Chapter 15: Awarded MVP, Achieving the Highest Damage Share in the Spring Tournament!

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The match had ended.

Several EDG players let out a long breath, then looked toward Chen Yan.

They had won the game, but somehow it felt unsatisfying.

Still, everyone acknowledged Chen Yan’s performance.

Whether it was the solo kill in lane or the final Baron pit where his R-flash combo controlled four enemies, the Queen of Venom had undeniably carried the match.

Ailoli and mOUSe instantly felt a bit more affectionate toward Chen Yan.

Both of them were the weaker players on the team.

Facing the pressure of coordinating with SCOUt was tough, so in comparison, this newcomer Chen Yan gave them a sense of familiarity.

“Got the win, let’s go! I want to see what the chat is saying now—anyone hyping me up?” Chen Yan eagerly headed to the backstage lounge.

The EDG players exchanged glances and smiled wryly.

Chen Yan’s personality was still a little too uninhibited for a streamer.

…

Meanwhile, as EDG left, the OMG players lingered without moving.

“Why are you all staring at me?” iCOn noticed his teammates’ gaze and grew a bit embarrassed and angry.

He quickly started defending himself, saying the loss was mainly because the Queen of Venom accidentally snagged first blood at level one, causing him to snowball out of control.

“I’m telling you, if it were a fair fight, I could easily solo kill him. That flash I used—”

“Hey! Don’t walk away… listen to me! You don’t believe me, right? Don’t believe it?!” iCOn chased after his teammates, explaining how the early rings on the Queen of Venom affected the lane so heavily.

But once he returned to the backstage lounge and saw the coach, iCOn fell silent.

The OMG coach’s face looked grim but he didn’t say anything to iCOn.

Everyone said iCOn was a second-generation rich kid, and the coach was a bit wary of him.

“This mid laner from EDG isn’t simple,” the coach said seriously. “Did you notice after a few solo kills, he didn’t recklessly push. Instead, he steadied himself.

What does that mean? It means he doesn’t give you any chances.

Other rookies would have gotten cocky with such an advantage, just like in ranked games, but that only creates openings…”

The coach went on praising Chen Yan, saying he understood restraint, caution, discipline…

If Chen Yan had heard this, he probably would have laughed to death—after all, the OMG coach had an overactive imagination.

Chen Yan was only worried the match would end too quickly to complete his mission, and somehow, the coach had blown him up to the skies.

Still, iCOn was not convinced—after being solo killed a few times, he too managed to stabilize the situation.

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From iCOn’s perspective, those solo kills were full of coincidences. If given another chance, he was sure he could teach the rookie a lesson.

If the pre-match lecture was just talk, now giving Chen Yan a lesson had become iCOn’s obsession.

To be humiliated publicly by a newcomer like that was a grudge that would forever stain his esports reputation.

“I have to get him back!”

…

At the same time, in the EDG backstage lounge,

Chen Yan expected to be greeted with applause and smiles from the whole team, but instead, he was met with a slightly furrowed brow from Abu and a smug face from SCOUt.

“What’s going on? Didn’t I carry this game with Queen of Venom?” Chen Yan was speechless.

“You did carry, but there were many problems,” Abu said, pointing out several marked moments on the timeline.

“Here, why didn’t you attack?”

“Here, why didn’t you push the lane?”

“And here, and here…”

From a bird’s-eye view, Queen of Venom missed too many opportunities. This game should have been over much earlier, but dragging it out made the win look ugly.

Chen Yan neither agreed nor disagreed. He leaned back in his chair, stretched comfortably, and said, “So, did we win or not?”

“We won.”

“Then that’s all that matters. I won the game for you, didn’t I? Do I also have to entertain you?”

“If you want entertainment, come watch my stream—I’ll show you a support mid lane crushing Faker.”

When he said this, everyone there couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.

Too abstract. Who even watches a streamer like that?!

Still, Abu kept his promise and secretly transferred ten thousand to Chen Yan.

Ten thousand per game—that was Chen Yan’s price.

Of course, the price wasn’t fixed.

It depended on Chen Yan’s mood, whether he needed money, and the strength of the opponent.

Against OMG, Chen Yan figured ten thousand per game was already the limit.

After all, having SCOUt play could probably secure a win too.

Getting that money was a stroke of good luck.

After receiving the transfer, Chen Yan was in high spirits and casually remarked, “You say I missed opportunities and dragged the pace, but have you thought that the team’s rhythm shouldn’t be on me to find? You only see my good farm and think that focusing on me can win, but you never ask why my farm is good.

If I didn’t farm well, who would step up to make plays? Then who would take the blame?”

Chen Yan’s words were heavy, but everyone present felt they struck a chord.

Indeed, why replay the game just around the star player? Even if he made mistakes, it was understandable.

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Looking at the other teammates—who did nothing yet hid comfortably in stealth.

At the same time, this revealed a problem.

In EDG, everyone seemed used to being reactive; the one taking initiative was often the scapegoat.

The EDG coaching staff fell into deep thought.

Just then, MVP appeared on the screen.

With stirring music and a handsome profile shot of Chen Yan.

When they saw the Queen of Venom’s damage contribution, everyone was stunned.

Fifty percent!

Zhi Huan and Guan Zeyuan gasped, saying this was the highest damage share in the Spring Split so far.

The EDG team felt a bit ashamed—a fifty percent damage share from Queen of Venom was like a loud slap to the face.

Chen Yan saw how everyone was fooled by him and felt immensely pleased inside.

He opened his phone and checked the live chat.

Seeing the praise, he felt even happier.

What annoyed him, however, was that the praise wasn’t as abundant as he imagined; the chat mostly spammed long, snide comments calling him cowardly like the factory manager, inheriting EDG’s turtle mindset.

“Come on! I’m just doing my job; don’t treat me like a pushover,” Chen Yan fumed, seeing these bronze and silver players criticizing a pro.

“I’ll add five thousand more; next game I’ll play the silky iCOn, guaranteed excitement.”

Chen Yan secretly messaged Abu.

Abu’s face darkened after reading, but moments later he transferred fifteen thousand to Chen Yan.

“If you don’t win or aren’t satisfied, refund the money.”

“Okay, no problem. I’ll carry this game.”

“Silky carry…”

Abu’s expression was strange as he quickly deleted the chat record.

This kid spoke like a bomb; better not blow himself up.

Chen Yan accepted the transfer and took a big gulp of the energy drink.

Meanwhile, the second game began on schedule.