As soon as the kill notification appeared, the live-stream chat instantly exploded — the entire screen was flooded with “6666!”
“The same spot again — the same Baron pit! Wind is fighting the entire FR team alone!”
“When two sides meet head-on— the brave wins!” Chao Mi howled toward the ceiling. “I’m doomed, I’m officially becoming a Wind fan. When the team’s ahead, he’s the one who turns an advantage into victory; when the team’s behind, he’s the one who reverses fate and brings them back from the dead!”
“Every time I think PNG is finally going to take their first loss, Wind always stands up and slaps me in the face, telling me that as long as he’s alive, PNG will never be without hope!”
“Exactly! Especially when Wind flashed into the crowd and R’ed Gaogao to death — that was pure lone-hero energy.” Li Yin nodded like crazy. “I don’t even know what to say anymore — it’s the first time I’ve felt my words so useless and empty.”
Chao Mi laughed. “That’s because the match visuals were too shocking! Unless you witnessed it yourself, who could imagine someone pulling that off after all his teammates had already fallen?”
“But for FR, that kill is devastating for morale. They were so close — if they’d wiped PNG and taken Baron, this game would’ve been a clean sweep.”
[I’m laughing. I’m an FR fan — guess what my face looks like right now? (crying bean emoji)]
[Watching in the living room with headphones, my parents asked when I learned Sichuan opera face-changing… joy and grief really take only two seconds]
[So close! If they’d gotten Baron, it was a guaranteed win TuT]
[As a die-hard FR solo stan, I usually curse everyone. But this match… how do I even say this, both teams are so tough, so damn good]
[Please, please hold it together!!!]
Unfortunately, the fans’ encouragement couldn’t reach the players’ ears.
They had just won a crucial teamfight in an even match—victory within reach—only to have it stolen back by one man turning the whole game around. The feeling of being hurled from heaven straight into hell in an instant was almost unbearable.
If this had been Worlds, a mentally weaker team might have already collapsed.
“It’s fine, it’s fine, small issue,” Tang Yu said casually. “Still winnable.”
The engage call had been his command, but Mu Xuesong took the blame. “My bad. I called the fight too hastily.”
It had been a 1-for-4 fight on paper—anyone would’ve called it brilliant—but getting turned around like that? Mu Xuesong had to admit part of it was his oversight.
The chance had looked perfect: their marksman had a flawless damage setup, and even though he hadn’t had time to check Sui Ning’s status, Mu Xuesong decided to pull the trigger.
But in hindsight, that one careless thought—that the mage could be ignored for now, that even without cooldowns a 4v1 was safe—had led them straight into disaster.
Mu Xuesong narrowed his eyes. Even though after every training match he’d told himself to pay more attention to Wind, when it came down to the real match, it still hadn’t been enough.
…Sui Ning’s growth was simply too fast.
Mu Xuesong sighed inwardly.
Meanwhile, on the next gaming chair over, Xu Zhiyi—the one ordered to dive in first and trade his life for an engage—was utterly shattered.
He was fuming inside.
How did this even happen… weren’t we 4-for-1? Xu Zhiyi’s mind just stopped working.
Fortunately, it was only a regular season match. The veterans on the team had seen it all, and their optimism meter was maxed out—they could still keep their composure even after a blow-up like this.
——
Losing that crucial mid-game tempo hurt, but since Sui Ning was a mage, he couldn’t take Baron himself or push towers quickly. The economic impact of that Quadra Kill wasn’t huge.
Still, the morale boost it gave PNG was massive—enough to fuel their drive to drag the game out longer.
At 30 minutes, PNG and FR clashed in midlane, each side losing one player.
At 32:47, PNG used their vision control to force another Baron fight—but it was a feint. They pretended to start Baron, while Wei Ye and Cheng Su were already ambushing in FR’s blind spot, waiting for them to approach.
From the God’s-eye view, as soon as the observers saw PNG’s top and support lying in wait, FR’s coach, Da Ju, clenched his fists backstage and screamed internally: Nooo—!! Don’t take the bait!!
Shameless PNG, setting a trap like that!!
Whether by coincidence or telepathy, Mu Xuesong seemed to sense the danger—at the crucial moment, FR called for a retreat and gave up Baron.
PNG successfully secured Baron Nashor. With the buff empowering their minion waves, they finally gained lane advantage across all three lanes.
At 34 minutes, FR’s mid-tier two tower fell.
Chen Chen sat in the backstage lounge, jaw tight, crushing an empty paper cup in his hand as he glared at the broadcast screen, terrified that if he even blinked, his five little brats on stage would start messing around again.
The cup had long been drained; at that moment, he only wished he had a megaphone to shout onto the stage himself.
“The more intense it gets, the calmer you have to be!” he muttered, brow deeply furrowed.
This season’s FR was much tougher than last season’s—even with mmgod, it hadn’t been this hard to deal with. He sighed to himself. As expected, no matter which club they belonged to, every team grew stronger with every passing second on stage.
In esports, the path was always against the current—you either move forward, or you’re swept back.
——
And finally, at the 37-minute mark, the game began to turn.
PNG’s dual carries had both completed their builds. FR’s top laner Qin Jianglin misjudged Lin Zhaoxu’s damage with full six-item gear, and during the skirmish, he carelessly dropped to just 65% HP.
Lin Zhaoxu, controlling the Frost Archer who had been suppressed the entire match, finally had his moment of glory. “Feels good. Still dare to step up on me now?”
“I know you’re amazing,” Cheng Su said coldly. “The enemy’s support and jungler are both obsessed with you—they’re all watching you. Satisfied now?” He pinged a warning signal. “Take one more step forward, and I’ll show you that I’m amazing too.”
Lin Zhaoxu: …
Threatened by his own support, he gave an awkward laugh and obediently retreated to the safe center of the team formation.
But for FR, Qin Jianglin’s health bar was a dangerous sign: once a team fight started, he would definitely die before Wei Ye because of his HP disadvantage.
Once the frontline fell, the battle would quickly spiral out of control. Yet FR’s mid inhibitor turret had already been destroyed—if Qin Jianglin returned to base to heal, the rest of the team would have to retreat too, or they’d risk being caught in a 4v5.
Mu Xuesong sighed helplessly. “Fall back, give up the crystal! Don’t get engaged, no matter what!”
“Fall back, fall back! We’ll hold the twin towers!”
But heaven rarely grants such wishes. Everyone on stage was a battle-hardened veteran—who wouldn’t know what to do in this situation?
Wei Ye, ever the most reckless, was the first to dive in to catch someone, and Sui Ning followed right after.
“Vitus’s HP isn’t healthy—he has to recall! FR’s giving up the crystal, the whole team’s backing off… but PNG is seizing this very moment—!!”
Chao Mi’s voice pitched up an octave. “Forget the crystal—who cares about that! PNG wants FR’s heads! But FR’s backed against the twin towers; they can fight this if they hold! PNG didn’t bring their minion wave, and the towers are buffed—they hurt like hell!”
Noticing both teams’ mid-jungle duos circling around each other’s marksmen, Chao Mi couldn’t help but laugh. “They’re both chasing the enemy’s carry! You can lose the fight, but the marksman must die! …This is kind of adorable, actually.”
“But Wind found his opening—decisive as always! He dives in with a clean second-stage EW into R straight in Gaogao’s face—full two seconds of crowd control! But Gaogao has Cleanse… huh?? What happened—why didn’t it go off? Oh no, FR’s damage output just collapsed!!”
In the blink of an eye, the commentators—forced to keep track of multiple hotspots—couldn’t make out what exactly had happened.
Yu Gao slammed his desk in frustration. “…Damn it!”
Mu Xuesong shouted, “Save the marksman! Peel for him! Can he still fight?!”
“Hard to say…”
——
Two pro players watching the match as casual commentators, however, caught the key detail.
[???? Isn’t Cleanse supposed to remove Yuna’s ultimate? Why did Brother Gao still turn into an ice statue??]
[But his Cleanse went on cooldown though? I’m so confused.]
[Looks like he used it too early… couldn’t see clearly.]
Cheng Wensheng spread his hands toward the camera. “…No way around it. Xiao Gao lost that mind game again.”
[A-bao, stop being mysterious or I’ll lose it and punch you myself ^^]
[Why did I come into this stream to suffer… I hate cryptic people, ughhhh]
[If the official commentators were even half as good as these two, I’d never watch another stream.]
[ Half? Be realistic—one-tenth would do.]
[Let God A hand the mic to Yue already! Yue’s so good with fans, he’d never play these guessing games 5555]
Noticing the questions flooding in, Meng Xiyue explained, “It’s simple, really. Yu Gao tried to Cleanse Yuna’s R immediately. Since Yuna used E for positioning, she lost one damage ability—if Gaogao cleansed the CC instantly, his Void Ranger could burst her down in return.”
“But Wind played it even smarter. After EW, he stood still for half a second.”
So Yu Gao’s Cleanse only removed Yuna’s W root effect, but failed to clear the ultimate’s two-second freeze, the most critical and lethal part of her combo.
He’d been baited.
Yu Gao realized this himself, which was why he slammed his desk in frustration.
But by then, it was too late for Mu Xuesong to save him.
[PNG_Wind (Winter Queen) has slain FR_Gaogao (Void Ranger)!]
The kill announcement rang out like a funeral bell, adding insult to FR’s already dire situation.
Mu Xuesong gritted his teeth. “We can still fight! Kill their mid! He’s out of skills!”
[FR_Reling (Oracle) has slain PNG_Wind (Winter Queen)!]
“Kill Wind, kill Wind—nice! Jungler, get the jungler, he’s low!”
Xu Zhiyi finally got Wind’s head, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel happy.
Nearly forty minutes in, this late-game team fight had turned into an marksman-only showdown. For PNG, victory was within reach.
“Nice one! NICE!! Their marksman’s down!!”
Lin Zhaoxu perked up instantly. “We can win this, we can win! I’ve got lifesteal—suck, suck, I’m lifestealing like crazy!!”
“I traded with their marksman,” Sui Ning said. “Oracle’s out of cooldowns—no ult, no flash.”
Ji Yunyu: “Got it.”
[FR_Reling (Oracle) has slain PNG_Erllit (Holy Healer)!]
[PNG_Cloud (Coldfront Lord) has slain FR_Reling (Oracle)!]
Two kill notifications appeared simultaneously—each carrying completely different meanings.
The fans who had been holding their breath for nearly an hour all tensed up, hearts pounding in their throats.
They couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted in unison: “PNG!! PNG!!!”
Not to be outdone, the other side roared just as loud: “Furia!! Let’s go——!!”
“Oh no, Gaogao really got robbed there! Died way too unfairly—didn’t even deal any damage!” Chao Mi spoke at breakneck speed. “Reling traded for two kills, but… what can I say? FR’s follow-up looks grim—no damage dealers left! Can Xiaopang maybe get one more?!”
He quickly shook his head. “Ah, forget it! Myerii’s completely locked onto Xiaopang—won’t let him breathe! That means Mior’s got free reign to deal damage now!”
As he spoke, PNG successfully pushed FR off their high ground and took down both Nexus towers.
The exposed, trembling base crystal now looked weak, pitiful, and completely defenseless.
“Can they still stall this out?”
“The base, the base, the base!! Oh my god, my heart! They can’t let it go again…”
“Fight for it! If we win, there’s still hope—if we lose, that’s it!”
The remaining FR members rushed back to the fountain to heal, trying to buy just a little more time—but with PNG’s marksman still alive, breaking a naked base crystal was child’s play.
Amid the sighs of tens of thousands of Furia fans in the arena, the sky-blue base crystal shattered with a thunderous boom.
Victory！
At the center of the stage, the electronic scoreboard flashed the final tally: PNG 2 : 0 FR.
A moment later, the score disappeared, replaced by the glowing words: WINNER: PNG.
“Congratulations to PNG, taking the series 2–0! What a hard-fought victory!”
Li Yin smiled brightly. “That was incredible. Their undefeated record remains unbroken!”
Chao Mi applauded enthusiastically. “Today’s match was nothing like PNG’s usual steamrolls—it was a roller coaster from start to finish, full of ups and downs!”
“You’d never guess how intense these two games were just by looking at the scoreline,” he continued. “Even as a spectator, there were several times I thought it was over—but PNG never gave up, not once. Their resilience is unbelievable!”
Li Yin nodded. “Exactly. This is what professional players should show their audience—faith and perseverance. And we should also applaud FR; they played incredibly well today!”
Chao Mi added, “Now I finally understand what fans online mean when they say: as HPL viewers, we don’t come for mistakes—we come for mastery! Both PNG and FR embodied that perfectly today. FR played beautifully, almost flawlessly—it’s just that PNG performed even better.”
[Aside from the minor heart attacks, this match was so worth it!!]
[You’re strong—but I’m stronger. That’s the best kind of game!!]
[Chao Mi said it best… chicken fights bore me, but two powerhouses clashing for 40 minutes? I’m drenched in sweat!!]
[FR was amazing too! PNG was just stronger this time—but I believe it’s only temporary. Keep going!!]
[Is it just me, or are all the rookie mid-laners this season absolute monsters?]
[Honestly, they’re both freaks of nature. Still, Reling totally popped off today—way better than usual.]
[Fake fan: “Brother, you’re so handsome~~” / Real fan: “Bro, I’m going to solo-kill you today!” (lol)]
[ Shame though, this generation of idols can’t even grant their fans the simple wish of solo-killing them^^]
As the chat scrolled on with jokes and banter, everyone waited for the post-game review.
Soon, the big screen switched to the MVP selection screen.
The first game’s MVP was Ji Yunyu.
In the photo, he stood sideways with one hand in his pocket, his gaze tilted toward the camera, the other hand hooking at the choker half-hidden beneath his team jersey collar.
…He’d never actually worn it during official matches for fear of affecting gameplay, but for the photo shoot, he’d stubbornly insisted on putting it on.
Coach Chen Chen’s comment: “He’s got too much time on his hands.” (eyeroll)
Seeing the first MVP, Chao Mi raised his brows. “Oh! Game one’s MVP goes to Cloud! Honestly, that Fan’en–Fanlei combo—they both could’ve gotten it. Both our Wind and Cloud performed brilliantly! But Cloud’s stats were just a little flashier.”
As for the second game—there was no question. The MVP went to Sui Ning.
KDA：9/2/10
Kill Participation: 75.2%
Damage Share: 30.1%
Damage/Gold Efficiency: 157%
Gold Difference @ End: +3160
MVP Count: 11
“PNG has only played 16 games so far this season,” Chao Mi exclaimed, “and Wind already has 11 MVPs! Isn’t that just tyrannical?!” He joked, “If you weren’t so handsome, I’d be sick of seeing your face by now!”
The audience burst into laughter.
Indeed, it was tyrannical—11 out of 16! He wasn’t even giving his teammates a chance to shine.
——
PNG backstage.
Although they won, these two games also exposed many issues, so no one was particularly interested in the post-match interviews, and the draw randomly picked someone to go up.
Wei Ye: …
He looked at the noticeably short slip of paper in his hand, his expression gloomy. “Don’t pick me… the fans definitely aren’t expecting me. Those who know, know.”
Chen Chen waved his hand. “Doesn’t matter, just say a few words casually—it’s not like it’s a big tournament. We’ve got to get back and review the games anyway!”
“…Alright then.”
And so he really just said a couple of casual lines.
For example, when the host asked how he felt about his performance today, he bluntly replied: I played okay, but not as good as Feng-bao.
Fans: ?? Wait, what?
The chat immediately filled with a string of question marks.
Host: “…Uh, so the team actually calls Wind that privately?”
“Not exactly,” Wei Ye replied. “Only when he’s playing carry. At least for a few hours. But it seems like there’s never a time when he doesn’t carry.”
Host: “Was that requested by someone, or did the players just do it on their own?”
“Lin Zhaoxu started it, but he’s always the lowest in seniority. It’s kind of funny—I joined in too.”
Host: “And how does Wind himself react to it?”
Wei Ye laughed. “He said—okay, but unnecessary.”
The more people call him that, the more Feng-bao suffers the social embarrassment.
…Are you guys elementary schoolers? The host was speechless and forcibly changed the topic. “I see! FR put quite a bit of pressure on PNG today—what do you think about that?”
Wei Ye shrugged casually. “Huh? I didn’t feel pressured. I wasn’t the one getting endlessly tower-dived.”
[???]
[Too real, bro!!]
[Damn, Mye is the ultimate pressure king. First he hits the Treant, then Baby Bear—today no one’s touching my tower hahaha]
[The one getting endlessly tower-dived, Son Xuxu: Excuse me, are you polite? hahaha]
The host choked again—this interview was truly impossible to continue!
Miss the cute little Feng-bao! Bao, why didn’t you come to the interview, ugh—!
Wei Ye shrugged. “Bro, we’re trying to clock out here, hurry it up!”
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