The eSports King’s Crush

This way, even Panda had gotten tired. “F*ck, this is too tough. Why are the matches here so difficult? I lost with 15 kills? What the hell! If I continue to lose, I’ll really become crippled today.”

At this point, Panda secretly peeped at his captain, who was wearing his headphones and hadn’t seen him. He then started a private chat. “Mo Nan? Bro? Comrade? You there?”

Mo Bei saw the notification blinking when she returned and typed “mm” with one hand.

Panda typed away. “How many matches have you lost? Aren’t the low-rank matches particularly difficult? While I’m playing mage and you are playing support, even if we can carry everyone, we will still end up losing if captain keeps feeding instead of taking down turrets. On top of that, everyone is here to drill their alternate accounts, so the opponents aren’t all rookies either. Without a set of spell penetration runes, it would be really tough to play. I understand your current mood.”

Mo Bei, who continued to drink water, still replied, “I didn’t lose.”

Panda paused upon seeing those three words. “Didn’t lose?”

“Mm.”

“Aren’t you playing support?”

“Yes.”

Panda suddenly remembered this fellow’s performance at the friendly competition. “What’s your spell?”

“Jungling.”

“Has anyone said that you’re too aggressive when you play?”

After reading this line, Mo Bei paused. She had been reminded of the past, when she had also been sitting like she was now. However, back then, Sovereign Union had still been around, and a person had always been beside her and chuckled with a hand under her chin. “Our Little Mo’s playing style is so aggressive that the whole world knows about it. Why are the opponents still coming to die?”

However, the answer typed out by her fingers was “no”.

“Bro, don’t be modest. While Chief is also completing his assignments, let’s play a match together.”

Mo Bei finally understood the point of this small talk. “You didn’t pass your low-rank matches?”

Panda sent a crying emoticon. “I lost three matches in a row. My bonus is all gone.”

“…”

“Bro, this is really not a problem. If you don’t believe me, come take a look at the comments in my live-stream room. Everyone’s praising me for being cute and pretty.”

“They are using the words ‘cute’ and ‘pretty’ to describe a boy?”

“Damn it, that’s not the point!”

“Invite me.”

“That’s the spirit!”

He just sent these words.

Then, Mo Bei heard Panda shouting into his ear-mic opposite her. “Starting from this match, I want to make everyone in the valley tremble in fear!”

When Mo Bei entered the room, one of her pages appeared on Panda’s live-stream. The comments essentially all talked about wanting to bring Panda home and care for him.

Others were also asking, “Where’s Almighty K?”

“My adorable Lord Panda, let us have a glimpse of Almighty K, okay?”

Panda chatted while waiting for the match to start. “You want a look at Chief? Do you guys want me to get beaten up?”

“Harsh words and beatings demonstrate one’s love? Who said that? Mute them, mute them!”

“Don’t create a CP [1. Short for character pairing, a form of address given by fans to fictitious pairings that they like]! Chief would kill me on the spot.”

“Does he need to show that he’s straight? It’s because he does not allow people to form a CP with him.”

“Me? Of course I like girls! I’m a real man! Whoever continues to suspect this and spread this nonsense will be banned!”

Panda’s live-stream opened Mo Bei’s eyes to a whole new world. It turned out that many people were shipping the PandaK CP. The live-stream room even contained fan fiction and fan art. It was very easy to click on them accidentally.

Just as Mo Bei’s webpage paused there, the person beside her, who probably wanted to flick off his cigarette ash, moved slightly towards her…