Chapter 112: What a Coincidence

Time gradually passed as Jiang Zheng immersed himself in intense practice with various heroes, becoming familiar with each hero’s skills and movements. He didn’t expect to master every hero to an exceptional level, but understanding their abilities and gestures was absolutely essential. Knowing these was tantamount to understanding one’s opponents; without familiarity with their skills and actions, winning was out of the question.

Fortunately, Jiang Zheng found a shortcut to accelerate his learning. Numerous tutorial creators had deeply analyzed each hero’s skills, runes, and equipment. With these resources, all that remained was for Jiang Zheng to dedicate time to summarizing and internalizing them, combining this knowledge with his own insights.

However, League of Legends had been around for many years, boasting over a hundred heroes. Though Jiang Zheng had played the game for quite some time and understood many heroes, truly mastering them all still demanded a significant investment of time.

Beyond enhancing his game comprehension, Jiang Zheng had to attend classes and prepare for his plans, structuring his days tightly and productively.

Zhou Quanyi and the others were somewhat surprised. They noticed Jiang Zheng had recently become obsessed with League of Legends, spending his time either watching strategy guides or playing the game. Meanwhile, Zhou Quanyi had become absorbed in live streaming and played games far less, only completing daily tasks for his neglected games before logging off with a bit of swagger. His involvement in competitive games had dwindled considerably.

Two weeks flew by in this manner.

On the weekend, Jiang Zheng did not head to the library but stayed in his dorm to prepare for the upcoming competition. Jiang Qianyue, having not seen him at the library, messaged to inquire why he hadn’t been there. Jiang Zheng replied that he had some matters to attend to, so he hadn’t gone. She didn’t press further and suggested they go together next time, to which he readily agreed.

This weekend, Jiang Zheng went out to pick up a package. It contained the gaming keyboard, mouse, and a gaming laptop he had purchased—an entire setup that cost him over twenty thousand yuan in total. The keyboard and mouse alone were priced just above two thousand yuan, while the laptop cost nearly twenty thousand.

When facing top-tier professional players, quality equipment was indispensable. Jiang Zheng didn’t want to lose a match simply because his gear was inadequate; failure was something he found hard to accept.

He was particularly eager about the temporary skill enhancement he had heard about. Though he hadn’t tried it yet, the description alone was enticing.

Jiang Zheng had spent a long time selecting this gaming setup. Initially, he had struggled between choosing a desktop and a laptop. From a performance standpoint, desktops were undoubtedly superior. He could configure it with a 3090 Ti graphics card and a curved monitor, maximizing gaming performance.

But the problem lay in the inconvenience of a desktop, which couldn’t match the portability of a laptop. Knowing that space was limited in the school dormitories, a desktop, while excellent, took up too much room and was difficult to store.

After much deliberation, Jiang Zheng opted for the laptop. Though its performance couldn’t rival a desktop’s, it was sufficient for playing League of Legends. As long as the game ran smoothly during matches, the rest wasn’t a major concern.

His previous laptop could still run League of Legends but occasionally lagged. For casual play, it was fine and didn’t cause much trouble, but competing against professional players demanded something better.

Walking toward the sports stadium, Jiang Zheng noticed a lively scene. Upon closer look, it was a club recruitment event.

With the new students’ military training concluded, freshmen were about to begin their true university life.

Clubs formed an essential part of this experience, offering opportunities to make friends, enrich campus life, and develop various skills.

There were many clubs on campus. Beyond the more official ones, most were quite interesting.

After military training, clubs began their recruitment drives. For a club to survive, it was vital to continually bring in fresh members.

Watching the club recruitment, Jiang Zheng was momentarily reminded of himself when he first entered campus—so inexperienced and naive.

He recalled the club he had joined back then, which he hadn’t attended for a long time. Busy with part-time jobs, he avoided club activities whenever possible, eventually becoming an outsider with no one calling on him to participate.

Now, with system tasks demanding his attention, he had even less time for clubs.

Feeling a twinge of nostalgia, Jiang Zheng didn’t linger long.

Everyone had their own choices and lifestyles at different stages of life. For him now, picking up a package was far more interesting than watching club recruitment.

Just as he was about to pass by, a sly voice called out, “Senior, what a coincidence!”

Jiang Zheng turned to see Pei Xin bounding over excitedly.

Noticing that Pei Xin wasn’t wearing her military training uniform, Jiang Zheng couldn’t help but be struck by her fresh beauty.

Pei Xin’s call drew many gazes, especially from the boys nearby, whose looks carried faint hostility.

Sensing the attention, Jiang Zheng sighed inwardly—another troublemaker.

“Senior,” Pei Xin said as she bounced toward him, her twin ponytails bobbing with each leap.

“Are you joining a club?” Jiang Zheng asked.

“Yes,” Pei Xin nodded.

“Have you decided which one you want to join?” he inquired.

“I’m still hesitating. I’m torn between the Martial Arts Club and the Taekwondo Club. Not sure which to pick. Do you have any advice, senior?” Pei Xin frowned slightly, troubled.

“Just choose the one you like. I think either is fine,” Jiang Zheng replied.

“Senior, you sound so dismissive,” Pei Xin pouted.

“Well… joining a club is a personal choice. I’m an outsider, so I can’t really give you much advice,” he said.

Suddenly, Pei Xin’s eyes lit up. “Senior, how about this? I won’t join any club. You just teach me.”

Jiang Zheng was dumbfounded. “Teach you what?”

“Kung fu—hee hee ha hee,” Pei Xin said, gesturing animatedly.

“I don’t know kung fu, so I can’t teach you,” Jiang Zheng said.

Despite his fighting prowess, which stemmed from exceptional physical fitness and strength, he truly wasn’t versed in kung fu or martial arts techniques.

“It’s not kung fu,” Pei Xin insisted, “I’ve seen it myself. Don’t try to fool me.”

“Then what is it?” Jiang Zheng asked.

“Not kung fu, but how you do this and that to subdue someone,” Pei Xin said, mimicking moves.