"Shutdown!"
The icy female voice rang through the headphones, and Jian Rong watched as the screen went gray in front of him. He tore off his headphones and tossed them onto the table before he picked up his milk and took a fierce gulp from it.
[No way no way? There's no way that there are actually pro players out there who will walk blindly into the brush despite knowing that the other team is nowhere to be found on the map?]
[Just retire already. You're really only good enough to be a third-rate streamer.]
[Tsk, you're so trash that I'm embarrassed to call myself your dad.]
"What?" Jian Rong opened up the in-game shop and said lazily, "Did the several thousand Challenger accounts in League all gather here in my livestream? Let me see." He clicked on the profile of a spectator who was furiously spamming insults in the barrage. When he saw the game account linked to the profile, he let out a sneer. "Ah, Black Rose server, ranked 'unyielding' Silver... You are pretty unyielding."
[...This is an invasion of God's privacy!]
"Why weren't you this bold with your claims when you were digging through my livestream's side account and invading your dad's privacy?" Jian Rong moved his cursor. "I already suspected that there were people in the brush... I thought that it was just their mid laner and jungler, but it turned out that there were five of them."
[You sure know how to make excuses for yourself.]
[Hm? Didn't the little dumbass say that he wasn't gonna stream on Christmas because he was gonna go out and have fun?]
[Why aren't you duo Q'ing with Road today?]
Upon seeing that comment, Jian Rong couldn't help but glance at the phone sitting on the table.
He had originally made plans with Lu Boyuan to go out and spend Christmas together, but one of the brands Lu Boyuan endorsed had a last minute marketing campaign that they needed him for. As a result, Lu Boyuan booked a flight at noon and went to Beijing.
Judging from the time, he should be there soon...
Ten minutes passed before the phone screen that Jian Rong had glanced at over and over finally lit up.
[Little Orange's Daddy: I arrived.]
A moment later, a banner that only a livestream's big boss could possess popped up pompously at the top of the stream—TTC ་ Road has entered TTC ་ Soft's livestream in a pumpkin carriage.
Jian Rong was in the middle of heatedly reporting his teammates. However, the sound of his typing came to a stop the instant the banner appeared, and he deleted the mini essay in the text box soon after. Instead, he wrote out something plain and simple: Player was boosted, too weak. Recommend banning the account.
[Little Orange's Daddy: On the way to the photo shoot. Go ahead and stream, I'll just listen.]
Jian Rong went AFK from the game and picked up his phone to earnestly reply back to Lu Boyuan. When he looked up again, he saw that the barrage had grown displeased.
[What? Dad made time to watch your stream even while shopping with my girlfriend on Christmas. Am I here to watch you play on your phone?]
[AFKing to consume time, I've reported you. You can just wait for the super mod to come get you now.]
[Road's in the stream watching you, and you still have the balls to AFK? I see you have quite a lot of guts!]
"I was just responding to a message, you all are so annoying." Jian Rong put down his phone reluctantly. "I didn't AFK. I'm purposefully waiting a little before entering the queue, or else I'm going to run into those idiots again."
