Chapter 21: Livestream
Under Yuan Jibai and Song Qi’s pestering and grinding, Chi Jing and Qi Feng couldn’t hold out and could only helplessly join the five-man queue. The two sat in front of the computers, looking at the familiar King of Glory game interface on the screen, a wave of speechlessness surging in their hearts. At the same time, viewers in the livestream room began sending bullet comments one after another.
【Old geezer, do you know what four big words are written on your face?】
Chi Jing saw this comment float by and got curious.
“What words?”
【Forced to Open for Business】
One bullet comment triggered a pile of “hahaha”.
【Why does this buddy speak so bluntly?】
Song Qi was sleepy beyond endurance. What kind of good person streams from 2 PM straight until 7 or 8 PM? Looking at the King of Glory interface, his brain was about to explode.
“Brother Bai, sing a song to energize me!”
Yuan Jibai laughed hey-hey.
“Sister who loves Brother, listen to Brother say~”
“Brother already has a wife at home~”
【?】
【?】
…
“Your love hurts her and hurts me~”
“Advise you not to be a mistress, that floating cloud life~”
The bullet comments scrolled crazily.
【Holy shit? Where did Brother take us? Is this 2027?】
【? Abstract Idol Group?】
【Grass hahahahaha damn, Brother Bai really knows how to perform!】
In Yuan Jibai’s livestream room, bullet comments rolled surgingly like a tide, seeming to drown the entire screen. These comments were dense, forming an ocean of text, making it almost impossible to see the content of each specific one. They interwove, forming a dazzling scene.
Qi Feng frowned, shook his head, and walked toward the pantry. Wu Cheng sat on the sofa watching the few of them go crazy. Seeing Qi Feng go to the pantry, he followed. “Your training volume is too high today, stop playing.”
Wu Cheng glanced at his wrist. “Does it hurt? I’ll go get you a plaster.”
Qi Feng frowned. “I’m fine.”
“I know you’re fine. Who doesn’t know you’re fine every day?” Wu Cheng interrupted him. “But it’s unnecessary. It’s just ordinary ranked matches. Quality over quantity. I watched the games you played today; your thinking and everything are still very good. Your training hasn’t stopped these past few days; your hands need rest!”
Qi Feng drank some water.
“Just listen to me once… Yesterday KK hurriedly called the doctor to the base, and in the end, the person was carried out on a stretcher! Heard his waist suddenly couldn’t move. You, someone with severe waist and hand injuries, can’t you rest?”
Qi Feng glanced at him. “Did you open vision (place wards) in KK’s base?”
“Who can hide this kind of thing? You think you have occupational diseases and other teams don’t know? Can this kind of thing be hidden?!” Wu Cheng wondered, why was he stubborn as a dead donkey? “Estimate is their Shooter will retire this year. They’ve already started quietly looking for a new Shooter!”
Qi Feng stiffened. He put down the water cup. “You know even this?”
Wu Cheng gave a “Mn”. “I won’t hide it from you. The Jungler from Team CK came to find me before. His punishment was the lightest in that team besides Chi Jing—banned for one season. His contract expired long ago. He contacted me privately and revealed that other teams were contacting him, probably wanting to raise his own value.”
Qi Feng nodded. “How did the talk go?”
“Talk your big head!” Wu Cheng said. “Does our team lack a Jungler, or do you want to be replaced by a newcomer?”
Qi Feng pulled his lips, but couldn’t smile.
The esports industry was like a high-speed machine, eliminating and updating its parts every second. Some people might have excellent competition results but lacked sufficient fame; while others emerged in the industry relying on their own fame, but their actual results were not ideal. In this fiercely competitive and unpredictable environment, people could only choose to fight and struggle constantly, trying to achieve better results to attract more attention.
In this field, no one could be remembered forever. Only those who continuously created brilliant records could possibly leave their footprints in the river of history. So, no matter who it was, they needed to put in huge efforts to pursue success.
Qi Feng’s physical condition was still not very good. He hadn’t fully recovered from the fever and was still coughing a bit. He slowly drank all the water in the cup, then carefully washed the cup and put it back on the counter. After doing this, he turned his head and looked at Wu Cheng with a smile, trying to reassure him in this way. This smile appeared very gentle and kind.
“I can still play. Trust me.”
Wu Cheng was furious in his heart! Looking at the brat in front of him, he really wished he could go up and punch him twice. But he couldn’t do that, because this brat was also a member of his team, and a very important one.
“What can I do with this brat?” Wu Cheng cried secretly in his heart. There were only five people in his team in total, and unexpectedly there were four stubborn donkeys and one stubborn hoof. How was he supposed to manage these donkeys?
Every time they encountered a problem, these hotheads always stuck to their own opinions and refused to listen to his advice. Especially that brat, stubborn enough to cause headaches. He always felt his own ideas were the best and couldn’t listen to anything others said.
Wu Cheng sighed helplessly. He knew he had to find a way to solve this problem. Otherwise, continuing like this would affect the whole team. He was too decisive and self-centered, not looking like a captain at all.
Qi Feng returned to his seat, closed the game interface, and said, “I’m not playing anymore.” At this time, Mo Jingchun beside him also chimed in, “I’m not playing anymore either.”
Seeing this, Song Qi understood in his heart that their hands might be uncomfortable from playing games for a long time. So, he thoughtfully took out two plasters from the drawer. He kept one for himself and threw the other directly to Chi Jing: “Help Qi Feng apply it!”
Qi Feng’s face plainly wrote a sentence: Oh ho, brother has good eyes!
Mo Jingchun consciously extended his hand to Song Qi. Song Qi naturally helped him apply it, and after finishing, he pinched his wrist to help him massage. The bullet comments in the livestream room never stopped!
【What’s the situation? Why do I feel Yuan Jibai is being isolated [no]】
【Dying of laughter hahaha Yuan Jibai: I should be under the car, not inside the car~】
【Why are the Mid and Jungle a bit shippable?】
【To the person above, shipping everything only leads to balanced nutrition!】
Chi Jing’s fist hardened.
Qi Feng was quiet for two seconds. “Gege, help me apply it?”
Chi Jing softened. With a proud face, he helped Qi Feng apply the plaster well, and mimicking Song Qi, gently pinching Qi Feng’s wrist.
Yuan Jibai: “…?”
Bullet comments:
【?】
【?】
【Brother?】
Bad news, it seems like they are shipping something real!
Wu Cheng stared at the livestream comments, his face turning green. Finally, this stream was closed under Wu Cheng’s WeChat bombardment.
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