Lu Sicheng: Youre live streaming, be more civilized. A kid shouldnt use profanity.
Tong Yao: ......Little Fatty uses it every day.
Lu Sicheng: Hes beyond help.
Little Fatty: Hey!
Tong Yao: Then dont read the bullet comnts. Itll distract .
Lu Sicheng: No way.
While Lu Sicheng was amused by the situation, Tong Yao wanted to die.
-- --Just imagine, when you were focused on playing the ga and soone was nagging right next to you. He wasnt just nagging by himself, he was reading comnts word for word written by thousands of other people
[Little sisters champion pool is so deep, she can use anyone well.]-- --Thats because you havent seen her using Yasuo.
[Smiling, you look so cute, why do you play so fiercely?]-- --Havent you heard In the tiger sniffs the rose.?[1]
[I heard you guys skirmishes with YQCB today? What was the result>]-- --The VPN went down, saving them from humiliation.
[Ahhhhhhh, Smiling, ahhhhhhh. You really are good looking, so cute!-- --Too many ahs, do you need to go to the bathroom to cool down?
[Smiling, switch to another chair. You look so short in this chair.]-- --Shes even shorter when she stands up.
[Whos reading the bullet comnts?]-- --.
[Cheng Ge, you have the ti to read bullet comnts, you wont die if you stream yourself.]-- --Im busy. Cant you see how many bullet comnts there are? You want to stream two days in a row? Ill die.
Tong Yao: ......
Lu Sicheng turned his head to look at Tong Yaos black and white screen (*After a champion died in LoL, the screen will turn monochro.) and said with a poker face, Our team didnt buy you a color monitor?
Tong Yao, facing the monochro image of her champions corpse lying on the ground, had the urge to stand and swing the keyboard into that handso face-- --
At this point, Tong Yao had already dropped so 200 points down to Master. She felt like she had been cursed; ever since she ca to ZGDX, her points were dropping like an anvil for various strange reasons
Whats so fun conversing with the bullet comnts?
Its fun.
When do you plan to stop?
When Im tired.
......
Thus, two hours later, Lu Sicheng was far from being tired of it, but Tong Yao was already tired-- --if being fed up with it all counted as being tired.
She wiped her face to look at her nexus which had been rcilessly battered and her pitiful stats. While the man next to her read out in an emotionless voice, What a pity, youre losing the whole night, Tong Yao quit the ga. She looked at the ti, it was 10:30pm. The viewer count had exceeded 1,500,000, which included her fans, Lu Sichengs fans, and many spectators
There were still a lot of bullet comnts.
Aside from discussions about the ga she just played, most of the comnts were about the relationship between her and Lu Sicheng. One of the viewers who had quite the imagination even lashed out at her being a spoiled girl who would let Lu Sicheng read the bullet comnts to her while she was playing the ga. What a big favor-- --
...What a big favor.
If it wasnt for the fact that the man next to her wouldnt let her curse, she really wanted to say sothing to this viewer.
Did I ask him to read the bullet comnts? If anyone who can buy him a mute pill, Ill donate one dollar. Havent you seen the result of gas? Its all in the red! Thats the result of having soone reading the bullet comnts Tong Yao used so more civil language to rebuke the comnt. Then she waved to the cara, Thats it for today. Im going to sleep-- --
[1]: The line is from the poem In , Past , Present, Future et, by English poet Siegfried Sassoon.
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