Chapter 919: Chapter 503 I Hate You Guys the Most Chapter 919: Chapter 503 I Hate You Guys the Most “A dream collab, huh? It’s the first ti I’ve seen Old Fox and Wang Say Gas pop up in the sa streaming room.”
“Yeah, the last ti I saw this scene was, well, the last ti. Speaking of which, what’s the deal with their grudge, anyhow?”
“Are you young people today clueless about the drama from a few years back?”
“Can you superior dogs just go die once!”
“Is that the way to ask for help? But since you’re a fan of Old Fox and your brain isn’t even the size of my booger, I guess I’ll forgive you.”
“You can tell you’re a fan of Old Man right off the bat, always slapping a label on people for no reason.”
“Just admit it, did I label it right or not!”
The fans of both sides had a long-standing grudge. Usually “kings don’t see kings, and generals don’t see generals”, so they still maintained a sort of harmony.
This ti they t unexpectedly, and right at the outset, sparks flew—a high-voltage affair that wouldn’t end without taking out a few lives.
The fans from both sides began to infiltrate each other’s ranks. The “Wang VS Old Fox” trend started to take shape and climbed the hot search rankings with the help of a bunch of onlookers fanning the flas.
The fans started sending gifts to the strears they supported or inciting fla wars in the rivals’ streaming rooms, while their friends joined the fray and pulled strings from the sidelines, digging up dirt on the opposition.
What seed like an ordinary night turned into a juicy spectacle, exciting a host of gaming strears, who followed the scent over eagerly.
The streaming room was polluted with a smog of information, each tidbit appearing at lightning speed. Fans who were just in a fla war blinked and could no longer see the opponent’s ID and ssages, but it didn’t matter—as long as they caught soone different from them, the fight continued.
The streaming rooms degenerated into what internet streaming rooms were originally: you don’t know , I don’t know you, but that doesn’t stop the intimate and deadly output on your family registry, followed by a swift withdrawal, never sticking around.
Outside it turned into a battlefield. The commanders’ ssages could only stay on the screen for a brief dozen seconds or so.
But because of this chaos, the big spenders went wild with gift-giving, aiming to make their ssages seen by everyone and to deliver maximum impact on the others.
In just over an hour since Wang and the others appeared, the number of gifts in the streaming room had reached millions. All kinds of freaks and monsters were going nuts, driving up the popularity of the stream nonstop.
However, unlike the bloody battles on the outside, the atmosphere inside the streaming room was unusually harmonious.
Old Fox’s account had been streaming non-stop, so he didn’t co forward to talk to Wang directly but sent one of his staff to find Wang.
Since Wang was also streaming, cutting it off then would leave room for criticism, so Wang didn’t leave with the employee. Instead, he gave Xien Waidao a aningful look as if to say, “From now on, you represent .”
But he quickly waved his hand, ashad for thinking Xien Waidao would be reliable.
When he looked again, however, he realized Black Tech clearly didn’t care about anything, and Fangcheng EX seed even less concerned, so he could only turn his eyes back to Xien Waidao.
Please, I really have no one to rely on but you.
Brother Xien, give a hand.
Understanding the aning in Wang’s gaze, Xien Waidao gave a look back: “I’ll do my best.”
The group walked to the playground, where the staff mber expertly pulled out the True Knowledge Sticks that cost five cents each and handed them out.
“Gents, take a lollipop to chill. If you don’t like lollipops, I’ve also got yogurt—the kind you can lick off the lid.”
“Kid’s quite the smooth operator, huh? We’re all first-tirs here, so why are you so practiced? Been rehearsing behind our backs, have you?” Xien Waidao asked curiously.
“You’re joking, Brother Xien,” the employee said with a forced smile, “Who would want to? It’s just the push of life.”
The employee was also just ten years old, a chubby boy with a sowhat cute face.
However, his brows and eyes were very world-weary, and his tone carried a hint of defeat and listlessness, which made for a comical contrast.
Sucking on lollipops, the group squatted outside the playground, beginning their preliminary probe.
The worker shook his lollipop like shaking ashes, occasionally putting it in his mouth, then said, “Let introduce myself. I’m Xiao Liu, just an average joe at Old Fox Studio. Married with two kids and a twenty-year mortgage still to pay. Not much of a hobbyist, the only fun I get is gaming and watching films, the decent kind of films, that is.”
“I have no interest in your life story, can we get to the point?” Xien Waidao said, using the lollipop stick to pick his ear.
“Sorry about that, I just wanted to introduce myself so you guys could get a full picture of . You’re friends of Wang Say Gas, so you must know about the beef between Old Fox and Wang. Although our positions differ, could I tell a different version of the story?”
Xien Waidao looked at Fangcheng EX and Black Tech, then nodded and said, “Go ahead, tell us.”
“You should know that their conflict originated from so ga videos in the early years, which had so controversies regarding their originality. We never denied the originality of Wang Say Gas, but it wasn’t us who first pirated these videos—it was so UPs on the foreign net. They localized Wang’s videos and then passed them off as their own original works.”
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