"Sigh, my IG PUBG team really isn't doing well. They can't even qualify for the world tournant. I'm thinking of replacing them all next year," the principal sighed.
Experience tales at empire
His two favorite gas were LOL and PUBG.
LOL made him proud by winning the world championship.
But when it ca to PUBG, his team was like idiots, unable to even qualify.
This was sothing the proud and ambitious principal could not accept.
"Ming God, are you interested in switching teams? Na your salary," the principal imdiately tried to poach from 4AM.
The 4AM manager watching the stream felt a jolt—"na your salary" was definitely the style of the son of the richest man. Who knows if Jiang Siming would be tempted by the offer?
But Jiang Siming didn't ask about the salary limit or whether he would agree. He just casually replied, "I'm a man you can't have."
Pff~
Everyone burst into laughter, and even the principal quickly laughed and cursed, "Who the hell wants you as a man? I want your skills!"
"Still no deal."
"Fine, I didn't want you anyway."
"Alright, let's just play the ga."
Everyone realized Jiang Siming was cleverly dodging the topic by joking around. What a sly move!
As the plane took off, Cheng He's mic was open on all-team voice chat, and the YY was on auto-speak, so they could hear the other players on the plane.
"4AM rocks!"
"World champions are aweso!"
"Today, I'm Ming God, I'll crush your heads!"
"I've been practicing Ming God's instant sniper shots. Once I master it, you're all dead!"
"Before every drop, I chant: 'Ming God rocks! Divine power upon !'"
...
These weren't stream followers; they didn't even know they were queued with Jiang Siming.
This was the "trending style" in the Asia server right now—every ga you'd hear people shouting "4AM rocks."
Clearly, the championship hype hadn't died down yet; it was still a hot topic of conversation.
Even foreign servers were affected by the championship fever, though abroad they rarely discussed 4AM—they only talked about Jiang Siming.
A championship team cos along every year, but Ming might be a once-in-a-lifeti phenonon.
Jiang Siming's personal highlight reels from the tournants had amassed terrifying view counts in the tens of millions on foreign gaming video sites, dominating all the leaderboards.
Total popularity rankings, total views, total favorites, total shares, and total comnts.
He ranked first in all of them!
This highlight reel, in the eyes of foreign players, represented the pinnacle of PUBG gaplay.
It had beco the go-to source for PUBG players worldwide to study top-tier skills, which explained its extraordinary video stats.
"Man, that's incredible. When will soone shout 'Cheng He rocks' on a plane like that?" Cheng He said, enviously.
He felt that even as a big celebrity, he might not have as much popularity as Jiang Siming at the mont.
It wasn't just his popularity in gaming; Jiang Siming's three songs were also exploding in the entertainnt industry.
Especially after the release of "Luzhou Moon," Jiang Siming had gained a considerable number of music fans.
On various music platforms, all three of Jiang Siming's songs were on the hot search and new song charts.
"Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles" and "One Person's Paris" were ranked around ninth and tenth.
But "Luzhou Moon" was ranked first everywhere! Insane!
"My dream is to pull off so sick play and have people accuse
of cheating. That would be enough to make
happy," Lin Dog joked.
"Ming God, mark a spot, don't pay attention to these two delusional guys," the principal didn't want to waste ti chatting and was eager to get on with the ga.
Jiang Siming casually marked a spot, and the four flew toward it.
"Damn! Two squads!" Lin Dog instantly chickened out.
The principal angrily cursed, "What the hell are you scared of? Not even the world champion can save your cowardice! You're always like this in every ga."
Lin Dog chuckled but wasn't upset. He and the principal had that kind of relationship—good buddies who could curse at each other freely.
"No way, I'm sticking with Ming God. If I follow him, I won't die," Cheng He declared, sounding like he knew what he was doing.
It was true. Including the principal and Lin Dog, they all decided not to go anywhere else but to follow Jiang Siming closely.
"With a world champion leading the way, how could you not follow closely behind? Are you thinking about going solo? What are you thinking!"
Jiang Siming landed quickly, picked up the G36C, a weapon unique to the snowy map, and walked out, while the others were still parachuting in the sky.
Aiming at the sky, he calmly stood on the ground and started shooting.
Tat-tat-tat.
The sound of the G36C assault rifle was a bit like the engine of an old bus—hoarse and low, but it sounded great.
With one burst of shots, a team and a half of enemies fell from the sky.
The audience was thrilled, the familiar Ming God, playing his bird-shooting ga!
You never saw this in world tournants, because no one would dare to land in the sa spot as Jiang Siming.
There were still two enemies left, but they were too far away, and Jiang Siming didn't bother to chase them.
After landing, Cheng He and the other two saw the six fallen players on the ground. They were so excited they didn't even want to pick up guns; instead, they ran over to punch the enemies to finish them off.
Even though they didn't get the kills, the feeling of landing and being able to finish off players was just too satisfying.
Honestly, they might not even kill this many people in a whole day of gaming, so they wanted to savor the mont!
"Lin Dog, don't you dare finish them all off! Leave two for !" The principal had only managed to finish off one and was furious.
Lin Dog didn't care; after finishing off the enemies, he ran to the buildings to loot, leaving the principal both angry and amused. Swearing under his breath, he followed to search for equipnt.
Because these three big personalities were so down-to-earth, the ga was filled with funny monts.
The audience watched Jiang Siming's godly plays while also enjoying the banter and love-hate relationship between Lin Dog, the principal, and Cheng He. The live stream was fantastic!
Out of the six loot boxes, there was only one white fragnt left on the ground.
"Picked up [Snowfield Tracking Skill] White Fragnt *1 (1/1), fragnt count complete, ready for imdiate use."
Sigh, he missed the London tournant. If this were a tournant, at least three of those boxes would have given him fragnts, and all of them would have been good stuff.
But better than nothing, Jiang Siming picked it up and returned to the buildings to continue looting.
The four of them started chatting casually, not paying any attention to the two remaining players in the area.
"Ming God, what about the song collaboration with J I ntioned last ti? Are you going to accept it or not? J really appreciates you," the principal asked.
"It would be an honor to collaborate with J, but I don't have any suitable songs for him at the mont. If I co up with sothing that fits, I'll contact him first."
"Alright, no problem," the principal understood imdiately and decisively dropped the subject.
Many viewers were confused, unsure what Jiang Siming's words ant.
It wasn't that Jiang Siming didn't want to collaborate with J. After all, who was J? He was a legend in the Chinese music scene, known as the 'walking CD,' the prince of love songs, and the youth of a generation.
Being approached for a song by J was, of course, sothing that made Jiang Siming happy.
But since J was using the principal to relay the ssage, it wasn't clear if that was his true intention.
Besides, if J really wanted to collaborate, it wouldn't be hard for soone of his status to get Jiang Siming's contact information.
But JJ hadn't done that, and Jiang Siming hadn't received any direct calls from him.
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