Chapter 12: Goodnight Tactics! First Competition!
“You’re a bit too perverted.” Jiang Yuan threw away the wet wipe. “Let’s train.”
Su Wanwan pouted, put on her little shoes, and turned toward the screen.
The morning training consisted of continuous solo matches.
Through extended high-level play, her base stats were also improving.
[Detected player ‘Su Wanwan’ mechanics improvement, B-→B]
[Coach Points +10]
[Detected player ‘Su Wanwan’ awareness improvement, D→C-]
[Coach Points +10]
At noon, the keyboard clicking gradually stopped.
Su Wanwan took off her headset, let out a long breath, shook her wrists, still excited.
The private room door opened, and Ji Shiyun came in carrying an insulated bag, smiling warmly: “You’ve worked hard, babies. Time to eat!”
She efficiently distributed the meal boxes—Su Wanwan’s favorite fish-flavored pork rice, and spare rib rice for Jiang Yuan.
Su Wanwan’s eyes lit up as she cheered: “Long live the club president!”
Ji Shiyun smiled, about to say something when her phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the number, frowned slightly, apologetically raised her hand to signal, then stepped outside the room to answer.
The door wasn’t closed tightly, letting fragments of conversation drift in.
“Wasn’t it already agreed…?”
“…Alright… I’ll figure something else out…”
Jiang Yuan paused his eating.
The president… seemed to be under pressure too.
2 PM.
Five girls gathered in the private room.
Jiang Ruoxi still wore that familiar white hoodie.
Except today, the small white brand logo on her chest had changed to blue embroidery.
Jiang Yuan’s gaze swept over it: “Why do you always wear this same style?”
Jiang Ruoxi was looking down, organizing her headphone cable. Hearing this, she looked up: “I think spending energy on fashion is… a waste of time.”
Jiang Yuan nodded.
On the other side, Su Wanwan couldn’t wait any longer. She bounced up from her chair, blinking her big eyes: “Everyone, how did you know I won solo against Coach Jiang today? Several rounds!”
She was smug, her pink hair practically glowing.
Qin Shu pushed up her glasses: “Coach went easy on you, right?”
Zhao Xiaomeng was secretly applying nail polish, tilting her head: “Wanwan, you look really pretty today.”
Not getting the expected amazement, Su Wanwan was a bit annoyed: “Dad, did you go easy today or not?”
“No, Wanwan is strong. That’s also what we’re practicing this afternoon—the main tactic, Goodnight Tactics!”
Jiang Yuan seriously announced this tactical name.
Except for Jiang Ruoxi, the other girls all laughed.
“Don’t laugh.” Jiang Yuan sat among the five, opened training mode, and explained:
“Core concept: create mid lane advantage. Wanwan, your job is to solo kill the enemy mid at any cost, then radiate to the jungle and take over the game.”
“To help you create opportunities, the support will go straight to the mid lane brush at the start, looking for chances to force the enemy mid’s flash or lower their health.”
“Now let me break down the specific handling for the first five minutes.”
Jiang Yuan finished explaining.
Ranked team training began.
First game.
Support Zhao Xiaomeng selected Braum and headed straight to the mid river brush at game start.
Seeing the enemy Twisted Fate show up, following coach’s instructions, she unhesitatingly flashed Q [Winter’s Bite], applying slow and her passive!
The enemy TF was bewildered and had to use flash.
Next came Su Wanwan’s showtime.
LeBlanc already had an advantage against TF, and with the enemy having used flash, first blood came the moment she hit level three!
Su Wanwan chuckled softly, mentally marking her opponent as weak.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuan knew the game was over.
A Platinum-rank TF couldn’t possibly withstand Su Wanwan with her S+ talent activated.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later.
Four solo kills in mid, 80 CS ahead, three levels up on the jungler…
The enemy team surrendered.
Looking at the post-game damage stats, Lin Yuanyuan’s deep female voice rang out: “Wanwan, not bad!”
Zhao Xiaomeng tilted her head: “Does JK give buffs? Send me the link?”
Jiang Yuan smiled: “Come on, let’s continue.”
After several practice games, the effect was remarkable.
Once Su Wanwan gained an advantage, mid lane became an absolute power point.
The enemy simply couldn’t handle it!
From initial doubt and surprise, teammates gradually became accustomed to praising her…
The support and ADC’s early game roaming to help mid establish advantages became increasingly smooth.
Five ranked games finished, all wins, with Su Wanwan taking MVP in four games.
Only one game where the early game wasn’t smooth saw Jiang Ruoxi’s jungle carry take over late game.
Overall, today’s team training was very successful.
Both S+ cores showed remarkable improvement.
Qin Shu sighed: “You should look at someone with new eyes after three days apart. Ruoxi, Wanwan, your improvement speed is too fast—I can’t even understand it anymore.”
After everyone rested briefly, the private room door was knocked.
A group of male students stood at the entrance.
Jiang Yuan looked at them: “You’re here?”
“Yeah, Brother Yuan.” Yu Feng grinned widely: “Rushed over right after class!”
Behind him were several familiar faces—Jiang Yuan’s classmates who he’d coached during class competitions.
There was the slightly chubby ADC, ID ‘Jinling Uzi.’
The support with a deep champion pool, ID ‘Jinling Dr. K.’
And the Diamond mid laner who claimed he could go 50-50 with Faker, ‘Jinling Brother Kai.’
Following this naming logic, the top laner naturally couldn’t escape either, ID ‘Jinling Zeus.’
Yu Feng was relatively modest with ID ‘Jinling God of Jungle.’
Jiang Yuan stood up, walked over, and punched Yu Feng’s shoulder, then turned to introduce the girls:
“Everyone, meet my classmates. This afternoon, we have a practice match with them—best of three.”
Yu Feng’s gaze swept over the five girls, breathing in the room’s fragrance, feeling a bit nervous.
He didn’t know which one was his front-and-back curvy top lane girl.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, following their class competition tradition of mandatory trash talk before games.
So he raised an eyebrow: “You all look so pretty, you’ll probably cry really loudly when you lose later, right?”
Jinling Uzi: “Let