Chapter 12
The atmosphere in the living room on the first floor was heavy.
Le Anyi slumped in the sofa with a heavy face. His chubby hands slid towards his feet automatically due to some pressure. Suddenly his eyes caught sight of his team leader. His expression instantly cleared up. He quickly retracted his hand, took it away as if nothing had happened, and slowly put his feet down and stuffed them into the slippers.
Ling Yin just glanced over here and walked around the sofa to get breakfast in the restaurant.
Le Anyi knew that this sofa had been blacklisted by him. He rolled his eyes and put his feet on it without restraint. He sighed and said, "Oh, what's going on?"
He glanced at the handsome young man on the stairs, clacking and clacking his skateboard up and down. He had so much energy that even a nearly 22-year-old like him could only envy him. He'd woken up so early, he'd been skateboarding all morning, as if the online outcry wasn't directed at him.
He sighed again and took out his cell phone to scroll through it dejectedly.
Le Anyi: "No, why aren't those people who usually love to comment on the game speaking up for our star? Don't they understand the game either?"
Zhao Hui said, "Nonsense! If public opinion had just started, it would be fine. But now it's a one-sided war of words. If it were you, would you dare to argue with hundreds of thousands of people?"
He Weichen held up a banana peel, as if ready to shoot a basketball, his target the trash can half a meter away: "Hundreds of thousands of idiots combined represent the absolute truth. If you dare to refute it, you're done."
Le Anyi fell silent. He was a veteran player, and constantly being called DL's weakest underdog, he was used to the abuse. Even so, hearing those harsh words still made him uncomfortable. Furthermore, Qu Xing was young and hadn't experienced much abuse. What if these trolls scolded their hard-earned AD carry to the point where they couldn't even play?
"well……"
Qu Xing flew into the kitchen on his skateboard, snatched a small piece of bread from the Lingyin plate, and flew out again. He sat down with a happy look on his face.
Le Anyi was puzzled: "Why do you look so happy?"
"How can I be happy?" Qu Xing asked doubtfully, "Isn't this what I do every day?"
"That's the problem." Le Anyi said with a sad face: "Why can you act exactly the same as usual? Tell me, brother, are you pretending to be strong?"
Qu Xing wanted to laugh.
He was actually in a pretty good mood because he saw a lot of cute and comforting private messages when he woke up early in the morning. At least the fans were not fake.
Looking at Le Anyi's expression that said, "Hurry up and tell your brother that you are sad, so that your brother can feel sorry for you," Qu Xing cooperated and put away his smile. He said aggrievedly, "Yes, I am so sad, they all scolded me." As he said that, he was about to fall into Le Anyi's open arms.
Qu Xing was almost feeling Le Anyi's warm body temperature when a gentle but unquestionable force pulled him away.
Qu Xing looked up and met Ling Yin's slightly aggrieved expression.
He stood beside him, his slender figure covering Qu Xing completely. Qu Xing noticed that there was an extra breakfast in his hand and confidently thought it must be for him.
Ling Yin said slowly: "Isn't your partner me?"
The traces of grievance in Ling Yin's eyes were very obvious, with a clear hint of playfulness, and he didn't look very sincere. But Qu Xing's heart was still hit hard. He was so mesmerized by this face that he forgot everything else and immediately let go of Le Anyi: "That's right."
He clung to Ling Yin: "Captain, comfort me quickly."
Le Anyi: "...There are no cameras right now, who are you two showing your microphone to?"
As if in response to this sentence, a familiar yet unfamiliar cough came from the side.
Le Anyi: "..." He turned his head and saw his photographer holding up his mobile phone to take a short video.
This man, Li Furui, is the backbone of DL's immense support in the age of virality. Recruited by the Fourth Master, he often appears unnoticed in various corners of the base. While individual teams are trying to drum up traffic, he's already captured a wealth of footage with his combined human-machine stealth skills, producing numerous viral hits. DL's ability to attract so many sponsors is due in part to Ling Yin's presence, 25% to DL's skill, and 25% to this master of operations.
He edited Le Anyi and He Weichen into a love-hate relationship.
Li Furui put down his phone and began editing the video. Even without his invisibility, he still had plenty of style. When he lifted his eyelids, they seemed to gleam with gold, then dropped them again in an instant. His mouth tilted to the side, revealing a few large, white teeth that contrasted sharply with his skin tone. "That's what the Fourth Master ordered. He said that since Wind is already like this, we should just stir up some public opinion and muddy the waters."
Le Anyi: "What's up with Wind? What's this propaganda? What are you talking about?"
Li Furui: "You don't know?"
Qu Xing's heart stirred, and he turned to look. Ling Yin was holding a bitten piece of bread in one hand, while with the other he twirled his phone, his fingertips casually gliding across the screen. He stared at those slender fingers for a moment, feeling for some reason that they had just done something significant with their phone.
Qu Xing took out his cell phone.
The most popular real-time term under the League of Legends topic: [Wind swearing]
Holy shit…
Qu Xing's heart skipped a beat. He clicked on the entry and saw a Weibo post that had been published half an hour ago:
DL-Wind: I realized how ugly your shouting was during the competition.
There was no preface or postscript, just a short sentence, no proof, no explanation. The arrogant tone and cold attitude were completely inconsistent with Qu Xing's understanding of Ling Yin.
Qu Xing: "Brother, you are so handsome——"
Ling Yin smiled and tilted his head: "Thank you."
He Weichen: “6.”
Qu Xing: "Will the Fourth Master scold you?"
Ling Yin didn't care: "Why are you scolding me?"
Le Anyi laughed and said, "Does the Fourth Master dare to do that?"
Qu Xing didn't pay attention to what Le Anyi said because he found the style of the comment section particularly unique.
——Ahhhhhhhhhhh Fengshen, you are so domineering, I love you so much
——Even Wind can’t stand it anymore, you idiots keep yelling
——Are you stupid? What the hell are you guys doing?
——No, you actually managed to make Wind angry?? You guys are amazing!
——First of all, I'm not from Nantong. Secondly, Fengshen, could you please read this sentence aloud for me? [drooling]
——Ling Yin!! I am your dog!
——Brother, please scold me more! ! ! !
——Ahhhhhhhhhhh God, I can't bear to think about you saying such things with that face. Can you repeat the post-match interview of the Spring Split?
Qu Xing: “Puff.”
He is worthy of being called the God of Wind.
Whatever Fengshen does is right. Fengshen is the most authoritative benchmark in LPL. Fengshen is great!!!
Qu Xing tilted his head to glance at Ling Yin's quiet profile. He lowered his head and typed:
DL-Dazzling——Brother is so handsome! [Starry eyes]
A missing figure who hadn't even reposted the team's official announcement since his return, a figure at the center of LPL public opinion, suddenly appeared in the comments section in this way. Like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the Lingyin comments section seemed to have become another carnival mecca.
[Did Qu Xing and Ling Yin kiss today?]——Reply to [DL-Dazzling]: Damn, look who I caught?
[My husband and I are married] - Reply to [DL-Dazzling]: Little Star, go hide in the captain's arms for comfort
[Ling Ling Xing]——Reply to [DL-Dazzling]: Wind personally certified the official CP, if you dare to scold Daisy, you will anger my Wind God.
Obviously these people have already seen the CP drama that Li Furui just released.
While the comments section here was unusually clean, the verbal battle on the other side was also tainted with a number of strange things. Ling Yin had also led the charge, bringing in various voices to denounce yesterday's "Kaka-kun." The chaotic battle between the various factions had indeed turned into a murky mess, and the sarcasm directed at Qu Xing suddenly seemed less offensive.
But that’s not all.
Two hours later, a topic titled: [Dazzling All-Star Show] suddenly appeared on the hot search list.
Training room.
Zhou's voice, tinged with anger, gradually approached: "Why was Dazzling's name put up? I didn't see you put it up in the first round, so why did you slip up as soon as the people came back?"
Qu Xing took off half of his earphones in confusion, tilted his head and asked, "What do you mean? What do you mean by putting my name on it?"
Jiang Lin had just gotten up and didn't know anything. He was still digesting the public opinion he had accidentally read, which had somehow become distorted. "Are you and Wind together?"
Qu Xing: "No... Never mind, I'll see for myself."
The day after tomorrow is the LPL awards ceremony, and the day after that there's an exhibition match. The audience votes for the players, and ten of them will be split into two teams. One of the originally chosen AD carries couldn't make the trip for a special reason. Normally, the official selection would have been made, but they reopened the voting for the AD carry, meaning the one with the highest number of votes would go first.
But for some reason, Dazzling, who hadn't returned to the competition for seven months, was included.
In the end, there was no doubt that Qu Xing won the most votes.
Who wouldn’t want to watch this mysterious and mysterious devil who is full of mysteries play a game?
Zhou Si: "Alright, anyone with a discerning eye can see you did this on purpose. How did you accidentally put someone up there after being off for half a year? Why not even discuss this with us in advance? My AD carry is in the spotlight right now. You all know how long he hasn't played in a tournament. How can he compare to these players who have been playing all the time? It was a good entertainment match, and you let Dazzling in and start a pointless verbal fight, and you're happy with that?"
As he spoke, Zhou Si had already come up behind Qu Xing. He had been worried about his AD since seeing all the public opinion yesterday, and he gave Qu Xing a reassuring look.
Qu Xing heard the voice on the other end of the phone, speaking in a humble manner, which made Zhou Si feel less angry. "Forget it, I know this isn't a decision you can make. Go talk to your boss, and I'll discuss it with Dazzling. If they're happy to go, then they can go. If not, you can find someone else."
Qu Xing lowered his head and looked through the comments from netizens.
It's not a one-sided debate these days, but the debate over Qu Xing's true strength isn't over yet. Analytical videos, offering a variety of perspectives, have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. They're all about analyzing Qu Xing. Unfortunately, they can only discuss him using a bunch of tarnished match replays. But Qu Xing lost more than half of his matches that year, winning only a small fraction. The highlights have long been edited out, leaving little to discuss, which is rather frustrating. Qu Xing never live-streamed, so there's not even a trace of his livestream footage to be found.
So after much discussion, people with different opinions "discussed" the issue endlessly, but no conclusive result was reached.
Qu Xing couldn't help but complain: "They want to see me prove my strength? I've been playing for a year and I can't see it, and they still want to see me. They don't expect me to kill like I did in the gold bully game, right?"
As he was speaking, Qu Xing turned to a post from someone who he couldn't tell whether he really liked him or was just being sarcastic.
——Dazzling is someone who can kill Wind six times in a single game. Just wait for Dazzling to kill those people eight or ten times.
Qu Xing: “…”
"Yes." Zhou Si frowned and nodded. "Besides, the strength of these ten people is uneven, and the teams were randomly drawn, so it's hard to predict who will win or lose. If you and Wind are assigned to opposite sides, it will be even more difficult. If you lose a game, those crazy people will criticize you to death."
Qu Xing: "Alas."
He lowered his head and flipped through it, and found that not all of them were of this kind.
[I haven't seen him for a long time, let him come out and show his face [crying]]
【He hasn’t appeared on camera for almost ten months! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !】
[It's fine as a recreational match, it's still a competition. I just like the energy he puts into the game.]
[Who cares about winning or losing in this entertainment game? Dazzling, come on up and play!]
【Want to see the HD enlarged version of handsome face】
"Tsk." Qu Xing laughed.
So cute.
Zhou Si: "No, I'd better reject it for you."
"It's okay, it's okay." Qu Xing waved his hand casually: "I'll go, it's just a fun game."
Zhou Si paused: "If we lose, these guys will curse even more."
Qu Xing: "It's okay."
Zhou Si: "Are you sure?"
Qu Xing: "Sure."
"Okay." Zhou Si smiled lovingly and raised his hand to rub Qu Xing's head.
To be honest, he has been coveting this furry colorful head for a long time.
It was as if Qu Xing had eyes on his back, his accurate prediction ability from the game translated into reality. Just as Zhou Si's hand was about to touch his hair, he dodged.
Qu Xing: "Hairstyle, brother."
Zhou Si regretfully withdrew his hand: "Okay."
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