Glory [e-sports]

The scrolling comments were convinced. Utterly convinced.

Even without mentioning the fans who liked to boast about Close, even passerby watchers were blowing out rainbow farts.

Someone also thought about what had happened earlier and asked Wei Xiao, “The second match is over, Quiet, quickly tell us what Close said at the start!”

When the game just started, Lu Feng had whispered something to Wei Xiao. There were still people waiting to know what it was, hey.

Wei Xiao: “I said it just now.”

The audience was confused: “???”

Wei Xiao repeated his own words, “RR really lost.”

The fans in the live broadcast were confused for a while, and then the screen filled with ‘holy shit’!

What else couldn’t be understood?

At the start of the match, the sentence Lu Feng had said to Wei Xiao was––It would be very difficult for RR to win.

The game hadn’t yet started, and only the line-up had been determined when Lu Feng gave this evaluation. Wei Xiao was afraid that he’d end up slapping himself in the face, so he hadn’t said it out loud.

Now that RR had lost this match, there wasn’t anything to hide.

The scrolling comments were howling like wolves and crying like ghosts. “I reject this seeing through everything commentary style, this is no kind of game watching experience!”

“This match doesn’t count! I f*cking feel like a recluse watching it!”

“Seriously, I don’t even know how RR and TPT played in this game. I spent the whole time listening to the great demon king’s predictions and waiting for him to mess up.”

“Can I ask if the great demon king messed up?”

“Like hell he messed up! Laozi’s mental state has collapsed!”

Some fans went back over past events. “To be fair, Close didn’t really want to speak up at first, but there were some idiots who insisted that he talk?!”

“They even said that Quiet spoke too much and disdained him for being annoying. Don’t you feel great now?”

“Fellow sister, be careful. Your train of thought is pretty good.”

“Isn’t that how it went? The great prophet remained silent for the first ten minutes, but after the flamers started hating on Quiet, the seeing through everything commentary style came into being. Don’t you guys have a sense of what really happened in your hearts?”

“!!!”

“Is he really so indulgent!”

“Is our Quiet not worth it?”

“Worth it, worth it, but the problem is…”

“What do you mean, problem? Are you doubting our great demon king’s abilities?”

“………………”

Don’t ask, if you ask, then it was the CP fans having fun shipping and enjoying so much sugar that they’d spiralled up to the sky.

Wei Xiao liked watching these scrolling comments. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a little like button function, otherwise he’d be clicking it until his hands went soft.

There were some haters who were still unconvinced. They always felt that it was just a luck bonus and refused to accept that Close was really so amazing even if they were beaten to death.

Wei Xiao happily ate his snacks and spoke even less––

Since you guys are happy watching this seeing through everything commentary, then he’d let them all be fully satisfied.

When the third game started, Lu Feng became even more ‘excessive’.

His godly prophecies came into effect starting from the BP segment.

RR took the death knight. Lu Feng: “Storm hunter and spirit mage.”

TPT really locked in these two talents!

It was RR’s turn after that. Lu Feng: “Giant shaman.”

RR locked it in.

Lu Feng: “Butterfly warlock.”

It wasn’t just the scrolling comments, even Wei Xiao was surprised. “This…”

The audience in the scrolling comments helped him finish his words, “Is the great demon king holding the script for this game!”

“This is too terrible. It’s making me suspect that I’ve already gone blind even though I’m seeing it with my own eyes!”

The scrolling comments were filled with questions asking how it was done. Lu Feng ignored them all until Wei Xiao blinked and asked, “How are you so accurate?”

Only then did Lu Feng explain it to him slowly, “The giant shaman and butterfly warlock is RR’s most recent fixed combination. It was specially prepared in order to target the storm hunter…”

He spoke every word and sentence for Wei Xiao to listen to, but the livestream was also able to hear and understand it clearly.

All the questioning voices disappeared.

How was this a godly prophecy or a godly prejudgement? This was all based on having done enough homework!

Line-ups, routines, player characteristics, team cooperation playstyles, coaching habits…

All of these things had to be understood thoroughly in order to infer the talent selections based off of the ban positions, then deduce the next talent that would be selected based on the pre-selected talents.

What appeared to be a mysterious ability was actually based on thoroughly logical and careful reasoning.

The third game continued into the 20th minute, and the scrolling comments started begging for mercy.

“Quiet! Quickly block your captain’s mouth!”

“You can use any sort of method. I can’t take any more of this seeing through everything commentary!”

“I admit that Close’s voice sounds good, but… Can you please quietly eat some snacks?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Quiet, quickly feed your captain a walnut crisp. He must be hungry!”

Wei Xiao was very calm. “My captain doesn’t like eating sweet things.”

The scrolling comments: “Nonsense. Watermelon juice is so sweet, but he drank half of it!”

The corner of Wei Xiao’s mouth curved up. “That’s not the same.”

The audience was clear about this too; the sweetness of juice wasn’t the same as dessert, but they still had to act bratty with their words. “How is it different? Is it because you two kissed indirectly?”

Wei Xiao was satisfied: You guys are clever. But his words were still putting on an act, “How can juice and dessert be the same!”

This ‘anchor’ and audience had really mixed up reality and lies until they were all left in a state of silliness, unable to tell anything apart.

Wei Xiao really went to feed Lu Feng a biscuit that wasn’t too sweet. Lu Feng quietly ate it and ‘let off’ the audience in the live broadcast room.

In the third match, TPT really went in guns blazing. They pressured RR right from the start and didn’t give Moonlit any chance to breathe.

TPT’s fans all said that the grimacing crying team warmed up slowly, but that wasn’t actually the case.

This was one of Fu Li’s old problems. He would test the waters and do some training in the first game. If they won, then they had really earned something, and they didn’t make a loss if they lost.

They only started playing seriously from the second game. Their routines, strategy, awareness, and grasp of the overall situation was all extremely strong. This feeling was weakened for the audience watching from the god’s perspective, but this feeling of decisiveness could be felt deeply in the canyon.

Even if the great prophet didn’t speak, the audience could see that for this third game… RR had gone astray.

Wei Xiao also found it regrettable. “Not good.”

He changed angles and watched Mo Hui as he played his jungler.

Mo Hui had taken the death knight in this game.

Using the death knight to play the jungler position was a conventional choice. Money was pretty good with it, and he’d provided support at key points several times. Unfortunately, Fu Li had already seen through him and would either avoid fighting him or counter attack him, making it so that RR couldn’t gain the slightest advantage.

The gap in their farm was widening and was getting close to a 4000 gold difference.

At the end of the day, Wei Xiao was a little biased––and those three photos had played a role in that.

He didn’t want Mo Hui to lose like this.

Try a little harder.

Don’t you want to let your family see?

Wei Xiao spoke these words in his heart.

Lu Feng noticed his abnormality, but he didn’t ask him more about it since they were streaming. He only said quietly, “RR isn’t weak in the late stage.”

Wei Xiao’s eyes lit up. “They still have hope?”

Lu Feng: “It’ll depend on the death knight.”

Wei Xiao’s heart rose up again.

Previously, there were many things Wei Xiao hadn’t said when he chatted with Mo Hui.

To Wei Xiao, Money’s troubles were something to be envious of with the word ‘ENVY’ spelt out in capital letters.

He had loving parents, a warm family, and no need to worry about clothing and food. For Mo Hui the only difficult thing was trying to prove himself.

The well-fed don’t know how the starving suffered. Wei Xiao didn’t even know what a family was.

Mo Hui was immersed in his own pain and felt that he would have to leave the professional arena if he lost this game.

But what Wei Xiao could see were expectations.

––The expectations that Mo Hui’s parents had of him.

Whether he was serious or not was something that the people who knew him best understood the most.

Mo Hui wasn’t trying his best, so his parents felt that he’d played enough and that it was time to go home.

If Mo Hui could let them see him struggling and doing his best, then his parents wouldn’t force him to go back.

Wei Xiao was really envious of such a family.

The game dragged on for 31 minutes, and the audience in the live broadcast room had already started chanting, “RR’s done for. As expected, as long as they target Moonlit, this team isn’t even as good as a fart.”

“Money, quickly go and retire. If they changed to a different jungler, then RR would’ve risen up a long time ago.”

“Shut up! How would there be today’s RR without Captain Mo!”

“Haha, money is the master. If he has the ability, then spend money to buy a global championship!”

“Mo Hui’s personal strength is very good, okay?”

“Where’s his strength? He’s already been nicknamed Mo Useless this season, okay?”

Mo Useless was really ‘useless’.

RR’s second towers had all fallen, and their farm was now 6000 behind TPT. When faced with TPT crazily forcing team fights in the mid-lane, it was unknown what had happened in RR’s team chat, but the five people who should’ve retreated back to their base to protect their homes all rushed out!

The death knight took the lead on his horse, attacking with his heavy form and accurately sending the storm hunter flying.

Eurostar was shocked and quickly started stepping on raindrops to avoid the death knight’s punishment. However, Mo Hui didn’t slow down at all. After switching to his light form, his three dogs jumped up and rushed at Eurostar while he was in mid-air. He stabbed again twice, and all of his damage landed on Eurostar.

System Announcement––

RR.Money killed TPT.Star!

At this moment, the entire arena was boiling with excitement.

Mo Hui killed Eurostar, and RR managed to turn back the tables from the edge of death!

TPT tried to retreat after losing Eurostar’s major DPS. Unfortunately, RR’s giant shaman used flash to rush up, and Moonlit danced out a full wave of butterflies, dealing explosive damage.

A wave of sudden death.

RR won the third match!

The camera focused on Mo Hui, who was the main reason for the win.

The death knight had fallen to the ground, but the word ‘Victory’ on the screen entered the youth’s eyes.

At this moment, there was no longer the rich second generation who’d come here just to have fun.

There was only RR’s captain––Mo Hui.