Glory [e-sports]

Chapter 131: Had they asked the One Lamp Grandmaster’s sword?

These words were filled with malicious intent.

Should he answer or not after getting tagged like this?

What if he ignored it? They were all professional players and would be playing together in the next game. It seemed too cowardly to ignore it.

What if he paid attention to it? Then how should he answer?

Should he say that he could do it, or that he couldn’t?

No matter what he did, there were still pits up ahead.

Wei Xiao was now very popular, and the number of forwards on the message continued to soar. Fans and haters let loose together, dancing about chaotically.

The fans: “To tell you the truth, it’s FTW’s inherited shadow thief. Nine light arcs can be brushed out at any time.”

The haters: “It’s just like a blind cat touching a mouse. If you really want him to brush it out, he won’t be able to do it.”

Fans: “My grandmaster was just being modest. Only fools would believe him.”

Haters: “Haha, then why didn’t you see him use it in the game against 3U?”

Fans: “Was it necessary? Most of the damage from nine light arcs in 5v5 is just spillover damage.”

Haters: “If he can’t do it, then he can’t do it. You guys are really quick at finding excuses.”

Wei Xiao casually browsed through it and saw these remarks that were obviously trying to stir things up.

Just based on that little melon head of his, how could he not be able to tell?

He’d long felt that the way HU did things wasn’t normal, but he hadn’t expected them to be so dirty.

This Weibo post smashed right into Wei Xiao’s face, obviously confirming that Wei Xiao was unfamiliar with brushing out nine light arcs.

First came the provocation, then the mockery, then they mobilized the fans’ mood. It was simply like stringing Wei Xiao up and roasting him over the fire.

Once Wei Xiao let it get to him, things would get bad.

When the two sides played against each other, should Wei Xiao use the shadow thief or not?

If he used the shadow thief, should he brush out the nine light arcs or not?

How would Wei Xiao even be able to play if he took this mindset into the battlefield?

It was no wonder that Moonlit insisted on showing off his thousand layers of clouds. There was an 80% chance that he’d fallen into HU’s shameless ‘psychological’ trap.

Wei Xiao sucked at a lollipop and casually forwarded the Weibo post––

Nine light arcs? I said it a long time ago, I can’t do it with my eyes open, but it’s possible with my eyes closed. What about you? @HU.Han Gu.

He skillfully tossed the question back to HU.

If they wanted to mess with people’s mentality, they should first check and see if they have that level of influence.

Did they think that he was a simple-and-easy-to-trick little friend like Little Moon-moon?

The fans woke up instantly, asking HU one after another, “Oh yeah, why are you focusing on other people’s nine light arcs? Can your team’s jungler brush them out?”

“I had a feeling that there was something weird with these words. It turned out that there’s something behind it!”

“F*ck, this fellow was doing it on purpose, is he messing with my God Q?”

The haters loved fishing in troubled waters. “If your God Q can casually brush out nine light arcs, would he even be scared of people messing with him?”

Wei Xiao was too lazy to continue reading. He sent Moonlit a Wechat message.

At this time, his phone rang. The word ‘Money’ was very prominent on the screen.

Wei Xiao answered the phone, “Morning, Captain Mo.”

Eleven o’clock in the morning. It was actually quite early.

Money: “I saw your Weibo. Don’t fall for it.”

Wei Xiao had candy in his mouth, and his words were vague, “Mm…”

Money misunderstood him and thought that he’d already taken it to heart. He spoke hurriedly, “Ignore his trash talk. When the time comes, put the shadow thief into the ban position directly.”

That way, he couldn’t use it even if he wanted to, and there wouldn’t be any confusion about brushing out eight or nine light arcs.

Wei Xiao: “……”

Money thought of his own little cub and was distressed, “Listen to big brother, don’t pay attention to his tone. It’s all meaningless, nine light arcs or thousand layers of clouds? So what if you can brush them out? Winning the game is the real hard truth.”

Wei Xiao pulled out the lollipop and spoke clearly, “So you’re saying that Little Moon-moon is being a crybaby?”

Money: “……”

Wei Xiao tsked, “That group of dogs are purposely looking for soft persimmons to pinch.”

Money understood what he was saying, but he also didn’t quite seem to get it.

The dogs were HU, but who were the soft persimmons?

Moonlit? You, Wei Xiao?

If these words were made public, the China Glory circle would collectively laugh their asses off for three days.

The spearhead Moon and rear guard Wei were really soft!

Money could tell that he was alright. He was reassured, “As long as you didn’t fall into the trap, then it’s fine. I’ll coax Moon-moon.”

The meaning behind his words weren’t intentional, but the listener took it to heart. Wei Xiao grew unhappy––he also had a captain who could coax him. His captain was even better at coaxing than Money, but his captain wasn’t by his side…

But Money just had to poke the sore spot in his heart, “Old Lu isn’t in China, so I’d better look out for you guys in his stead.”

Wei Xiao had originally already been unhappy that Lu Feng was far away in North America, and now his heart was even more sour, with an additional dose of jealousy. “Captain Mo, you really have a good relationship with my captain, hey.”

Speaking of which, other people would call Lu Feng ‘Close’. Only Mo Hui often called him ‘Old Lu’.

Money: “Well… cough… I’ve known him for a relatively long time.”

Wei Xiao’s voice was cool, “How long.”

Mo Hui could sense a little something. “What, are you jealous?”

Wei Xiao: “……”

Mo Hui: “You brat, you’re quite protective.”

Wei Xiao thought to himself: Like hell am I being protective, that’s my boyfriend!

Unfortunately, he couldn’t say it directly.

Mo Hui continued, “In short, it’s an old friendship. Don’t worry, big brother won’t mess with you.”

Wei Xiao didn’t want to accept it. “How old of a friendship can it be? My captain’s only been in the industry for four or five years.”

Mo Hui cleared his throat.

Wei Xiao was very sharp. “Could it be that the two of you knew each other from before?”

Mo Hui touched his nose. “We attended the same high school…”

Wei Xiao: “!”

Mo Hui added quickly, “Don’t tell others about it, your captain might beat me to death.”

Wei Xiao was really curious. “Which high school?”

Money’s family background was a mystery, and all everyone knew was that his parents were very rich. He spent money like water, and he’d come to play e-sports in order to chase his dreams. It was a very, very, very pure reason; it was so pure that it made even the money-obsessed Brother Cai envy his dream.

Mo Hui changed the topic, “It’s great that you didn’t take the bait. I’m hanging up now.”

Wei Xiao wanted to ask more, but the other side of the line was already sending out a busy tone.

The captain’s high school?

The captain when he was still studying at school?

The captain before he’d entered Glory?

Wei Xiao’s heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat’s paws. He was incredibly curious!

Of course, he wouldn’t go and ask about it rashly. Even if they were lovers, there should still be some private affairs that shouldn’t be pried into.

Wei Xiao wasn’t in a hurry. The days were long, and he would eventually know everything about the captain.

In view of Money’s warm-heartedness, Wei Xiao decided to reciprocate and help him comfort Little Moonlit.

Wei Xiao sent Moonlit a message, “Solo?”

It was like this word of his was a magic word. It was as tempting and fascinating as a meaty bone to some specific people.

For example, Asleep. For example, Moonlit.

Oh, Eurostar wouldn’t come unless his captain ordered him to.

Moonlit replied very quickly, “Come on.”

Wei Xiao: “You don’t mind if I open up a live broadcast, right?”

Moonlit: “……”

Wei Xiao said languidly, “Take some pity on me, my captain isn’t here. I wish I could just live stream sleeping.”

Moonlit hated live broadcasting the most, but he felt pity in his heart when he heard these words. “Are you helping your captain make up his live broadcast time?”

He hadn’t expected that Close, as the boss, would also have strict requirements for his live broadcast time quotas and would need Quiet to help him with his broadcast time after leaving to cure his injury.

Wei Xiao: “That’s not it.” How could the captain be willing to let him waste his time on this?

Moonlit: “?”

Wei Xiao: “The captain isn’t here. It’s too boring, so I want to live broadcast sleeping for him to watch.”

Moonlit: “……………………”

Wei Xiao felt a little more comfortable now. Who told your captain to stimulate me? This was called a Wei-style rebound, it was super steady.

A group of fans swarmed in as soon as Wei Xiao opened up the live broadcast studio.

“God Q! Are you going to show off your nine light arcs?”

“Wow, are you so hardcore? As soon as someone provokes you, you’ll come up to slap them in the face right after?”

“Hurry, hurry, hurry, I love watching nine light arcs the most!”

This time, it wasn’t Wei Xiao, the digitally handicapped. He’d actively shared the live broadcast link on his Weibo.

The crowd of melon seed eating onlookers came in at full speed, and the number of watchers soared.

Without mentioning anything else, Brother Xiao’s ability to do business was really very strong. He’d only opened up his live broadcast a few times in the months after entering the industry, but it was enough to attract the attention of the live broadcast platform’s executives. They were already thinking about how to renew their contract with FTW and keep these two traffic explosion suppliers.

One Close was explosive enough, but now a Quiet had popped out, too.

And there was also the lucky star Bai Cai.

FTW’s new base was really filled with ‘financial luck’!

Just…

Whether or not they could win the championship was unknown.

Wei Xiao typed in the game room, “What are you using?”

Moonlit: “Anything’s fine.”

Wei Xiao: “The immortal warlock, then.”

Moonlit: “……”

Wei Xiao: “Come on, big brother wants to see you fly.”

Moonlit: “Shut up.”

There were RR fans on the scrolling comments. They expressed unhappily, “Why drop stones on the man who has fallen into a well? My Moonlit’s already very sad, okay?”

“The grandmaster’s not being very nice, hey. Aren’t these words just like rubbing salt on a wound?”

“Wuwuwu, Moon-moon, don’t cry, mama loves you.”

The FTW fans grew unhappy, too. “This is Quiet’s live broadcast room. If you don’t want to watch it, then get the hell out.”

“It’s clear that the players are good friends. What are these stupid fans doing trying to stir things up?”

The room managers showed up and began to clear out the negative comments.

Wei Xiao saw them, but there was no need to reply.

Taking practical action was much more direct and effective than saying 10,000 words.

Whether it was sprinkling salt a wound or bouncing back up was something they’d all know after watching.

It was a custom singles game room, and the game started very quickly.

Moonlit took the immortal warlock, and Wei Xiao took the immortal thief.

There were still people trying to stir things up in the scrolling comments, “I thought he was going to brush out nine light arcs.”

“It can’t be that Quiet really can’t do it, right…”

“To tell you the truth, although that HU team doesn’t act human at all, the sore spots they poke really hurt.”

“Moonlit’s immortal warlock… really isn’t that stable.”

Wei Xiao’s lips hooked up when he noticed this scrolling comment.

Wasn’t that stable?

Ha-ha.

Wei Xiao rushed at the immortal warlock, using the second part of his movement skill to slam into him.

Moonlit was startled and quickly retreated to avoid his basic attack.

Wei Xiao suppressed his soldier lines and continued looking for chances to harass him.

These two were old rivals and soon became immersed in the game.

In fact, Wei Xiao seldom used thieves when he soloed with people, especially when he was targeting a specific talent. Most of the time, he would use the same talent as his opponent because it was more effective that way.

However, when faced with Moonlit’s immortal warlock, Wei Xiao couldn’t use the immortal warlock.

It was okay for him to use the immortal warlock to abuse Little Ning, but it wasn’t enough if he wanted to stimulate Moonlit.

Moonlit had been very depressed over these recent days.

He was a straightforward, serious, and persistent person.

This wasn’t a bad thing for a professional player: conscientiousness meant diligence, and persistence meant that he didn’t admit defeat.

These things combined with sufficient talent meant that it would be difficult for Moonlit not to perform exceptionally well.

Unfortunately, this kind of character also had its defects.

It was more likely to break than bend. Wasn’t this why he’d been successfully targeted by that nest of bedbugs that was HU?

The same provocation and ridicule landed painlessly when it hit Wei Xiao’s body, but it hurt like a knife was stabbing into his heart and lungs when it came to Moonlit.

Because FTW had never arranged a training match with HU, they were only able to shout provocation over Weibo.

RR, who hadn’t known what was going on, had had a training match with HU, and that was when Moonlit had fallen into their schemes.

The immortal warlock, the talent that Moonlit was most confident with.

When it came to thousand layers of clouds, he could brush out a peak level combo.

But HU’s provocation and the fans’ expectations became an immeasurable burden that pressed down on him, affecting his state.

Losing a game didn’t mean anything to RR. The most hateful thing was that HU wanted to ruin Moonlit.

A peak level player had fallen to his knees with the thing he was most confident with. He’d lost to his own impulsiveness.

What kind of huge blow was this?

Especially when it came to someone with Moonlit’s straightforward personality. What if he didn’t dare to brush out the thousand layers of clouds ever again? Wouldn’t this be a great loss to the Glory circle!?

During those 500 rounds of solo back then, it was Wei Xiao who’d personally trained up Moonlit’s immortal warlock.

If they wanted to destroy Moonlit’s thousand layers of clouds.

Had they asked the One Lamp Grandmaster’s sword for permission?

xiin: i love the way WX really looks out for the people he’s trained up~ his huge heart is pure gold.