"He's here to crash the party!"
"Feels like Angela vibes…"
"So many streamers, so many ranked kings—and you're telling me Tu Bro really got three straight chickens? I can't accept this!"
In the venue, the crowd buzzed with disbelief.
For them, what just happened felt like a dream.
They almost wanted to slap themselves to see if it hurt.
But the cheering squad reacted fast.
Even though many of them had already retired, pro-player sensitivity was still there.
They stood up immediately and charged toward Lin Fan at center stage.
"Champions! We're champions!"
"Fan-ge is cracked!"
JackeyLove originally thought this would just be a formality.
After all, this was Teamfight Tactics.
The only thing it shared with League was that the cards were champions—besides that, nothing really connected.
But even reaching finals was already absurd.
He'd "just played a bit" and instantly mastered it.
There was no word for it besides genius—his game talent was terrifying.
To be honest, pro players' game talent is usually good too.
For example, JackeyLove was also pretty strong at CS:GO.
In Naraka, with just a bit of practice, he could play well too.
Of course, not at the level of competing in tournaments.
If you put in real work, you can build it up—but then are you still a League pro?
Lin Fan's insane part was this:
He could practice other games, and his competitive form didn't get affected at all.
That was crazy.
If JackeyLove could also play other games while keeping his form, his career would be just as joyful.
To outsiders, a pro "just plays games."
But playing 10+ hours a day, every day, only one game—anyone will get tired.
It's simple:
A game as entertainment makes you forget to eat and sleep.
A game as work feels completely different.
JackeyLove stared at Lin Fan, thoughtful.
Fan-ge always emphasized "happy work."
Slacking off and playing other games looked happy.
Maybe because of that, his form stayed good and his champions came fast—one or two games and he'd already grasp the essence.
Should JackeyLove also relax his mind sometimes?
Then he immediately shook his head.
If he stopped training properly for even two or three days, his form would drop faster than you could imagine.
Especially now that he was getting older.
Everyone has their own way to regulate.
Tu Bro's kind of relaxation definitely wasn't suitable for him.
The director immediately cut the camera to the results screen.
A crowd surrounded Lin Fan and started celebrating.
"Holy crap, Tu Bro's connections are insane."
"The entire esports circle is his people."
"Just the guys on that stage yelling would cause an earthquake."
"For a player like him, China only has one. But worldwide, there's another—Genshin Bro…"
"If Tu Bro meets Genshin Bro, they'd definitely sympathize with each other and become friends."
"Probably. But didn't Genshin Bro get backlash at Worlds last year?"
"Yeah but… Genshin Bro is a world-champion support."
"True. Then what's Tu Bro a champion of?"
"Damn it—LPL Spring Split champion, TFT China champion."
"F*ck! I'm done. Spring champion counts, sure, but TFT China champion—what the hell?"
"Just tell me—is it a championship or not? Don't act like TFT isn't a real championship. Maybe he becomes world champion later."
It sounded wrong… but somehow you couldn't refute it.
And honestly, it felt possible.
Tu Bro was three straight chickens.
Especially the third game—while being targeted by everyone, he still forced his way through and found a winning line.
And Chinese-region champions generally performed well at Worlds.
As China's first seed, he definitely had the ability to win the global finals.
In no time, Tu Bro's championship shot up on Weibo trending.
"The upside-down hair washer—you can start washing now."
"But I think he was scared, that's why he only said upside-down washing. If he really believed Tu Bro couldn't three-chicken, he should've promised five industrial fans!"
"Hahaha, bro really won it. Before the matches started I already felt Tu Bro would create a miracle."
"What the hell, this is too insane!"
"We are champions!"
Right beneath the "champion" trend was another hot search:
"TES roster all went to watch onsite."
Meaning: TES didn't train properly.
Those two trends next to each other looked absurdly funny.
But for League fans, it was painful.
MSI is about to enter the most crucial stage, and you're all going to accompany Dine as he goes crazy?
Everyone lost their minds?
Most outrageous: management said nothing.
No response at all.
For traffic, the club doesn't even care about their own mothers anymore?
They had already seen the club's "true nature," sure…
But MSI is so important, and they still let the player go wild?
They truly couldn't accept it—especially because TES actually had championship potential, yet didn't cherish the chance.
Have you ever seen a team fool around during Worlds and get a good ending?
Just look at "Seaside Boy" two years ago—finals, and he basically lost his own people. That Ezreal was so "handsome," anyone who watched S10 will never forget it.
So this really set League fans off.
They poured their anger onto Weibo.
"I said it before—Dine is a rat turd. As a pro he doesn't train, and sooner or later he'll poison everyone."
"Not training means you can't go far. And now you don't even cherish this rare championship chance. What are you thinking?"
"Does Dine really think he can win trophies without training?"
"Just because he used some little tricks and got fans from other games, he thinks he's top-tier? It's all fake—only built on winning League matches."
"Watch. Even if they reach finals, they'll get smashed by SKT!"
"Hahaha, TES probably doesn't even know the results today. SKT is back in form—3–0 and they send G2 home easily."
"We said it already: SKT always sucks in BO1. They even lost to Flash Wolves before. And Flash Wolves couldn't even get out of groups every year…"
Weibo turned into total polarization.
The League-only crowd flamed TES from top to bottom.
Lin Fan got "special care."
They even wanted TES to fall hard in MSI.
Everyone not training?
They needed a painful lesson.
Fall hard once, and they'll learn that getting cocky has no good ending.
Even with so many bloody examples, people still insist on learning it personally.
Meanwhile, the crowd that became fans through Lin Fan's other games jumped straight into celebration, overjoyed.
A championship is an honor, isn't it?
More honors is better—proves you didn't stan the wrong person.
As for League? If they win, great. If not, it doesn't matter much.
Especially because they'd just fought League fans yesterday—some of them would rather Tu Bro *not* win this League championship.
At the venue, the award ceremony ended, and Lin Fan held the trophy for photos.
"Damn… I never imagined Tu Bro's second trophy would be TFT," Gangzi said, looking at the trophy with a complex expression.
"Don't you have a trophy too?" Lin Fan laughed.
"F*ck. I didn't even play that tournament. Someone signed me up, and a month later the trophy got mailed to my door," Smlz said, numb.
Every time "trophy" got mentioned, he'd get roasted.
Because besides that trophy, the only thing on his shelf was a flower pot.
It was a little painful.
But it was a pity too—Smlz's talent was real, top-tier ADC back then.
He was just ruined by that BO10.
If the format had been more detailed and fair, the rematch fiasco wouldn't have happened.
The celebration atmosphere was maxed out.
Nobody noticed Yu Shuang was already preparing to interview.
Only later did Auntie literally shove people aside to carve a path.
"Player Dine, I really didn't expect we'd meet in this setting."
"Haha, honestly I didn't expect today's host would be you."
It was all Riot's ecosystem anyway—TFT is Riot, the organizer is Riot—borrowing LPL's main host wasn't a big deal.
And when hosts don't have casting duties, they also take event gigs.
Simple: if someone pays and the event fits, they do it.
No one fights money.
And this year's TFT finals heat was maxed out.
Hosting onsite helped their own exposure too.
Being chosen as the onsite host puts you among the best in the industry—Luo Xin was jealous enough to drool.
She'd been so excited when she heard TFT was looking for a host that she and "Number Two" even brainstormed poses for the stage intro.
More screen time means deeper audience memory.
Sadly, compared to veteran hosts, she still lagged behind and didn't get the slot.
So she could only watch from below.
"Tu Bro, did you ever imagine you'd lift this trophy today?" Yu Shuang asked into the mic.
"Mm… actually, the moment I sat at the PC, I felt this championship was mine."
"So I believe in heaven's arrangement. I just roll; the rest is luck."
"Fate didn't disappoint me. Especially game three—when I saw a two-star Heimerdinger and a single Tristana, I knew it was stable."
Yu Shuang smiled and nodded.
"No matter League or TFT, Tu Bro is as humble as ever—blaming everything on luck."
"But as the saying goes: luck is also part of strength. Today you used strength to create the perfect performance."
"So this championship is well-deserved. I believe the audience agrees."
Yu Shuang was great at driving emotions.
As soon as she finished, the venue erupted in cheers.
"TFT King Tu Bro!"
"Deserved—who's still saying Tu Bro is only winning on luck? These three games were pure strength."
"Insane. Clear head, clear plan."
Yu Shuang saw the crowd so hyped that she deliberately waited a moment—letting them vent emotion and letting Lin Fan hear the cheers.
Anyone would enjoy this moment.
After a while, she raised the mic again.
"Hearing all this cheering—how do you feel right now?"
"Calling it 'happy' would be lying. It feels like my effort got recognized."
"So for Worlds, I'll go all-out too and won't disappoint…"
On stage, JackeyLove almost lost it.
Because he thought of League Worlds… but S isn't for another four or five months.
So Lin Fan clearly meant TFT Worlds.
Not gonna lie—Fan-ge is busy.
Wake up, grind DNF dungeons, clear Genshin stamina, log into Infinite Borders and beat up kids.
Then PUBG, Naraka, Apex to "keep form."
It's honestly exhausting.
Fan-ge holding it all together isn't easy.
If people really knew, they probably wouldn't spam "train"—they'd feel sorry for him.
Since TFT already reached this point, next is the global finals for a world championship.
Then should Naraka, Apex, PUBG be "arranged" too? Compete there and stack trophies?
Could it become: he won everything… except League?
That terrifying thought popped up and JackeyLove instantly shook his head, chills running down his spine.
What am I thinking?
Fan-ge is my teammate—if he wins everything but League, am I cursing myself?
It should be: he wins everything.
A genius like him will become a unique "all-game grand slam" player.
The interview continued.
"Tu Bro, for TFT Worlds, do you have a goal?"
"If we talk goals—then it's definitely the championship."
"So in the time ahead, I'll train even harder and prepare properly."
"Ah…" Yu Shuang froze for a second.
But Lin Fan looked dead serious, and inside she was screaming:
Bro, you're a League pro—MSI BO5s are still coming up!
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