You’re Supposed To Be The Villain, But You Effortlessly Win Over The Female Leads?

Chapter 78:

The commentators on stage were ecstatic.

“The score is now 10-0! QF is completely dominating the LGG team! Jiang Feng, our unstoppable demon king, is playing at an exceptional level! His performance with jungler Zhuge Liang is simply phenomenal!”

“Jungle Zhuge Liang already has 10,000 gold! And we’re only 10 minutes in! With an economy like this early on, I think we can already congratulate QF on winning the championship!”

“Last year, we missed the title, but with Jiang Feng on the team this year, it’s a whole new story!”

…

On the big screen, Zhuge Liang was fully equipped, taking down enemies effortlessly. His presence was overwhelming—nothing could stop him. To enhance the viewing experience, the director switched the camera to show Jiang Feng’s point of view.

“The world is like chess, and every move counts.”

The elegant strategist, clad in white, wielding a fan, moved through the battlefield as if playing a game of chess, each action calculated. In the final clash, Zhuge Liang found himself surrounded by five enemies. The crowd held their breath, tension rising.

The five opponents, blinded by desperation, unleashed all their skills on him. But no one anticipated what happened next—Zhuge Liang activated his second skill, transforming into invincibility, dodging every attack flawlessly.

Every skill missed!

When the Korean team saw Zhuge Liang glowing with golden light, despair filled their faces.

How could they possibly fight this?

Their skills failed, and Zhuge Liang’s health was still full. Two seconds later, with a simple flick of his fan, Jiang Feng moved Zhuge Liang across the battlefield. The enemies, like helpless little birds, were picked off one by one.

“Firstblood.”

“Doublekill.”

“Triplekill.”

“Ultrakill.”

“Pentakill.”

In just a few moments, the ground was littered with bodies. Zhuge Liang, standing like a god amidst the fallen, had barely lost a third of his health.

“**Jiang Feng!**”

“**Jiang Feng!**”

“**Jiang Feng, Champion!**”

“**Jiang Feng, Champion!**”

The audience erupted in deafening cheers. Everyone leaped from their seats, screaming his name. Their faces were filled with awe, looking at the young man in black as though they were witnessing a deity.

Masterful.

Incredible.

When the victory screen appeared on the big screen, the roars of the crowd nearly drowned out the entire arena. The commentators were equally excited, their voices full of energy.

After the teams exchanged handshakes, Jiang Feng stepped forward, standing alone under the brightest spotlight.

All eyes were on him.

…

With just a soft motion of his fingers, the overwhelming noise of the crowd hushed instantly. His eyes shimmered with emotion.

“Thank you all for your support. A year ago today, I was just a student. Back then, no one believed I could become a professional player.”

Jiang Feng’s calm voice radiated quiet confidence. The charisma developed through time and hard work was now fully evident.

“What I want to say is, it doesn’t matter what others think of you. What matters is what you think of yourself. If you believe in yourself, you can achieve anything.”

His words rang through the silent arena, resonating with everyone in the crowd.

…

In the audience, Jiang Yuan’s expression was complicated.

Over the past year, his relationship with Jiang Feng had become distant yet pleasant. His son still called him “Dad” and continued to live at home. He wasn’t angry with him anymore.

When reporters once asked Jiang Feng about Jiang Yuan’s potential remarriage, Jiang Feng had replied indifferently, “As long as my dad is happy, I have no opinion.”

Those calm, detached words had stung Jiang Yuan deeply. He felt like he had lost his son for good, as if Jiang Feng no longer cared about him.

…

After the ceremony, Jiang Yuan congratulated Jiang Feng briefly before finding an excuse to leave. Bai Qingqing, meanwhile, joined Jiang Feng and his team for the celebration banquet.

By the time the banquet ended, it was already nine in the evening.

Driving back, Jiang Feng glanced at Bai Qingqing, who was drunk beside him, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “It was my celebration, but you ended up drinking more than I did!”

Bai Qingqing, her face flushed, leaned against him, laughing. “I’m just happy!” She slurred her words as she twisted in her seat. Suddenly, she turned to Jiang Feng with a serious expression. “Hey, have you seen our CP super talk?”

Jiang Feng, in the middle of passing a traffic light, nearly slammed on the brakes at her question.