Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

Wu Bin was furious.

Without his consent, Song Bing had accepted this father-son match on behalf of the whole dorm.

Just because you're the dorm leader doesn't mean you can do this!

So if I came back even later, I would've suddenly got four wild dads out of nowhere?

Wu Bin felt his blood pressure rising.

And a bronze one at that!

What gave you the courage to accept this father-son match, Liang Jingru?

Song Bing looked embarrassed.

"Don't be mad, Wu bro, I may be bronze, but I'm not just any bronze,"

"I'm the king of bronze..."

Wu Bin rolled his eyes.

"But you're still bronze!"

Seeing the two still wasting time, Xue Gui shouted, "Can you two stop chatting? Get moving! I can't hold on much longer!"

Thinking of the decisive round, Wu Bin didn't bother arguing with Song Bing anymore and sat down at the computer, taking over from Song Bing.

The enemy marksman began to show off, typing in the public chat.

"Weren't you very awesome earlier? Why so quiet now?"

Song Bing watched, furious.

"Wu bro, that Varus is Zhao Hao, he's taunting you, aren't you going to taunt back?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Wu Bin couldn't care less about Zhao Hao, given they were at a significant disadvantage.

Fortunately, the game had just started not long ago, and they were still in the laning phase, without having collapsed yet.

The hero Wu Bin controlled was Ezreal.

As soon as he came online, the enemy Hecarim showed up.

Wu Bin could tell that they were targeting Song Bing, probably because Song Bing had the foulest mouth, so they wanted to teach him a lesson.

Unfortunately for them, the Summoner was no longer Song Bing, but Wu Bin himself!

The moment Hecarim came charging in, Wu Bin dodged away.

Though he didn't avoid the damage, he put some distance between them, avoiding Hecarim's slow.

Hecarim continued to chase, but Wu Bin kited him around.

By the time Hecarim realized his health was too low and tried to escape, it was already too late.

"Trying to leave? Did I say you could?"

Wu Bin charged forward and claimed the thousand gold bounty on Hecarim.

Howls erupted in the dorm room.

"Wu bro is awesome!"

"Ah, is this Wu bro's gameplay? Thrilling!"

"Hold steady, brothers, we're making a comeback this game!"

Before everyone could recover from their excitement, Wu Bin raised his hand and unleashed his ultimate ability.

Everyone was confused.

What's the meaning of this, celebrating with an ultimate?

Five seconds later, the enemy Darius who had retreated to base with low health was taken down.

Another six hundred gold in the bag!

Hiss!

Seeing this unfold, the viewers in the live stream were also unable to sit still.

"The Darius had no vision when retreating to base just now, right? How did he know?"

"He must've predicted it through the mini-map."

"You can predict that too? Wasn't he just tugging at Hecarim?"

"So this is the legendary multitasking? Too awesome, man!"

Wu Bin's move not only stunned the viewers, but it also scared the hell out of the guys in the next dorm.

"What's going on, are they cheating?"

The guys playing top and jungle next door were both dazed.

Before they could catch their breath, they saw Wu Bin, like a mad dog, chasing and attacking Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao was the one with the big lead as the marksman!

Soon, Zhao Hao's screen also turned black and white.

His complexion suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"Song Bing couldn't possibly have this skill level, did they bring in a ringer?"

A lackey rushed in from outside.

"Brother Hao, I've found out the truth," one of the underlings reported. "It's that squishy college kid back in the dorm; he's playing for Song Bing."

Hearing this, Zhao Hao's anger meter instantly maxed out.

The squishy college student he looked down upon the most, the disgrace of first-year college males, had actually killed him solo just now?

"Brother Hao, why don't we just quit and claim they brought in a ringer?" suggested the top laner nearby.

Zhao Hao slapped the top laner on the head.

"Are you ***ing kidding me? Wu Bin is from their dorm; who the hell would they bring in as a ringer?"

"Everyone, get your heads in the game and play seriously!"

"If we can't win today, none of you can even think about hitting the clubs with me ever again!"

Knowing that Zhao Hao was serious, the others dared not slack off and brought their A-games to the fight.

However, they still underestimated Wu Bin's skills.

Wu Bin played in an incredibly sleazy manner, and yet, his awareness was infuriatingly on point.

They'd be walking along, and suddenly, from a sneaky angle, they'd inexplicably get hit by a skill shot.

In less than ten minutes, the game had completely turned around.

Under Wu Bin's leadership, Xue Gui and his team were unstoppable, surging forward triumphantly, snatching the victory in this round!

"It must've been a fluke; that kid's Ezreal is probably his one-trick pony. Ban it so he can't pick it," someone suggested.

In the second game, Zhao Hao and his team began to target Wu Bin.

But in the face of absolute skill, all their efforts were futile.

In less than half an hour, they'd lost the second round, too.

The viewers in the live stream burst into laughter.

"Who'd have thought, despite being glass, Wu Bin is actually a pro-tier ringer!"

"Sweating bullets, little bro?"

"Feeling for the dorm next door for a second, looks like they got four daddy junglers."

"The game proves everyone's equal. What's this about being a rich second-generation? In League, it's all about skill."

"Noob, just go practice more."

In the neighboring dorm.

The atmosphere was oppressively tense.

"Brother Hao, should we... pull the plug?"

After two rounds of combat, they had finally realized that Wu Bin was a skilled player.

With their abilities, they surely couldn't beat him.

Just as they were hesitating to accept the game invite, Wu Bin sent a private message.

"Is that it?"

The brief message sent Zhao Hao into a rage.

"Damn it, let's screw him over!"

"Don't worry, we will definitely win this one," Zhao Hao declared with unfounded confidence.

The others didn't know where Zhao Hao's sudden confidence came from, but since he had said so, they could only follow him into the third game.

As soon as the game started, the top and mid laners ignored orders and engaged in a level one team fight, resulting in both their deaths.

Song Bing and Xue Gui cursed loudly.

Wu Bin, on the other hand, furrowed his eyebrows.

"Something's fishy here; aren't these two intentionally feeding?"

Wu Bin's suspicion was soon confirmed.

In the laning phase, their level of play plummeted, continually getting solo killed.

Wu Bin immediately realized that Zhao Hao must have pulled some strings in secret, buying off the two players.

After all, there were only four people in a dormitory, and Wu Bin had been in the hospital before.

So their dorm could only muster three players and had to call in two substitutes.

No wonder Zhao Hao dared to challenge them to a father-son match; he had a hidden trump card!

Wu Bin spoke up in the team voice chat, "Even if you're going to throw the game for me, don't make it too obvious. I'm streaming the whole thing live."

Once Wu Bin mentioned this, the two started to restrain themselves a little.

Still, even then, it was three against seven.

How could they win?

The mere thought of a potential loss made Wu Bin restless.

And just then, Wu Bin felt his head begin to swell with dizziness.

A shock of fear struck Wu Bin's heart.

***, not now—don't tell me I'm getting sick at a time like this!

Don't screw me over, big bro!