LPL: Starting with Azir playing AD carry

Chapter 82 Rich or Poor

Mu Chun was stunned.

Since the original owner ran away from home, he has never returned home and has spent the Chinese New Year alone at the base.

After all, if you come out to play professionally with full enthusiasm but don't get a formal contract, you really don't have the face to go back.

However, as the old saying goes, whether you have money or not, you should go home for the New Year.

Besides, now that he's a starter and has received a bonus, he should definitely go back.

He was typing on his phone.

……

The 28th, Lunar New Year's Eve.

During the Spring Festival travel rush, coupled with the suddenness of the incident, tickets were not easy to buy. After some twists and turns, I finally returned to my hometown, which I had not seen for more than two years.

Following the route I remembered, I found the floor.

Mu Chun reached out and fumbled for the key, unsure if the locks at home had been changed recently.

As I reached for the keys, my mother's voice came from inside the house.

"Xiao Feng, check if this is your brother's team?"

"Mom, you've got the wrong game. This is for washing glass; my brother plays computer games."

"Oh, you can just search for 'Bronze Medal Game,' the one my brother plays, and then search for something like 'First Champion,' only my old-fashioned brother still plays that."

The mother's voice was filled with joy, "Found him! Look, your brother has gotten even more handsome in two years! He's on this roster, and it looks like he's even in the starting lineup! See if you're right!"

Then came a muffled complaint, "It seems so. My brother is such a good gamer, he even dared to run away from home. Does he think he can't get the first pick? Please pay more attention to me, I have my high school entrance exam in six months."

Click.

Thankfully, the locks hadn't been changed.

Mu Chun sighed with relief and opened the door.

"I'm back!"

The mother immediately stepped forward, tightly grasping Mu Chun's arm. Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice trembled, "You've lost weight...you've grown taller..."

"You've lost weight? I've been eating very well these past two years. I've really taken good care of my health," Mu Chun said with a smile, her nose tingling.

"Hey, who's back?" A man wearing an apron came out from the direction of the kitchen.

Excitedly joking, "Who are you? How do you have a key to my house!"

Mu Chun laughed, "Dad, stop joking."

"Good lad, you've grown taller than me in just two years." Dad walked up to him in a boisterous manner and patted Mu Chun's shoulders with his rough hands.

The mother reached out to stop her.

But her father had already pulled Mu Chun inside, saying, "Come on, now that you're back, don't just sit around, come into the kitchen with me."

He glanced at his younger brother and pointed to Mu Chun's luggage, "What are you still standing there for? Go back to your room and study, and take your brother's luggage with you."

The younger brother glared at Mu Chun complainingly, then grabbed a handful of potato chips, stuffed them into his mouth, and snatched Mu Chun's luggage away.

Mu Chun smiled and let go of his hand, then went into the kitchen with his father.

Before long, her mother came in to help.

As soon as she came in, she asked, "Xiaochun, are you tired?"

Before Mu Chun could answer, his father spoke first, "Making money is always tiring, as long as he enjoys it."

"Did you read the contract carefully? Are there penalties for not playing well? Do you have to win the game?" the mother asked with concern.

Mu Chun smiled and shook his head, "There aren't that many requirements. If you don't play well, you'll just not be allowed to play."

The mother nodded, seemingly understanding.

"Oh, why are you so concerned? Xiaochun is eighteen already, he's not that stupid. What he needs to do now is make more money, find a girlfriend, and have a grandson as soon as possible."

"While we're still young, we can still help take care of them."

Mu Chun paused for a moment.

Are people pressuring people to get married as soon as they turn 18?

He immediately changed the subject, "Dad, let's have a couple of drinks tonight, just the two of us."

The father nodded, then looked at Mu Chun, "Okay, you go and rest. Your mother and I will take care of the kitchen, so don't cause any trouble."

……

That night, after a few rounds of drinks, Mu Chun returned to his room.

The room was still the same as before, with a bunk bed.

They have been living in the same room ever since the younger brother was born.

As soon as I entered the room, my younger brother, who was studying at his desk, turned around and asked, "When did you start drinking?"

Then, his eyes showed no sign of surprise. "You didn't get your starting position by drinking, did you?"

Mu Chun plopped down on the bed. "What are you saying? Go drink a first drink and let me see."

The younger brother, sitting at the desk, casually picked up a water glass. "I don't drink alcohol. Congratulations on making it to the starting lineup."

"I think they also won the Demacia Cup, right? And the Finals MVP?"

Mu Chun stood up and patted him on the back, "Good brother, I didn't expect you to care about your older brother so much."

"Trust me, you deserve a share of this championship."

The younger brother looked puzzled after hearing this.

Mu Chun then added, "Without you, I wouldn't dare run away from home."

That's true. Without a secret account at home, he wouldn't dare to run away even if he had ten lives.

The younger brother was exasperated. "Stay away from me. Your smell of alcohol is affecting my studying."

Mu Chun ignored him and looked at his test paper. "Do you want your brother to tutor you? Your brother got into high school back then."

The younger brother smiled contemptuously, "Don't you have any self-awareness? Your English score hovers around 70. If you're lucky, you might guess a few more questions correctly and get over 90."

"You barely made it into the worst high school, and you're tutoring me?"

Mu Chun yawned, patted his shoulder, and said, "Then you can study. I'm going to sleep."

……

A few days later, the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival gradually dissipated, and people who had returned home for the New Year gradually began to return to work.

Only the hanging lanterns swayed in the wind and a few bits of gunpowder remained.

Mu Chun had bought his ticket back to Shanghai early on, and he opened the door to his home in the early hours of the morning with his luggage.

But his father stood outside the door smoking. "Gone?" he said, putting out his cigarette.

Mu Chun nodded. "It's time to go back to training."

As the father entered the house, he turned back and said, "Go home now. Now that you've made money, don't smoke, and drink less alcohol."

"Also, take the money on the table with you. We're not old enough to need our children's money."

Mu Chun looked back and saw that the prize money from the Demacia Cup was on the table. Since the club provided food and accommodation, he only kept a portion of it and left the rest there.

"You can keep it; consider it safekeeping for me to prevent me from squandering it."

With that, Mu Chun went downstairs without looking back.

After Mu Chun left, his mother also came out of the room and said softly, "He's gone?"

The father nodded. "Let's go. Go back to sleep. You haven't been sleeping well these past few days. You didn't even ask him how many days he'll be staying."

"I'm just afraid to ask, because I'll feel bad when he leaves."

"You think he won't leave if you don't ask? He'll leave whether you ask or not. The kids are grown up, you can't keep them here. Go back to sleep."

……

IG base.

The New Year is over, and people have returned.

It has now clearly entered a period of adjustment.

After all, not many people go home for the Lunar New Year and will continue playing ranked games; everyone is currently trying to regain their form.

Time flies, and soon it was February 15th.

IG vs. FPX!