Chapter Two: The Price of Ten Seconds

"Then how do I play?" Zhou Ye demanded. "Weak side." "When Ash played, did Tang Ce dare walk into our jungle?" The room tightened. "We don't have to concede it," Lin said. "Tang starts blue, then enters our red at level three. If mid has priority and Chen moves four seconds early, we trap him." "His last six games started red," Chen noted. "The day after tomorrow, he'll start blue." "Evidence?" Lin had none. His sight existed only once a match loaded. This was merely a confident inference about how Crimson punished rookies. Su tapped her pen. "Practice both plans. We decide from level-one vision." Before scrims, Lin went to the bathroom and inventoried his life. Ying standing in rehabilitation for the first time.