【37】 Dawn the Trash Mid Laner
Jiang Yan was almost made to laugh by this idiot. He saved a screenshot before replying to him.
[wrsxhd: Yeah, he is quite a bastard.]
[wrsxhd: I just took some points from you. Want to duo-queue?]
[wrsxhd: I’ll carry you and win them back.]
Wen Ran was now even more certain that Wind hadn’t been targeting him just now. It was clearly a normal match, yet he wanted to carry him to win back the points afterward. His idol was truly so gentle!
How could he be so good?
Consequently, he decisively abandoned Ai Fan and obediently typed a “Sure.”
Just as Wen Ran was wondering what kind of excuse to make up to brush off Ai Fan, the other party spoke up somewhat excitedly: “Dawn, Senior Twilight asked me to duo-queue. How about we play together tomorrow instead?”
“Mhm, go ahead then.” Wen Ran wanted nothing more than that. He immediately clicked accept and entered the room Wind had opened.
Although Wen Ran’s registered ID had been submitted, it wouldn’t be displayed until the official start of the season. Therefore, it still showed his personal ID.
Once inside, Wind directly locked in Ruiying and very gently asked Wen Ran if he could play Lingdang to protect him.
How could Wen Ran bear to refuse? He followed closely behind Wind like a shadow. After “lying down” for three rounds, Wen Ran finally understood why so many people liked playing Lingdang.
The prerequisite was having a powerful Jungle King.
During the matches, Wind didn’t mention his private matters much more. It made sense; he was just a fan and didn’t really know Wind, so it was impossible to comment on his life. Saying that the person Wind liked was a bastard had already overstepped the line. Since Wind didn’t blame him, he wouldn’t run his mouth further.
Wen Ran logged off the game and opened his phone with a jittery heart, only to find a mountain of unread messages and missed calls—all from Jiang Yan.
With a guilty conscience, Wen Ran simply tapped “ignore” and didn’t look at what Jiang Yan had sent.
He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to face it.
Meanwhile, after Jiang Yan went offline, he waited in the room all night but never received a single reply.
The next day, Wen Ran was woken up by Zhang Xu knocking on his door.
“Wen Ran, come with me quickly!”
Zhang Xu’s expression was hard to read, and it seemed like there was something very urgent.
Wen Ran was baffled, and even Ai Fan was in a daze. “What’s wrong?”
“The manager is looking for you,” Zhang Xu said. “Honestly, as a rookie, can’t you restrain your personality a little? You’re going to suffer a big loss…”
Wen Ran didn’t understand what he was talking about at all. He was led into the manager’s office in a daze, still wearing his pajamas, with a few tufts of stray hair sticking up on his head, which actually added a touch of cuteness.
At the door of the manager’s office, he bumped into Ye Xin, who had also just arrived.
Ye Xin shot him a cold glare.
The two hadn’t had any communication since their last argument.
Wen Ran was a bit speechless. His mood was already agitated because he had dreamed about Jiang Yan all night, and now he had to be disgusted by Ye Xin first thing in the morning.
“You two, how did you cause such a mess?”
The manager placed a tablet in front of them. On it was the Weibo trending topic:
#DS Old and New Mid Laners Internal Discord
It even included a video—it was the conversation between him and Ye Xin from that night.
[Good lord, I’ve really had my eyes opened. Is the competition within teams this fierce now?]
[So the question is, is this a rookie provoking a senior, or a veteran jealously suppressing a junior?]
[I was there. I watched the full video. Ye Xin crashed into this new Mid Laner twice and got his points eaten twice by the guy.]
[Adding to the person above: it wasn’t just eaten; in the first game, he used his signature hero, and in the second, he used his own and got crushed.]
[In short: a Masterclass game.]
[No way, it’s only been half a season since we saw him. Has Ye Xin become this trashy?]
[Please, Peak Tournament isn’t the professional league. So what if he won two games?]
[And this rookie hasn’t even played a single match yet, but he’s already saying he’ll press Ye Xin to death on the bench.]
[Tsk, a real thorn. DS has recruited a toxic tumor.]
[I’m honestly impressed. Even Yue Yang didn’t dare to be this arrogant when he first debuted, and everyone back then said he was the second Wind, a genius Jungler.]
[Don’t drag our Yue Yang into this, okay? What kind of low-tier team is trying to clout-chase our championship captain? Is this Dawn guy even worthy of being compared to Yue Yang?]
[DS is truly something else. The old Mid Laner streams to rake in money and ignores the matches, and the new Mid Laner is arrogant, conceited, and overly confident. Is this a garbage recycling station?]
[Thankfully my little brother didn’t transfer there, otherwise—tsk, what a hellhole.]
…
A player of Ye Xin’s level had a huge fan base, but naturally, he had many anti-fans too. So even though he deleted the stream replay, it had been screen-recorded.
“Dawn, you’re a new player. You haven’t even been on the stage, yet you’re this arrogant,” the manager said, rubbing his forehead. “It’s very easy to attract hate!”
“And you,” the manager looked at Ye Xin, truly angry this time. “You were so loose-lipped while streaming, accusing your own teammate of hacking. Where are you putting DS’s face?”
“I’ve already sent out an emergency PR statement to explain for you, but next, you both need to start your own livestreams to stabilize the audience.”
“I originally planned to wait until the Autumn Split started to open a streaming account for Dawn, but it looks like we’ll have to start operations early.”
The manager saw the friction between them, but fortunately, he didn’t force them to apologize to each other. He only gave them some instructions and ordered them to livestream today to explain, as player discord was not good for any club.
Wen Ran didn’t refuse. The other party was the manager, after all, and he had given them a way out. It wasn’t good to slight him. More importantly, he didn’t have much salary left to be docked.
Wen Ran had already decided to move out of Jiang Yan’s house. He had temporarily given up on moving because of Li Fenlan’s situation, but now that things with Jiang Yan had reached this point, staying any longer would be too shameless.
The base had dorms, so he didn’t need to look for an extra apartment. Wen Ran planned to go back in a day or two to move his things over.
DS’s contract was signed with Moon TV. Wen Ran had a new, verified account with only a few zombie fans from within the team.
However, with the team buying homepage traffic, the number of viewers was constantly rising.
After he started the stream, following the manager’s request, he waited until the viewer count reached two thousand before intentionally picking some bullet comments to answer.
— [Are you on bad terms with Ye Xin?]
“No,” Wen Ran replied expressionlessly. “It was just a joke between teammates.”
[?? Your family jokes like that?]
[To be honest, I thought they were about to start brawling.]
[Next door, Ye Xin also said it was a joke and even said that since Dawn is a rookie, he hopes everyone can be more tolerant of him. Look at him—that’s class.]
— [Why do you talk so arrogantly? And mock your senior?]
Wen Ran: “Talking big without skill is called arrogance. If stating facts counts as being arrogant, you should probably donate your ears.”
[???]
[Woah, you’re insulting people again?]
[Help, I’ve watched hundreds of SPL matches and I’ve never seen someone like this. Rather, even in the matches I’ve watched for years, I’ve never seen a player like this.]
[Innocent question: Is he going for the ‘hate-fame’ route? But the League isn’t the entertainment industry.]
[He even dyed his hair pink. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was snatched from a survival show.]
[Tsk, we SPL fans speak with results. Let me tell you, little brother, your face is useless!]
[If you want to make money with your face, go somewhere else!]
There were almost no good words for Wen Ran in the bullet comments, but he wasn’t angry; he was long used to it.
He maneuvered his hero to steal a Blue Buff. “Sorry, I don’t rely on streaming to make money. The ones paying my salary aren’t you guys.”
Implied meaning: I don’t give a damn.
[Holy crap, even Ye Xin with millions of fans hasn’t dared to say something like that. How are you so cocky?]
Wen Ran hadn’t specifically adjusted the camera angle, so it was a bit blurry and tilted. But even so, the young man shown on camera was exceptionally good-looking.
The rose-pink hair made his entire person look very fair, his features were delicate, and his long lashes added a hint of fragile beauty.
Wen Ran’s clothes were relatively loose. Because his shoulders were a bit sore after finishing a game, he reached out to rub them. As a result of the large movement, his shirt accidentally slipped down a bit, revealing half of a rounded, ivory shoulder.
As luck would have it, the soreness from rubbing his shoulder made Wen Ran subconsciously narrow his eyes slightly and bite his lip.
When he opened them again, a hint of physiological tears clung to the corners of his eyes.
The bullet comments froze for a few seconds before instantly going wild.
[?? What is he doing?]
[Why are you pulling your clothes?]
[Trying to transition into an adult streamer? You’re a damn professional player!]
[Peach-Peach: This fox spirit is actually trying to bewitch me! Luckily I’m as steady as a rock, otherwise, I would have fallen for his trap.]
“Peach-Peach” sent a “Moon Kiss” gift to the streamer and said: Fox spirit, don’t think about seducing me!
“What kind of sleeping position could lead to such a dream?” Wen Ran said speechlessly as he wiped the corner of his eye. “I suggest you go out and dry your bedsheets while the sun is still up.”
Although most of the people in Wen Ran’s stream were there to watch the drama, there were still donations. He picked a few to read out.
“Thank you ‘Dawn the Trash Mid Laner’ for the Moon Rocket. Although I don’t understand your behavior, thanks.”
A Moon Rocket was the most expensive gift on Moon TV, costing over ten thousand yuan.
[Holy sh*t, my hand slipped! How did I give it to this idiot!]
[I clearly meant to give it to Ye Xin! I switched between the two streams and got them mixed up!]
[Ahhh! My money!]
[Idiot, give me a refund!]
Wen Ran: “For refunds, go to customer service. I don’t have that authority.”
[Customer service can’t refund it! Ahhh! I’m going to lose it! I’m really going to throw a tantrum!]
“Trash Mid Laner friend, have you reached Grandmaster? Do you have a National Rank?”
Dawn the Trash Mid Laner: ?
Why do I feel like even though he’s calling my ID, he’s actually insulting me?
Wen Ran glanced through the comments casually, maneuvering his hero. “Since you can’t get a refund, you should stay and watch more of my stream to learn some skills.”
“Lest you show up elsewhere and embarrass yourself.”
Audience: “…”
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