Rise

mid outer tower, waiting for the first minion wave to arrive.
On the other side of the lane, he spotted the LeBlanc.
He narrowed his eyes and mumbled, “I got this.” His opponent was Yan Liang.
But that wasn’t who he saw across from his Twisted Fate.
He was playing against LeBlanc. Rake. She was Rake’s main and favourite Champion.
To play against LeBlanc was, in a way, to play against Rake. I have to win this. He focused on the game.
His hands were steady, his gaze locked on the screen.
The world around him disappeared until there was only him and the LeBlanc. I can’t lose against him.
I won’t.
Never again.

The Blue and Red minion waves crashed in the middle of the lane.
The LeBlanc and Twisted Fate moved forward to last hit the minions.
Both Champions worked on their creep score, while also looking for opportunities to deal damage to each other.
LeBlanc had the clear advantage in this aspect.
She was highly mobile with Distort, which allowed her to jump forward and back to her original position, while the Twisted Fate wasn’t.
So it came as no surprise when she found more openings to damage the Twisted Fate than vice versa, pressuring him and pushing him back towards his own tower.

“Man, what the… How is he doing this? Guys, guys, tell me how he’s doing this!” Westwind said into his microphone, chuckling.
Then he continued, “Ah, nevermind.
I’ll tell you how he’s doing it! By being really fucking good! He’s keeping up with the LeBlanc in CS despite her pushing him back far behind his own outer tower! This is some insane skill!”

Silent Reed looked at her co-commentator and giggled.
Then she turned back to look at the screen and shook her head.
“You know what surprises me the most? The Twisted Fate is playing so passively.
I have to say, it’s hard to believe that’s the same player as the Annie from last game…”

There was more to a lane match-up than the two Champions.
In a scenario where everything else was equal, the LeBlanc would pressure the Twisted Fate and force him back.
But there were plenty of things that were not equal in this match-up.
Most notably, the difference in skill between the players.
Lin Feng was a far better player than Yan Liang.
He had superior mechanics, positioning, awareness, and reflexes, just to name a few.
This allowed him to play in whatever style he chose, rather than being forced to stick to one style or another, like less skilled players would.
And he’d decided to play this game passively.

An Xin sat next to Ren Rou in the special viewing area, watching the game on the large screen.
It showed mid lane, with LeBlanc pushing into the Red Team’s outer tower.
She focused on the Twisted Fate and how he was playing.
How he was letting himself be pushed underneath his tower.
How he was working on his creep score, rather than trading blows with the LeBlanc.
How he was playing exactly the way he wanted to play.
An Xin shook her head, smiling.
She knew Lin Feng better than anyone. That LeBlanc makes you think of Rake, huh? Is that why you’re actually playing, and not just fooling around? She chuckled, shaking her head, and mumbled, “What a big idiot.
I guess we won’t have to worry about winning this game anymore.”

Yan Liang was completely oblivious to what was happening.
From his perspective, he was winning the lane.
He smiled smugly. What happened? Why are you hiding under your tower? Oh, wait, is it maybe because it isn’t all that easy to play Twisted Fate against my LeBlanc? Is it maybe because you’re getting countered, like I was last game? Huh? Show me that big stupid ass grin again! He chuckled, then laughed.
Lin Feng had really gotten to him last game, so he was eager to return the pain in kind.

Oh, look! A new wave of minions! Here, let me show you how to CS! Yan Liang laughed out loud, evoking glances from his teammates.
But he didn’t care about that.
He only cared about doing to Lin Feng what Lin Feng had done to him last game.
He pressed the TAB key and compared his creep score to Lin Feng’s. Uh, huh? What? They were almost dead even. How the fuck… Then Yan Liang watched his minion push in front of the Red Team’s outer tower.
He laughed again, his whole face beaming with schadenfreude. Let me help you miss last hits on all those minions!

Lin Feng watched the LeBlanc attack the new minion wave fast and hard.
She tried to clear it instantly, so she could then start pressuring him. It’s so obvious. He shook his head, not minding the LeBlanc, and focused back on the Blue minions.
There was a surprising sense of calmness.
It didn’t matter that the LeBlanc was pushing him underneath his tower.
He even prefered it this way, because Rake would also push him underneath his tower. Rake would do it a lot better though. Lin Feng took long and deep breaths.
The LeBlanc in front of him split in two.
One was Yan Liang, while the other was Rake.
Lin Feng didn’t care about the first.
That LeBlanc was easy to beat.
But he did care about the other. Rake.
I’ll beat you! He started adjusting his style and play, searching for a way to beat Rake-shadow.

Lin Feng had to thank Yan Liang for putting so much pressure on him in lane.
It helped him imagine playing versus Rake.
This was exactly what he wanted, because the fastest way to improve was through adversity.
He made it difficult for himself on purpose, almost forcing Yan Liang to play in a fashion similar to Rake.
The only thing letting him down was the fact that Yan Liang simply wasn’t anywhere near as good as Rake.
There was always an opening, always a mistake to exploit.

Yan Liang had cleared the Red minions in the latest wave.
The Twisted Fate still had to clear two caster minions.
He grinned, waiting. Come on, step forward.
You know you want to! The Twisted Fate took a few steps forward to get the last hit on one of the two caster minions. GREEDY IDIOT! HA! He slammed down on his W key–Distort! His LeBlanc jumped forward.

The audience had two very contrasting reactions.
One half was screaming in joy and cheering in excitement.
Yan Liang was going to get First Blood! After all the pain and suffering in Game 1, this game would be his show! The other half held their breaths.
They stared at the large screen above the stage, biting on their nails, terrified that Lin Feng would give away First Blood.
“Watch out, Lin Feng!” was what they wanted to shout.
But they didn’t because he couldn’t hear them anyway.