Glory [e-sports]

Chapter 118: The little secret in 1560.

What should Wei Xiao say?

The captain not only knew what 1314 meant, he also knew what 520 meant, and he even knew what 520 and 1314 together meant.

But could he say that?

In fact, he could say it.

But Wei Xiao was afraid that he’d make Brother Cai go into seclusion if he said it, and he’d become a real vegetable in the upcoming games.

Brother Cai only thought of something after the fact, “Brat, you turned off the mic, right?!”

Wei Xiao reassured him, “Don’t worry, I didn’t turn it on.”

The microphone in the live broadcast studio wasn’t on, it was just that he hadn’t hung up the phone call with the captain.

Brother Cai breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ‘lecture’ him, “What’s the use of doing these things? Coaxing the captain to give you 1314, will that really mean that you guys will be together forever?”

Brother Xiao, who was inexplicably getting scolded like a primary school student: It really could mean that.

“… After messing around back and forth, isn’t the one who will suffer still yourself?”

“I know that having a secret crush hurts, but you have to hold steady.”

“I don’t think that the captain isn’t interested in you either, and after my years of observation, the captain really might not favor women…”

Wei Xiao looked at him, “How did you even notice that?”

Bai Cai puffed up his chest proudly and was filled with confidence, “Shouldn’t you take a look at who the Gossip Emperor is.”

Wei Xiao: “……”

Sorry, Brother Cai, you’re the one who spoke about the Gossip Emperor, I wasn’t the one who sold you out!

Bai Cai: “I’ve done so many CPs, how can I not tell?”

Wei Xiao: “……”

Like hell you noticed something.

Bai Cai really treated his fellow brother well. He basically dug out his heart and lungs for him, “Seriously, do you know what goes on between two men?”

Wei Xiao froze for a moment.

Brother Cai understood when he saw him like this, “Wait, let me…”

He hadn’t finished his words when he saw a line of text pop up on the screen––

FTW.Close: Where are you?

Wei Xiao saw it too. He quickly pretended to open up the microphone, “I went to the bathroom.”

Brother Cai breathed a sigh of relief and gestured to him: Steady.

Wei Xiao secretly put the cell phone away in his pocket. Bai Cai would explode on the spot if he saw the length of the call.

In the game’s private chat, Asleep sent out a question mark.

Wei Xiao explained it briefly.

The mic had already been turned on, so Brother Cai naturally wouldn’t continue yakking on. He was very polite as he greeted Lu Feng, “Good evening, captain!” He even remembered the time difference.

On the scrolling comments: Good morning.

Brother Cai was smiling broadly. He had no idea that he was walking on a tightrope.

When he saw that Wei Xiao was about to solo with Asleep again, Bai Cai said, “Since you sent out a Weibo message, you should deal with it. Cancel the password and let the fans see that the only audience member was the captain…”

He sent out the Weibo link again and was just about to ask the captain to clear out the number 1314 when he saw that FTW.Close had gifted Wei Xiao with another 246 roses.

That was great. There didn’t seem to be any problem with the number 1560.

Brother Cai’s concerns were actually reasonable.

Although Wei Xiao didn’t want the fans to disturb the private world between him and his captain, there was already a billion kilowatt lightbulb in the form of Brother Cai lighting up the entire world, so adding another few millions of fans wouldn’t matter.

What’s more, the matter had gotten so big, and it should be clarified.

The only audience member was the captain. Although this was beyond the logic that the ‘Sherlock Holmes’ fans had come up with, it was still reasonable.

Wei Xiao and Asleep’s solo games were very valuable. They were equivalent to a one-on-one training match.

There weren’t any teams who would take the training match as something to live broadcast. Everyone understood that.

Someone in the 3U team’s side must be staring at Wei Xiao’s operations, and when it came to FTW, Lu Feng was overseas. If he wanted to watch the battle situation in real time, then opening up a live broadcast room was the best choice.

The password was there to protect the team’s ‘killer mace’, which was also something that could be explained.

It had to be said that Brother Cai was actually very thoughtful and had managed these things properly. If it hadn’t been for that ‘lecture’, he might have made a lot more ‘extra money’ besides the fee from walking the dog every day.

Now…

The Gossip Emperor had to fend for himself.

As soon as the password on the live broadcast room on Wei Xiao’s side was cancelled, countless people poured in

“It’s open, it’s open, it’s open!”

“Who was the only member of the audience?”

“Which little slut…t… unusually brilliant person, losers are always in the wrong, I’m just talking wildly, don’t take anything seriously…” As soon as this kid saw the ID of the supposed ‘little slut’, his fingers seemed to gain thoughts of their own, and he typed out a whole bunch of random things!

Countless Sherlock Holmes fans were shocked.

How could it be Close?

How could it be the great demon king?!

Could it be, maybe, did it mean…

The twin junglers CP reared their heads again, “Ahhhh, it’s real, they’re real!”

“Thousands of miles apart, hearts connected, the CP I ship is scattering sugar all over the sky!”

Brother Cai ignored the countless scrolling comments and acted as a ‘commentator’, “Thank you everyone for your attention. Next, let’s watch 3U’s Sleep God and our jungler king’s spectacular solo game…”

As a person who’d been interviewed all year round, Brother Cai knew how to explain the matter clearly in a few words.

With this mouth, he could easily become a well-known commentator, and earning a million a year wasn’t just a dream.

Everyone soon calmed down.

It turned out to be a ‘training match’.

It turned out that there was a ‘supervisor’.

It turned out that it was the great demon king training the little demon king.

Sigh, and they’d been so excited that they’d already made it halfway through the universe.

There were still little Holmeses who wouldn’t give up so easily, “I don’t think that it’s that simple.”

“Fellow sisters, take a look at that number.”

“1560?”

“Speaking of which, it turns out that the great demon king also knows how to send gifts.”

“You really see everything when you live for a long time.”

“Is there anything special about 1560?”

“Try dividing it by three…”

“Holy sh*t!”

“Sisters, that’s amazing!”

“Ahhhhh, I get it, I get it, this is too damned sweet…”

“I know that it’s just a coincidence, but… I want to cry so loudly!”

This was just the shrill screams from the CP fan group. The straight men in the scrolling comments had already had their attention caught up by the solo going on in the canyon.

Quiet and Asleep were two dark horses in the China competition zone. Their solo game had to be incredibly exciting.

What’s more, there would be a competition between 3U and FTW next week. Everyone was already looking forward to it, and having a solo at this time was nothing less than a pre-match warm-up!

“Quiet took the death knight!”

“Quiet really is a jungler kaleidoscope. Is there any talent he can’t play?”

“After all, he’s someone who was taught by the great demon king himself. He can do it all.”

“They’re in the game!”

“Asleep took the blood thief.”

“Interesting, FTW vs GOQ yesterday was also the death knight against the blood raven thief.”

“Reasonably speaking, the death knight has a huge advantage over thieves, but GOQ’s death knight was just like a dead man walking.”

“The death knight was dead to start with.”

“Oh, no wonder he died like that.”

The scrolling comments started up their daily hating. Bai Cai turned on his computer and picked up his post as the room management, blocking and banning the bad comments.

With the cancellation of the password and the surge of traffic, the live stream platform soon pushed the room into the recommendations.

It was almost eleven o’clock now, and the people in the e-sports circle woke up one after another. Quite a few people came over to watch the excitement.

Amongst them was no lack of team captains.

For example, TPT’s study god – veteran – captain – Fu Li sat in front of the computer and watched the live broadcast.

Eurostar yawned as he went downstairs. He glanced at the coffee cup beside the captain sleepily, “Let me drink.”

Fu Li’s left hand held an 11 inch iPad pro, and there was a second generation pencil in his right hand. He wore gold wire glasses that hung on his high nose as he stared at the game and took notes, “Oh.”

Eurostar took a sip, “Pffft!”

He covered his mouth, then sprayed it all out in the trash bin.

“What the hell is this!” Eurostar looked at the unknown liquid in the coffee cup incredulously.

Fu Li didn’t even blink, “Black coffee with goji.”

Eurostar: “……………………….”

He was a fool. How could he dare to touch the captain’s cup? And he even dared to take a sip? Wasn’t he simply trying to shorten his own lifespan!

Fu Li set down the iPad and calmly took a sip from the unknown health liquid, “Since you’re awake, come and have a look.”

Eurostar went to the beverage cabinet to find himself a bottle of sweet milk to relieve the bitterness in his mouth, then leaned over and said, “It’s so early in the morning, what are you looking at?”

The current marksman dark horse of the China competition zone, Euro God, was a standard gossip spectator. He gnawed at his straw, “These two big daddies started soloing so early in the morning?”

They really were daddies. The death knight, the blood raven thief, the shadow thief, the immortal thief…

These were all jungler daddies for his damned crisp marksman talents.

The great demon king was the real daddy that he had to kneel down to every time he met him.

Asleep and Quiet were the stepfathers who were gradually rising up.

Fu Li was already used to this little coward, “Look at Quiet.”

Eurostar dragged over a chair and sat down. He stared at the match, “How can the death knight be pressured so badly? Wait a minute, Quiet’s death knight can be beaten like this by Asleep’s blood thief? Is it that I haven’t woken up yet, or is it that captain’s coffee is poisonous, causing me to have hallucinations…”

Fu Li remained silent. He picked up the iPad and started marking down the key points.

Eurostar hadn’t been mistaken. In this solo game, Wei Xiao’s death knight had completely fallen into a disadvantage and was being pressured and hammered by Asleep the whole way.

From a talent restraint perspective, when it came to the knight type talents, if talents that tended towards support weren’t counted, they basically all had the advantage against thieves.

This was especially the case for the death knight, which could be said to be the thief’s daddy. In a situation where the player’s strength gap wasn’t very large and their gold situation was about the same, anyone who could play it well could chase after thieves until they had to run.

That was to say that in this game of solo, Wei Xiao should be able to pressure Asleep. However, the situation was now reversed.

Eurostar was very curious, “What happened, is the grandmaster not playing seriously?”

Fu Li: “He’s very serious.”

Eurostar raised his eyebrows, “If he’s playing seriously, how can he be beaten by Sleepy into hiding everywhere like this?”

He had to be playing around. Back then, why had Eurostar stopped playing top-lane?

It was because he’d clearly taken a talent that had a huge advantage against the grandmaster, but he’d ended up beaten like a grandson by the grandmaster.

He was going to be a grandson anyway, so he might as well run desperately into the arms of the marksman so that his grandson status was ‘reasonable’.

Fu Li’s white pencil pointed briefly at the tablet, “Keep watching.”

The excitement was yet to come.

It wasn’t only Eurostar who was puzzled. The audience in the live broadcast room were already scolding and cursing.

“What’s this? Does Quiet not know how to play the death knight?”

“I really thought he could play anything, yet as a result, he’s only obsessed with thieves?”

“Reasonably speaking, it’s hard to accept that a jungler can’t play death knight.”

There were those who were a little sharper, “I always feel that something is strange somewhere. Quiet’s death knight isn’t played that badly, it’s just…”

“Is he taking it easy on Asleep?”

“Is that necessary?”

“I don’t understand… If he’s not going to play the game seriously like this, then what’s the point in starting up the live broadcast?”

“Yeah, it’s a waste of everyone’s time.”

Only a few people understood Wei Xiao’s intentions. For example, the three people from GOQ who’d been given a teaching session yesterday.

The three of them gathered around one computer to watch it together.

GOQ’s jungler: “Am I seeing an illusion…”

Support: “I don’t think so.”

Marksman: “……”

GOQ’s jungler: “Wuwuwu, the grandmaster going to give me a real demonstration!”

Support: “I feel that you aren’t that important.”

Marksman: “I feel that he just wants to…”

In the 15th minute of the game, the live broadcast room’s scrolling comments was all filled up with––holy sh*t!

Wei Xiao’s lips curved, “I didn’t have a chance to go over the replay during the interview, but there’s an opportunity now. I’m going to show everyone how a desperate death knight with low farm can fight against the blood thief.”

After giving the blood raven thief 15 minutes to completely balance out the innate talent restraint, the death knight’s killing intent soared up to the skies.