Canyon scum
He passed through League of Legends S7 and became an RNG reserve jungler.
Because his predecessor's performance in the competition was extremely bad, he was criticized by the entire Internet at the beginning.
[Ding! Detected that the host is extremely shameless. System activated.]
[Collect negative emotions and you will receive the corresponding reward.]
[The more famous a person is, the more distress points they provide.]
Thus, a contestant who could fight the heavens and earth appeared out of nowhere.
" Puppy, you haven't gone out for half a day. Are you putting tiles on the spring?“
"Fragrant Pot, are there many mushrooms in the wild area?"
"Sister Zhou, can we not talk?"
"There can't really be people who are my fans, right? How bad would that be?"
Not only that.
A scum had appeared in the Korean server's high-end department.
Top Mid Sunlight Clown, Money Stealing Karma, Spitting Dragon Lady, disgusted nine people in one game.
He danced and taunted, flashed his dog tag and taunted, laughed and taunted, typed and taunted…
As long as it was something done by humans, he would not be involved at all.
Even though he was the number one player in the Korean server for a short period of time, he was still known as the " Esports Scum " by countless professional and high-end players!
Countless people gritted their teeth and hated him to the core.
However, there were also people who called him a god!
On the podium of the S7 World Championship, he held the championship trophy in his hand and looked indifferent." Does anyone really think that it's difficult to win the championship?"
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