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Jiang Yan steadied Wen Ran and let go, smelling the smoke on him.
“Smoking this late at night? Are you in a bad mood?”
Wen Ran was currently a powder keg, ready to explode at a spark. He glared fiercely at Jiang Yan. “None of your business.”
Impatiently, he stepped around Jiang Yan. “Move aside, don’t block your daddy’s way!”
Bang! The door slammed shut.
Jiang Yan, having met a wall of rejection, rubbed his chin. How is this little guy so fierce? Just like a wild cat.
Back in his room, he sent a message to Wen Ran after a while:
[Angry?]
Wen Ran was annoyed to death and didn’t want to communicate with anyone. He didn’t reply to Jiang Yan’s message and simply turned off his phone.
Lying in bed, he didn’t know when he fell asleep. When he woke up the next day, Song Zixuan excitedly told him that he had gained over fifty followers last night.
“Congratulations, Little Landlord.”
“Hey, Wen Ran, let me tell you, I think I found the traffic password,” Song Zixuan said mysteriously. “During the last game last night, I opened a smurf account to stomp some noobs. Although I didn’t hard carry, the viewership multiplied several times!”
Because his teammates were simply too new; they didn’t even know what equipment to buy.
“Little Flower Fairy, why are you buying the Electric Dagger? You’re a Support!”
“Because it’s an attack item, and I want to attack.”
“Piggy, why are you buying a magic staff?”
“Because it looks nice.”
Song Zixuan had almost vomited blood from anger, but the livestream chat was incredibly joyous. Even the bullet comments were much more active than usual, and he gained fans because of it.
“My skills aren’t top-tier; I’m not qualified to be a technical streamer yet,” Song Zixuan said. “Anyway, streaming is about bringing happiness to people. I plan to play on smurf accounts from now on.”
“Sounds good.”
“Then accompany me to level up a few accounts, okay?” Song Zixuan grabbed Wen Ran’s arm with starry eyes.
“I won’t make you play with me for free. I can give you benefits, guaranteed you can’t refuse!”
Wen Ran got interested hearing this. “What benefits?”
“Merch from Lingxiao pro players! Tell me who you like, and I’ll give it to you.”
Since Lingxiao had developed for so long, it long since had its own operational system. For a game of this national level, the popularity of pro players was naturally greater than in other games.
It had created many star players who could take endorsements, and teams would release merchandise or raffle signed photos to interact with fans.
As a gaming fanatic, Song Zixuan had an entire box of merch at home, including quite a few items from the hotter star players.
Wen Ran pursed his lips. “Wind… do you have anything of his?”
Song Zixuan looked at Wen Ran in surprise. “You like him?”
“I thought playing Mid Lane, you’d like Yexin.”
“Wait, let me look for you.” Song Zixuan pulled out a large box and rummaged through it. “I actually do!”
“It’s a signed card.”
Song Zixuan handed it over. The card was sealed in a plastic bag. It was from the championship night of the eleventh season, the Silver Dragon Cup under the golden rain, with the WK team logo in the background.
Wind was simply too mysterious. A two-time champion pro player, two-season FMVP Jungler, and Best Player. He should have been enjoying the applause belonging to him under the spotlight, yet even when lifting the trophy after victory, he was nowhere to be seen.
Until his retirement, and even now, no one knew what Wind actually looked like.
However, Team WK had randomly drawn about thirty people to send Wind’s signed cards to back then. Wen Ran had reposted the raffle on three smurf accounts and still didn’t win.
Song Zixuan actually had one.
Wen Ran had just intended to joke with Song Zixuan. This thing was so precious it could be sold for thousands on the market; how could he dare to accept it?
“Just take it!” Song Zixuan didn’t care about these things at all. “A friend gave this to me before. I don’t like Wind. Although he’s skilled, do you know? He actually rejected my goddess!”
“That was Xiangsi! How could he bear to?”
Song Zixuan’s goddess was a big streamer on the platform named Xiangsi. She was beautiful and skilled, practically the number one sister of the platform, and also Wind’s number one fan. She had matched with Wind before and frantically confessed to him during the game. Not only did Wind ignore her, but after the game, he also refused to add her as a friend.
Wen Ran remembered that classic interaction that circulated forever:
[A Branch of Spring]: Brother Wind, won’t you really consider me? I’m Xiangsi!
[WK.Wind]: Even if you were Red Beans (Hongdou), it has nothing to do with me.
(T/N: “Xiangsi” means yearning/lovesickness, often associated with red beans in poetry.)
Xiangsi’s face had turned green, and it was even made into a meme.
“Wen Ran, if you like it, just take it. It’s useless to me here anyway. However, you have to help me level up the smurf accounts!”
Wen Ran reached out and gently stroked the signature, then gave a hum of agreement.
He only had an old computer, an assembled version bought from the secondhand market. Although it was ugly, at least it could open the game.
While waiting for the match, Song Zixuan chatted with him actively.
“Speaking of which, guess what time my brother left this morning?”
Wen Ran followed his words. “What time?”
“Four o’clock!” Song Zixuan punched the table, complaining. “It’s fine that he left, but he specifically woke me up to tell me he was leaving!”
Wen Ran found it a bit funny. “He’s a college student, does he still have early reading sessions?”
“What early reading? It’s a project he’s partnering on with friends.” Song Zixuan scratched his hair. He already considered Wen Ran a friend, so he had no filter. “Let me tell you, my brother is also a legend.”
“He was guaranteed admission to Liqing University before, but he insisted on shining in esports. He hid it from the family, suspended his studies, and went out to play games. He was out of contact for over a year. But in the end? He was just messing around in wild teams and never played in a regular tournament.”
“Then what happened?”
“Then the Mid Laner’s wife gave birth so he went home, and the wild team disbanded. Since he didn’t make a name for himself, he could only come back and continue school,” Song Zixuan shrugged. “He has a good brain, finishing two years of credits in one year. He didn’t even have to be held back a grade and still won scholarships.”
“He has a head for business too and helped my uncle with quite a few things. So now his relationship with the family is good, and Uncle doesn’t talk about his gaming anymore.”
Song Zixuan sighed as he spoke. “Sigh, although I’m not as good as my brother, I hope I can make a name for myself in streaming to prove it to my mom and dad.”
Wen Ran listened to these descriptions, feeling a bit unreal.
That Jiang Yan who loved to tease him was actually this amazing?
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