At this mont, the live stream of “Little Chick” was sitting at around five hundred viewers. That was already the number after a drop. Earlier, during a final-circle showdown with the so-called “Number One Boss,” the viewership had spiked to over two thousand. Most of those who ca into Xiao Ye’s stream had co with high hopes, expecting to see him pull off a win.
But Xiao Ye let them down.
Through his in-ga perspective, viewers felt the mounting frustration, and many simply clicked out. Then, in the next match, he spawned fully geared—a dream start. Hopes soared once more. Maybe this ti, he’d turn it around.
But then ca a hand grenade from an adorable female strear. One explosion later, and Xiao Ye was nothing but a loot crate. The audience vanished once more. And now, only five hundred remained—and the number was steadily, silently falling.
“Another dream start? Don’t tell it’s the sa script again. I’m out.” So viewers, seeing what looked like a repeat of the last round, chose not to waste their ti. They flocked back to other strears with more promising action.
“Brothers, don’t leave! If I don’t win this round, I’ll eat shit live on stream!”
Xiao Ye, noticing the shrinking count in his viewer list, blurted out a desperate, exaggerated vow. The mont the words left his mouth, the familiar voice of the pretty strear piped up in the team voice channel, just as her in-ga character jogged back toward him.
“Little Chick, how are you this fat again?”
That voice—the sa one from before—triggered a flood of bullet comnts across Xiao Ye’s stream.
“Strear, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Run, strear! Don’t get blown up again!”
The tone was clearly playful, but laced with schadenfreude. Xiao Ye saw the comnts and couldn’t help laughing. He glanced over, responded to chat with a grin, and said, “Relax, brothers. I don’t have a grenade on this ti!”
His laugh rang out, hearty and casual. But then soone in chat fired back instantly.
“Strear, she has one!”
In that sa instant, a grenade rolled to his feet.
Xiao Ye’s smile vanished like morning mist.
Boom.
The grenade exploded.
Two loot crates appeared on the ground: one for “Little Chick,” and the other for “The Eldest Miss Has Arrived.”
【Ding. Host manipulated events behind the scenes, causing the protagonist Xiao Ye to be eliminated in-ga and lowering his popularity. Host gains 1200 Villain Points. Xiao Ye’s Protagonist Halo -60. Host’s Villain Halo 60.】
“Beautiful work!” Wang Haoran clapped his hands, grinning in delight as he praised Qin Yunhan again.
“Haha, pure luck this ti. I landed and found a grenade right away.” Qin Yunhan’s voice was bubbly, the kind of sweet that could kill.
anwhile, Xiao Ye sat there, staring at his dwindling viewer count with a face full of gloom. He keyed into the team voice chat and demanded, “What the hell, Miss Strear? Why’d you throw another grenade?!”
“It was an accident, okay? I didn’t an to,” Qin Yunhan replied innocently.
Xiao Ye didn’t believe her for a second.
The first ti could’ve been an honest mistake. The second ti? That was no accident. No way in hell. He realized now—this strear was doing it on purpose. Maybe for content, maybe because soone told her to. Could be “Number One Boss” was behind it all, pulling the strings.
But regardless of the reason… could he really get mad at such a pretty girl?
Of course not.
“It’s okay, Miss Strear,” Xiao Ye said, swallowing his irritation and forcing a generous tone.
“Little Chick, you still down for another match?” Qin Yunhan asked, following her boyfriend Wang Haoran’s cue.
But Xiao Ye had no mood left for PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds.
He knew exactly how things would play out if he kept queuing. If he didn’t match with her again, the ga would be dull no matter how slick his plays were—there’d be no audience left to care. But if he did match with her again, and she ended up on his team, then what? More grenades? More sabotage?
And if they were in the sa match but on opposing teams… he couldn’t bring himself to shoot her. And if he did, what if she got mad and stopped playing with him?
Still, he didn’t want to give up a chance to ga with her.
After a mont’s thought, he said, “Miss Strear, I think I’m done with PUBG for now. Gonna switch over to Honor of Kings. You want in?”
“I don’t play Honor of Kings.” Qin Yunhan pouted.
She had played it before, but after getting absolutely wrecked by Xu Muyan, she developed a bit of trauma. She really didn’t want to touch it again.
Besides, she had no actual desire to play with Little Chick. She was only asking these questions because her boyfriend told her to.
“Alright then. Bye for now, Miss Strear. Let’s play again next ti,” Xiao Ye said, trying to keep things light.
“Sure! Next ti I’ll blow you up again,” Qin Yunhan answered offhandedly.
Pfft!
Xiao Ye had just lifted his glass to take a sip of water when he heard that—and spat it all over his keyboard.
How much did this woman hate him?! Two grenades weren’t enough? She wanted a third?
“What’s Little Chick saying? Is he still playing or not?” Wang Haoran asked through the mic.
“He said he’s done,” Qin Yunhan replied.
“He’s already quitting?” Wang Haoran sounded a bit disappointed.
Playing gas wasn’t all that fun on its own. But racking up Villain Points while playing? Now that was satisfying. Too bad Little Chick had logged off.
Qin Yunhan hesitated for a second, then added, “Wait, he said he’s done with PUBG, but he’s heading to play Honor of Kings.”
“Honor of Kings?” Wang Haoran’s eyes lit up.
Xu Muyan was one of the female leads—and she just so happened to be a top strear for that very ga.
If Little Chick was switching over, could it be that he’d get matched with her?
The thought gave Wang Haoran a sudden jolt of inspiration. He instantly closed out of PUBG.
Then, as a courtesy, he swung by the channels of the three PUBG strears who had helped “rescue” him earlier and sent them a few expensive gifts. A small gesture of thanks.
“I just rembered I’ve got sothing to take care of. Gonna hop off for now,” Wang Haoran said to Qin Yunhan through the team voice.
“Okay, no problem. Let’s play another ti,” she replied imdiately, not daring to press him further.
Wang Haoran ended the voice call, pulled out his phone, and opened Douyin. Within seconds, he found Xu Muyan’s live room.
On stream, she was just about to enter a match—locked in hero picks and bans.
Among her teammates was a very familiar ID: “Little Chick.”
“Miss First Pick, I’m new to this. Please carry .” The ssage ca through from Little Chick in all its humble glory.
Sa ID. Sa tone. Sa typing style. Wang Haoran had no doubt—this was the sa Little Chick who had just been blown sky-high in PUBG.
It was fate. Or rather, the ever-absurd power of the Protagonist Halo.
One mont he rage-quits from PUBG. The next, he’s in a team with an another female lead.
But that was just perfect.
So he couldn’t win in PUBG? You think you’ll win in Honor of Kings?
We’ll see about that.
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