Chapter 103 - Penta Kill
The break room was completely empty. Lu Boyuan leaned back against the sofa, watching the match livestream.
Both teams took the stage, and the camera gave each pro player a close-up one by one, with the last shot being Jian Rong.
Jian Rong's bangs were wet, and one lock of hair was still plastered to his forehead. After sitting down, he expressionlessly lowered his head and started to check his peripherals. Over the course of all their matches, he was already very familiar with this process.
When Lu Boyuan remembered how Jian Rong had flat-out sprinted to the bathroom to wash his face the minute before they had to go on stage, he couldn't help but feel an urge to laugh.
There was a camera focused on him nearby, so in the end, he only lifted the corner of his mouth for a few seconds before restraining himself again.
As usual, the same old faces were in charge of commentating on the match today. There wasn't a strict age limit for commentators, so the turnover rate was similar to the speed of a snail. The new commentators were constantly being nitpicked, so whenever there was a major competition, the older commentators were always the ones sent in.
"I can guess what the commentators are saying right now even with my headphones on." Xiao Bai coughed and forced his voice lower as he imitated, "Road's absence in the semifinals can be considered a heavy blow to TTC. But no worries, I trust that Moon will definitely be able to give an outstanding performance this time and contribute his strength to the team..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone knocked a notebook against his head.
Ding-ge scolded him quietly, "Causing trouble for your teammates right off the bat? Are you done with your inspection yet?!"
"Owie." Xiao Bai rubbed his head. "Aren't I just trying to alleviate the atmosphere?"
His headphones were full of his teammates' voices. Jian Rong examined his keyboard, with Lu Boyuan's words still floating through his mind.
He drew in a deep breath and couldn't resist imagining again what kind of reward it would be...
Damn, I'm about to compete, what the fuck am I thinking about?
Jian Rong lifted his hand and slapped himself forcefully on the forehead. There was a lot of power behind the slap, and the crisp "pa" noise was transmitted into his teammates' headphones.
The team voice chat, along with the entire audience at the stadium and those watching the livestream: "..............."
Xiao Bai was astonished. "What are you doing... no matter how much pressure you're under, you don't need to go that far..."
Jian Rong ignored him. After he was done inspecting his computer, he reached up and raked his bangs back, away from his forehead.
He simply felt that his bangs were a bit long and were getting in his eyes, but that scene just happened to be captured and projected onto the broadcast. Some young women who had come to the stadium in groups were all stunned when they saw him do that, and immediately, they let out hushed shrieks—
Commentator A: "...Soft really is handsome, does TTC's owner pick his pro players based on how good-looking they are?"
Commentator B: "So you're saying Soft only has his good looks and no other strengths?"
"You..." Commentator A choked back his curses. Taking advantage of the camera being focused elsewhere, he put on a fake smile and said to Commentator B, "Don't you instigate anything between me and Soft, are you going to take responsibility if something happens to me?"
