pushing! You're stepping on me—are you in a hurry to be reborn?"

"Hey, what's with this 'see you there' thing? You organized this event yourselves, and now you're telling me there are no seats? Huh?" A chubby young man wearing headphones stood on tiptoe and yelled at the front desk, his face flushed red with acne.

"No rooms left in the regular section, no rooms left in the VIP e-sports section, all the private rooms are booked—and now you're telling me even the hotel rooms are sold out?!"

Another boy in a plaid shirt slapped the marble countertop at the front desk, looking at the "Fully Booked" sign prominently displayed on the screen above his head, venting his dissatisfaction.

The receptionist was so overwhelmed by the barrage of questions that she almost shrank back into her chair.

She clutched her employee badge, her eyes slightly red, her lips pressed together, wanting to explain but unable to immediately calm the enraged crowd.

In the past, a simple black stocking and a smile could solve the problem—every internet user would politely greet the customer with "Beautiful lady, can I sign up for a card?"

Who would speak to her so rudely?

But in just one week, everything changed.

It's absurd to think about.

Of the ten players who come to the "See You Later" internet cafe, eight are not there for the internet speed or the computer specs, but for the esports team affiliated with the internet cafe—and the man who reached the top of the national server with the ID "Crush".

Unfortunately, during this period, those players who were lucky enough to receive a few casual tips from Crush in internet cafes have been showing off a lot after their "cheap mentors" whom they bought for 200 yuan reached the top of the national server.

Quotes like this can be found everywhere on WeChat Moments, Weibo, and gaming groups: "I'm the number one in the Chinese server, a master strategist recognized by professional players, and I personally take on disciples—get it?"

The accompanying picture is a blurry selfie with the logo of "Bujianbusan Internet Cafe" in the background, as well as Crush himself, whose appearance has become well-known to many people thanks to Huya's extensive promotion.

then……

Even knowing that they have no chance of becoming apprentices, and even knowing in their hearts that they are probably just here for fun, hundreds and thousands of players still travel thousands of miles to try their luck, hoping for the best.

It can be said that Fu Shiyan alone increased the occupancy rate of the four "Never Say Goodbye" internet cafes by at least 30%.

Especially in the last few days, with the city championship approaching, the scene has become so exaggerated that it's almost out of control.

Many players simply activate their accounts and then stay logged in—taking turns to go to the bathroom, ordering takeout to be delivered to their seats, and even sleeping on their keyboards, fearing that if they get up, someone else will take their spot.

This is why so many players are surrounding the receptionist and questioning her.

Even though the number of online users showed that it hadn't reached the limit, there were people sitting in front of every computer, and some even had two people crammed into one chair.

"Bro, bro—please, I'll give you 50 Vouchers, just let me use this machine for a bit, I'll give it to you right after the match." With no seats available, a few impatient young men started patrolling, specifically targeting players whose screens were glued to their desktops or video websites. A guy in a hoodie bent down and approached a middle-aged man who was leisurely watching "Ultraman Tiga," lowering his voice to almost plead.

"Go away, what do you want me to see? I've been a Crush fan for ten years, okay?" The older brother didn't even look up, crossed his legs, and crunched on a potato chip.

"But you're watching Ultraman Tiga..." The boy in the hoodie peeked at the screen, his lips twitching.

"What? You look down on me for making soup from pork bones? Before watching the game, watch an episode of Ultraman fighting monsters in super HD quality first—it's so much better." The older brother shook his Coke cup with a straight face.

"Ah..." The boy was speechless for a moment, frozen on the spot, his expression as complicated as if someone had stuffed a mouthful of lemons into his mouth.

Just as the chaos was about to escalate further, the receptionist, who had finally received a call from her supervisor, took a deep breath, suddenly stood up straight, grabbed the microphone on the table, and spoke in a slightly trembling voice, as loud and clear as possible:

"Um... everyone, don't worry! We've already come up with a solution to the overwhelming number of users these past few days—once the competition officially starts this afternoon, you can register for our 'See You Later' Star User account for a chance to win free entry to the fourth-floor competition area! Throughout the entire City Championship, Crush and the other four members of our BJBS team will be playing there, giving you a chance to enjoy esports up close and even have the opportunity to take photos with them face-to-face!"

Before the words were even finished, it was as if a depth charge had been dropped into the hall.

"I'll knock—what are we waiting for?!"

A sudden gasp erupted from the crowd. Those who had been complaining, haggling, or huddled in a corner eating bread instantly came to life. A swarm of people rushed to the counter, pulling out their ID cards faster than their phones, holding them high as if afraid the cashier wouldn't see them.

"Stop talking nonsense! What activities are there? Just arrange them for me!"

"Are they all here for the tournament? Old Mo is really going all the way with esports."

The receptionist was startled by this sudden enthusiasm.

She frantically opened the registration system, fearing that if she was even a second too slow, she would be torn to pieces by the frenzied players in front of her.

Fortunately, the noise around me was no longer all complaints, but a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and countless whispers of "BJBS is awesome".

Yes, as a savvy businessman, Boss Mo would naturally not be satisfied with just finalizing an online live streaming partnership with Huya for his team's first match.

We need to capture online traffic, but the four offline internet cafes can't afford to be idle either.

The team was his "own son," whom he had raised single-handedly. How could the internet cafes not get hyped up on the day of its first battle?

So, a week before the competition, he quietly began preparations.

Support posters for "See You Later" internet cafe were posted at the entrance of the university cafeteria, on the bulletin board under the teaching building, and even in front of the food pick-up window of the milk tea shop.

Needless to say, the area outside the main entrances of their four stores is completely covered with roll-up banners—on the floor-to-ceiling windows, on both sides of the revolving doors, and on both sides of the steps.

The poster was designed in a flashy way, with a fluorescent background and silhouettes of the team members, making it impossible to associate it with a grassroots internet cafe esports team.

Boss Mo is a man who never stands on ceremony with anyone.

尤其涉及到他所热爱的电竞，写起宣传标语来，一个比一个骚气，一个比一个欠揍：

[See you there! Let's cheer for the new king of the new national server!]

Watch BJBS team sweep through the city championship!