Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: How on Earth Did You Play Like That?
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Half the season had passed.
ST3's record was an undefeated streak.
It couldn't be better.
"True player, you capped off the final match of Round 1 with a victory. Any words for the fans?"
I flashed a bright smile at the announcer's question and opened my mouth.
"I don't know about other teams, but against Milky Way, I think I put in a little extra effort to take them down."
As I said that and tapped the logo on my uniform with my fist, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands.
"Come to think of it, True player, you've been an ST fan even before you were a prospect, right?"
"Yes. So facing Milky Way again after so long feels special."
"...After so long?"
"No, I mean... I ran into Milky Way's Phillydog player in solo queue before, and in a way, today's game is an extension of that. I don't want to lose to anything Milky Way-related. I hope you understand it that way."
"Ah, yes. That's so like True player—sincere about every single game!"
I almost slipped up big time.
This was my first time facing a team using the name 'Milky Way S'.
"Moving on to the next question. Who do you think will be today's Player of the Match?"
"Me."
No need to think about it.
In one set, I did a force show, and in the other, I brainlessly carried Ox through laning and teamfights alike.
If they don't give it to me, I'll go cry my eyes out at the caster's desk.
"No hesitation at all?"
"Yeah. I'm a bit curious if it'll be unanimous, but I figure the analysts or observer might give a vote or two to Ox, so I won't ask for more than that."
And sure enough, the POM—Player of the Match—went to me, with two votes split between Ox and Plook.
"As far as I know, POM winners and victories come with extra bonuses. True player, now that Round 1 is over and you're heading into the break, what are your plans for that money?"
My teammates were giving me those subtle expectant looks from the side.
It wasn't like I was squeezing blood from a stone—turns out I was earning more than I'd thought.
"...First things first, we should have a team dinner."
At those words, the crowd up front was one thing, but my teammates next to me exploded in cheers.
Lucky they didn't hug me.
"And the rest, I'll put back into goods for my viewers who are ST fans."
For the record, yeah, I had money to spare.
Truth be told, after moving into the dorms, I had nowhere to spend it.
I never snacked late anyway, and the fanciest thing was booze, but drinking with this body would get me kicked out of ST.
And ST merch doesn't come cheap.
Honestly, my pocket money was generous enough that regular students would have to save up months' worth without spending a dime just to afford one uniform.
"Alright, final question for our players. Any plans for this break?"
Normally it'd just be the POM winner, but since it was the last day of the round, the whole winning team was still on stage.
"I'll watch some LOCK games and stream more often. Of course, only Rock—no other games."
At least no horror games. No horror games.
After my safe answer, the mic went to Ox.
"I gotta keep playing Rock."
"Such passion!"
"Well, yeah, but... Eun-seol... No. Nothing. Anyway, look forward to the next round."
As I grinned at him, Ox immediately tucked tail.
"O... Oh! Next up, Plook player?"
The veteran announcer smoothly passed the mic to Plook amid the crowd's laughter.
"The season's not over till it's over. I want to keep my senses sharp."
The guy already sounded like a vet in interviews.
"Now, Strike player?"
"Coach told my bro Ji-seok that if he wants to argue concepts, fix his rank first, so I'm planning to solo queue all day."
Coach clutched his head at that.
Thinking back to last season without me and Plook, I could guess the team's state.
"Oh, was that something I shouldn't say?"
"We'll talk later at the dorms, Bong-gil."
"Eek."
As Coach ruffled Strike's hair...
"And finally, Bell player?"
"No rest for me either. Rank over spoons."
"......"
Our team seriously talks without brain filters in interviews unless it's me or Plook.
Bell that guy only gives crisp orders in-game when needed, but pipes up loud about anything ADC-related.
Maybe our break priority should be classes on interview skills and rhetoric.
Anyway, the interviews wrapped up.
"Wanna grab some food?"
"Meat?"
"Then Bong-gil, go reserve a spot first."
"Why me?"
"You ditched us quick as Kai earlier."
"......"
ADCs really need to be raised strong.