In late March 2021, the KPL Spring Split officially began.
The first match was between the Loose Cultivator City and the veteran powerhouse, Ziwei Heavenly Palace.
Xuanxuan is a long-time KPL fan, having followed the competition since its very first season. He bought his ticket long ago and queued up in front of the venue to get in.
She wasn't holding any team support merchandise.
Over the years, various teams have come and gone, some falling into the secondary league and disbanding, disappearing from the scene altogether; some emerging dark horse teams made it into the top three in their first KPL appearance; and some were defeated, went bankrupt, and had to be sold off and renamed...
She has seen all kinds of players, some who have achieved stunning five-kill streaks like shooting stars illuminating the night sky, but then failed and faded away for various reasons, disappearing like a fleeting moment; others who have been steady and reliable, never reaching the top of the leaderboard or becoming wildly popular, but still competing on the field thanks to their years of experience and consistent performance...
After watching too much, I lost interest in being a solo fan. I no longer scream, get excited, or stay up all night because of a single match win or loss, or cheer and jump for joy or cry and curse with my friends in the group chat.
After all, she was no longer a college student. She had entered the workforce, become a corporate slave, and been brutally beaten down by society. It was difficult for her to maintain the passion and enthusiasm of her youth.
Nowadays, she only tries to buy tickets for the opening match and the finals each year; otherwise, she watches the live stream on her phone.
However, one team this year managed to pique her interest, and she even spent a lot of money to buy a front-row seat and line up early.
She arrived early and entered the venue in no time. Before it got too crowded, she went to the restroom. As she was washing her hands, she suddenly heard laughter coming from the men's restroom next door.
"The City of Loose Cultivators is awesome! They changed owners, changed the starting lineup, and even brought in a female player! It's not that I look down on female players, but they just can't play games as well as men."
"Exactly! Female players treat the game like a fashion fashion game, only looking at skins and star attributes. Do they even understand runes, item builds, or positioning? Every time I'm matched with a female player in ranked, I know we're doomed to lose. I'd rather feed than let them win!"
Several male fans with acne scars were talking loudly and staggering out. Xuanxuan was very annoyed and was about to retort when she suddenly frowned.
She recognized him; the speaker was a well-known streamer in the gaming section of the Xiandao live streaming website, famous for his sharp skills and his scathing, misogynistic remarks. He looked down on female players, which attracted countless insults.
But he's actually pretty good at the game, consistently ranking in the top ten or so in the peak tournament, attracting a lot of equally crazy fans. By gaining popularity through controversy, he even climbed to the top of the gaming section on the Xiandao live streaming website.
He loves to get into conflicts with people. The more conflict there is, the smuger he gets. He's a master of sophistry and argument. If you try to argue with him, he'll definitely use it as an excuse to make a big scene, which will only attract more attention for him.
Just as I was hesitating, a tall, slender young man wearing a mask came out of the restroom, glanced over, and said, "Hmm? You're 'Yama Munemitsu' from the Xiandao livestreaming website?"
The anchor, Yamamune, turned to look at the young man. Although the young man was wearing a mask, one could tell from his exposed eyes that he had handsome features.
Not to mention his extraordinary and awe-inspiring demeanor, which made everyone around him feel ashamed and stare at him in disbelief.
Yamamune Mitsuaki laughed smugly.
"It's me! You're my fan? Want me to sign your autograph? I see you didn't bring any paper, but I can sign it on your hand—"
The young man chuckled softly: "It really is you. Thank you for that 0-9-0 Nako last night. My girlfriend's Mai Shiranui got another gold medal and godlike performance."
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