LOL: What is a roaming mid laner?

A logistical battle is going on in the YM base.

Guo Hao stood in the corridor of the dormitory area and looked at the four rooms on both sides. The team members were all packing their luggage in the room.

"Brazil is in the southern hemisphere, and the climate difference from ours is very obvious."

"Everyone should be cautious and bring two changes of short-sleeved shorts in addition to the team uniform." Guo Hao warned.

Lin Weixiang bought a pair of sunglasses and two pairs of beach shorts, and happily stuffed them into his suitcase. It seemed that he had made up his mind to travel.

"Jack, do you have a lot of empty space in your suitcase? I'll find some stomach medicine and stuff it here with you." Guo Hao knew that Jack was a glass person now, and stomach medicine and anti-allergy medicine were must-haves.

Seeing Jack nod, Guo Hao hurriedly found the small medicine box.

Su Cheng stood in front of Lin Ran's dormitory door, flipping through the memos on her phone.

"Visa, passport, UnionPay card, wallet, T-shirt, shorts..." As she read, Lin Ran counted the items in the suitcase, "By the way, remember to bring a sweatshirt."

Lin Ran looked up from the mess, frowning and wondering, "The average temperature in Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro is more than 20 degrees. You want me to bring a sweatshirt?"

"You might catch a cold if you don't adapt to the climate. It will be very uncomfortable if you don't have a sweater to block the wind." Su Cheng said rationally, and then softened his tone, "Just bring it with you. The suitcase is so big and it doesn't need to be small. Give me some space.”

"Okay, okay..." Lin Ran couldn't stand Su Cheng speaking in this tone, so he moved his arms and started digging in his closet.

There are many styles of sweatshirts, and he randomly picked a plain white sweatshirt from Clover.

"No, this one looks a bit thick, why don't you change it to that one?" Su Cheng pointed to a black Balenciaga hoodie in the closet.

"You put it on and let me see?"

Lin Ran was obedient, put his hoodie on over his short-sleeved uniform, and then spun around in front of Su Cheng.

"This is much better." Su Cheng looked at it for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, grabbed his collar with both hands, and Lin Ran took off his hoodie as if he had practiced bone-shrinking skills.

Su Cheng simply stacked it and put it into the silver suitcase.

"You came in and sat down. What were you doing at the door?" Lin Ran put the razor on the table into the box.

Su Cheng frowned, "I don't. You're not the only one in the dormitory. It's not good to just enter someone else's room."

"Hey, you still know I'm here?" Garlic Bastard said in a sour tone. He was sitting on the bed packing clothes, and a team uniform was folded in a mess by him.

"You didn't fold the clothes like this..." Lin Ran saw Xiaotian's clumsiness, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and stepped forward to take the team uniform.

He found three points on the longitudinal line of the collar: the collar, the middle, and the tail of the hem.

Then hold the point of the collar with one hand and the middle with the other hand, fold the points and tail of the collar, then shake and arrange the exposed sleeves to fold them in.

In just five seconds, the team uniforms turned into neat squares.

Xiaotian showed his starry eyes, "Brother Ran, you can take care of yourself!"

"That's it," Lin Ran said perfunctorily, "I've been here like this since I was a child."

The garlic bastard who didn't want to work hard immediately started to flatter him, trying to encourage Lin Ran to help him fold his clothes.

"You moved too fast just now and I didn't see it clearly. Can you demonstrate it to me again?"

Lin Ran's cell phone rang twice, and there was new news coming through.

"Su Cheng, check your phone for me," Lin Ran said without looking back, "I'll fold the clothes for Garlic Bastard."

Su Cheng picked up the mobile phone on the table.

Lin Ran had recorded her fingerprint before, and Su Cheng gently tapped the home button with her thumb to unlock the phone.

"What's wrong?" Lin Ran, who was folding clothes, asked her.

"Oh..." Su Cheng handed him the phone, "This is from your dad."

Lin Ran threw a pair of Xiaotian's sweatpants into the suitcase, turned around and took the phone.

Lin Mingdong sent him several notes on going abroad and voice messages.

[Be safe when going to Brazil and go with your teammates. If you want to visit attractions, I recommend you to go to Monte Cristo and Ladder Church]

[I visited these two places when I was on a business trip, and the scenery was both good]

Lin Mingdong's tone was much gentler than before.

Lin Ran chose words, sentences, edited two messages and sent them back.

He originally expected to get a classic smiling face - although this expression is seen more as provocative and eccentric in the eyes of young people, in the eyes of middle-aged and elderly people, it is a very simple smile expression without other meanings.

But what I didn't expect was that Lin Mingdong actually sent an emoticon.

The chubby hamster has bulging cheeks and gestures like a scissor hand.

It belongs to the same series as Lin Ranchun who posted the emoji before the showdown.

No matter how Lin Ran looked at it, he felt that this emoticon pack was somewhat inconsistent with the style of Lin Mingdong's landscape avatar.

Just as he was about to reply to the message, Lin Mingdong's WeChat call came over.

"Let me check your luggage for you." Su Cheng was considerate and asked Lin Ran to leave the dormitory first. She squatted at the door alone and checked the items in Lin Ran's suitcase against the memo on her phone.

"Hello?" Lin Ran ran to the end of the corridor, where he could see the YM sign on the lawn through the window glass.

"After you go to Brazil, don't leave the hotel. It's not very safe there at night. If you have to, it's best to travel in pairs." Lin Mingdong reminded.

Lin Ran knew that Lin Mingdong had gone to Brazil on a business trip to discuss network business the year before last, so he was right.

"Okay, I understand."

The two of them fell into the awkward situation of having nothing to talk about.

Several trucks drove into the club gate, and several workers were dragging various cabinets out of the trucks. It seemed that the office area on the first floor was going to be renovated while the YM first and second teams were not competing.

"I sent the villa key to your company, please remember to check it." Lin Ran looked at the workers working below and suddenly remembered this matter, "Your room is on the third floor, and I didn't put anything in it..."

"I can do it myself." Lin Mingdong said hurriedly.

Lin Ran originally wanted to say that he could help refer to the furniture and decoration style, but Lin Mingdong blocked him immediately after saying this.

"...That's it."

Lin Mingdong found another topic, "I heard that your World Championship will be held in China this year, right?"

"Um."

"I will go to watch your game then."

Lin Ran moved the soles of his feet unnaturally, "It's not certain whether he can enter the World Championship..."

"It will definitely work, I believe you." Lin Mingdong answered.

"...Well, I will definitely try my best." Lin Ran felt a warm current rushing through his heart, and his voice became softer as well.

"Have you packed everything?" Guo Hao carried the small medicine box and returned to the corridor again. Passing by Jin Gong and Doom's room, he poked his head in. "Jin Gong, please pack two more pairs of pants. You have enough shirt!"

"Jack, you put these medicines in the suitcase, and the prescription certificates were stuffed in for you..."

Su Cheng put a shoe box into the suitcase at this time, just enough to fill it up.

"Put it at the door. When we leave tonight, we can just push the box away!"

The group enjoyed a dinner at the base, then played two games of qualifying to maintain their skills. They left the base on time at 7:30 pm and took a bus to Pudong International Airport.

It was the peak hour when planes were stopping, and the paint on YM's vehicles was too conspicuous. As soon as the BMW parked at the airport, several spectators who were interested in LPL gathered together.

"Are you leaving for Brazil today?"

"Lin Ran, can you take a photo with me? I've been your rational fan for ten years."

"Jack, smile quickly, the crooked one!"

"Jin Gong, please sign your name for me..."

Xiaotian saw that his teammates were all welcomed by the fans. Looking at the fans running towards him, he couldn't help but raise his chest and raise his head, and move his fingers - so that the font would look better when he signed his name later.

"Little bastard, can you say something disgusting to me?" the fan held up his mobile phone to record.

The Garlic Bastard is speechless.

"Don't you want to sign?"

The fan is a cute little girl who looks like she is traveling with her suitcase.

It's just that the words were a little hurtful.

"No, your signature is too ugly. I'll just ask Ran and Jin Gong to sign it. You should be responsible for the yin and yang," the girl lightly stamped her foot, "Everyone should perform their duties."

Xiaotian's defense was about to be broken by her, and the turtle's shell was about to crack.

"Get out of here, get out of here, don't disgust me here." He was furious.

The girl responded happily, ended the recording with satisfaction, and ran to Lin Ran for a photo.

Riot China headed by Vincent and Tengjing Sports staff headed by Bobby arrived at the airport one step ahead.

The number of staff is beyond imagination, including almost all employees of Riot China.

"So many people are here?" Lin Ran was a little surprised.

Vincent squeezed next to Lin Ran, "Everyone is paying great attention to this MSI."

"In October, the World Championship will be held in mainland China for the first time. Riot Games China and Tengjing Sports are responsible for the planning and operation of the entire process, including contact with the local government, approval of venues and centralized arrangements for hotels..."

Vincent paused, "The requirements above are also very simple. If you have good results, you can say anything. There will be no problem with getting the green light all the way. All media attention and news resources can be provided."

"Do you understand now?"

"You're putting us under a lot of pressure." Lin Ran smiled and punched Vincent.

He understood what Vincent meant. This year's MSI is considered to be the most valuable international event before the World Championship. YM, which emerged from the LPL with a crushing force, will undoubtedly become a touchstone.

The quality of your results will affect the amount of resources given to you in this year’s World Championship.

"Just play normally," said Vincent, carrying his suitcase. As an accompanying translator, he will also go to Brazil with YM. "As long as we don't fall in the semi-finals, it won't be a big problem."

"Isn't it easy to get to the finals? You look down on people too much," Lin Ran thought that Vincent would say harsh words like 'If you don't win the championship, you will swim back to China', but he didn't expect that the bottom line was just to get to the finals.

"Is it possible that we can still lose to Europe and the United States?" Jack stepped forward and put his arm around Lin Ran's shoulders. "This year, Europe is coming to G2, right?"

"Well, G2-8." Lin Ran laughed.

This meme comes from last year's MSI. The European champions G2 achieved a record of 2-8 at MSI. As the champions of the European division, they couldn't even make it to the semi-finals and were criticized by the European audience.

"That's really not feasible," Jack shook his head repeatedly. "They didn't qualify for the group stage in the World Championships last year."

A group of people took their boarding passes and prepared to board the plane.

Before leaving, Su Cheng pulled Lin Ran over, pulled the wallet out of his pocket, and stuffed a lot of bills into it.

"I have never been to Brazil before, but the Internet says that there are a lot of black people robbed there," she closed her wallet. "If you go out alone, take 100 reais with you. If you encounter a robbery, give the money to them. This way the robbers won’t be left empty-handed and angry.”

"There are 3,000 reais here, which should be enough for you to spend."

(Tips: 1 real ≈ 1.21 RMB)

Su Cheng put the wallet back into Lin Ran's pocket and put her fingers in his pocket without taking it out.

"I'll be back in 20 days, very soon." Lin Ran patted her back.

She was so slender and thin, Lin Ran could easily touch the delicate butterfly bones on Su Cheng's back.

"You happen to have to review for the midterm exam, right? I'm not in the country and you don't have any other distractions. Study hard." Lin Ran reached out and rubbed Su Cheng's ears.

A blush ran up Su Cheng's neck and up to her earlobes. It looked bright red, with a jade-like warm white in the crimson color.

"Send me a message when you get to Brazil and we'll contact you then." Su Cheng took a deep breath to calm down and took his fingers out of Lin Ran's pocket.

Lin Ran followed his teammates and turned back step by step, watching helplessly as Su Cheng disappeared from sight.

The journey was too long, so Riot China booked them in business class so they could lie down and rest.

The group of people almost occupied the entire business class cabin of the flight.

"...Welcome to take this flight. Our destination is Guarulhos International Airport in Sao Paulo, Brazil. The flight will stop in Seoul, San Francisco and Houston. The total flight time is 35 hours and 35 minutes."

The sweet voice of the flight attendant spread to all corners of the cabin.

"It's been too long. I'm afraid my waist will be broken after landing."

Liu Qingsong said at the side that he didn't know when he snatched Lin Weixiang's sunglasses, put them on and raised his chin, looking quite arrogant.

Lin Ran put on his headphones and prepared to have a good sleep.

The plane bumped slightly and climbed upwards.

"Wuhu, take off!" Jack seemed to be in great spirits.

Lin Ran had no time to talk to him. It was already approaching his rest time. The excitement for the upcoming competition was intertwined with the fatigue that came over him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When they arrived in Sao Paulo, Brazil, it was already May 8. Lin Ran rubbed his sore and weak waist and got off the plane.

As soon as I got on the shuttle bus with my suitcase in hand, the hot wind and sea breeze hit my face.

The urban development here is much worse than that in Shanghai. Lin Ran walked around and took pictures. The Latin teenagers playing football on the roadside were elegant and the bustling city life was filled with the local cultural atmosphere of Brazil.

He kept all the foreign scenery that interested him in his mobile phone, and then shared it with Su Cheng through the Internet.

The hotel environment arranged by Riot Games was quite good. Except for the food, Lin Ran couldn't find any flaws.

After checking into the hotel and having a good night's rest, Lin Ran rubbed his waist and got up early the next morning.

[Has the dog gotten up? 】

Su Cheng just sent a message.

[When I woke up, I felt a little dizzy due to jet lag. 】

[It’s okay, I put some melatonin in your suitcase, remember to take it]

Lin Ran glanced at the time. The time difference between Sao Paulo and China was 11 hours. It was just getting dark in Brazil at this time, and it should be getting dark in China.

[Did you just finish class? ] He typed and asked.

Su Cheng replied quickly.

[Yes, I will go to self-study after dinner, finish my homework, watch the game video and then go to bed]

[You go to eat quickly, I won’t disturb you anymore]

Lin Ran got out of bed and ignored the Garlic Bastard who was still sleeping soundly beside him. After washing up, he went downstairs to eat the buffet breakfast alone.

As soon as he entered the elevator, he met two unexpected people.

Faker and Peanut.

"Good morning." Little Peanut was more lively. He communicated with Lin Ran in simple English.

Lin Ran was deeply impressed by him, not only because of Little Peanut's handsome face and cute demeanor, but also because of his outstanding strength.

Like Xiaotian in S6, he is a rising star in the jungle position. The contrast between his fierce playing style and his cute appearance has attracted a large number of fans to him.

He, like other teammates, chose to leave this year after the original Tigers team fell apart.

If smeb gathered the three heroes of the LPL and the old captain of KT to form the Avengers, and used his career to fight against the behemoth SKT, then the little peanut chose the easiest and smoothest path.

If you can't win, join.

Little Peanut won the true biography of Du Shubao.

It is indeed an easy and simple path.

Although Peanut's status in the S7 Spring Split has been ups and downs, many of the deciding games in the regular season have been handled by Xiaoheiblank.

But this still couldn't stop them from sweeping KT 3-0 in the spring split finals to win the championship and successfully get a ticket to MSI.

"Morning." Lin Ran shook hands with him.

Then he extended his palm to Faker.

Li Sang Hyuk was stunned for a second. Looking at the tall man in front of him, he subconsciously extended his left hand.

But Lin Ran is not Ren Dong, and he has not yet mastered the skill of Immortal Grip.

The two were awkward for a while before shaking hands as a sign of goodwill.

"Are you guys going down for breakfast too?"

"No..." Little Peanut said and gestured, "The Riot official asked us to shoot a promotional video."

Just as Lin Ran nodded, he heard a message from his cell phone.

Guo Hao reminded them in the group to go to the group stage match in the afternoon, including rehearsal positions and pre-match interviews.

"I will definitely defeat you this time." Li Sang Hyuk suddenly spoke, staring straight at Lin Ran.

His English was average and he struggled to speak, but he conveyed the general idea well.

"I don't think it's possible," Lin Ran shrugged. "The outcome of this year's MSI will most likely be the same as last year's World Finals."

"I just hope you don't cry after the game, otherwise it will take away the limelight of our championship."

Faker roughly understood the meaning of Lin Ran's words, and his face flushed slightly with shame.

The clip of him crying when he lost the final last year was made into various animations and circulated in various LOL forums. It was as popular as a game between him and Yue Lun in S3.

In the past six months, Faker has been humiliated by some Korean viewers, and he has fully realized the unpleasant feeling of being used as a backdrop.

He wants to complete his revenge.

"I'll see you on the field. I'll let you know how good I am then." Faker raised his chin, trying hard not to let Lin Ran see his flushed face.

The elevator made a pleasant sound and reached the floor where the breakfast buffet was located.

Lin Ran said goodbye to the two of them and left the elevator holding his cell phone.

After breakfast, Lin Ran went back and lay down for a while, looking at the version updates and changes and the LCK Spring Split finals, intending to study MSI's opponents.

In the afternoon, everyone in YM gathered again and went to the CB LOL studio in Sao Paulo, where the group stage was held, for interviews and rehearsals.

However, Jack seemed to have slept too much, and he looked bleary-eyed when he arrived at the scene, and his whole body was swollen.

Lin Ran saw Jack's face swollen into a pig's head, and his eyes could hardly open, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

"I thought you were beaten by the prophet last night."

"Get out of here," Jack rolled his eyes at him, "Dude, I'm just a little swollen from sleeping too much. It'll be fine in a while."

Although it would be fine later, the makeup artist was very embarrassed. He could only delay Jack's shooting opportunity and let other team members be interviewed first.

Lin Ran was asked what he thought of his opponents in the group stage. He didn't make any wild claims. He just said that the performance of YM and SKT should be better than the other four teams.

This is the truth.

Faker also expressed the same idea in the interview - although the other participating teams are also very strong, the championship is destined to be born between SKT and YM.

The interview tape was released the day before the group stage, and no one was surprised.

After all, the top four of last year's S6 global finals were all taken by the two major regions of LCK and LPL, and the champion and runner-up of S6 also successfully won the championship in their respective regions and advanced to MSI. Needless to say, their strength.

However, G2's official Twitter seemed to be very dissatisfied with the remarks made by Lin Ran and faker.

They started working on it that night.

G2 mid laner Perkz took the lead in tearing up the uniforms of YM and SKT and throwing them into the trash can, replicating their previous attitude of contempt for the European heroes, and then spoke publicly.

"Tomorrow we will let the clowns in Asia understand who is the real king."

They also translated this sentence into Chinese and Korean and posted it on Twitter to cause trouble.

The schedule for the first day of the group stage has already been announced. Each of the six teams will play two games a day, and the group stage will be completed in just 5 days.

On the first day, G2 will face SKT and YM from the two major regions.

This time the powder keg was instantly ignited.

YM and SKT don't like each other, and neither one is convinced by the other, but when will it be the turn of G2, a team that dominates the European civil war and cannot enter the knockout rounds in either MSI or S competition, to start provoking?

In the hearts of both teams, G2 is not as good as EDG. Although they are known as the top eight every year, they have BO5 to play in every world championship. Isn't it better than G2, a rotten fish?

Not to be outdone, the operations staff of the two teams began to fight back.

SKT’s official Twitter responded with a picture, which shows a cartoon character symbolizing G2 holding the white flag of G2-8, with the four teams of SKT, RNG, CLG and Flash Wolves overhead like mountains pressing on G2.

The four teams were the teams that qualified in the 2016 MSI group stage, and it was they who gave G2-8 the famous nickname.

The YM official Twitter responded with a message.

"? It seems that you are suffering from paranoia, but it doesn't matter. We will cure your disease tomorrow. I hope G2 can survive 25 minutes."

Finally, he sent a picture of his hands clasped together, "I hope everyone is okay."

【Fight, fight! 】

[G2 has an itchy bottom, how dare he scream? He wasn't defeated in last year's MSI and World Championship, right? 】

[I was so happy before the classic game, but fast forward to the game when I was blocked in the fountain and beaten violently! 】

No matter what, G2 successfully ignited the strong smell of gunpowder among several teams through the adjustment, and the group stage battle is about to begin!

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