Chapter 307: Dumbfounded Little Chick
After exchanging a few words with his teammate Zhang Fei, Xiao Ye controlled his character with swagger and started farming minions with unabashed arrogance. Every ti the opposing solo-laner—Kai, the one who had just sent Lian Po back to the fountain—stepped forward even a little, he’d be t with a barrage of basic attacks from the tiny hero.
Relying on his support’s protection, Lian Po weaved through the lane with reckless abandon. Not only did he deny Kai last hits, he even tried pushing him entirely out of the XP zone. The relentless harassnt quickly wore on Kai’s patience, and eventually, he began to crack.
His positioning grew aggressive, his intent clear—he wanted to fight. But just as his health dipped dangerously low, he regained a shred of reason and backed off.
Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes. This opponent wasn’t easy to kill. If he wanted to force an opening, he’d have to bait him. With that in mind, he deliberately made a “mistake” under tower—targeting Kai too close to the turret and drawing its aggro.
One clean shot from the tower chunked his HP down, leaving Little Chick in a one-hit-kill state if Kai struck with his full combo.
Yet even in this fragile state, Lian Po danced provocatively, throwing caution to the wind. It was a literal death-defying taunt—Xiao Ye was using his own life to bait the enemy. And considering Lian Po was statistically the hero with the most deaths in all of Honor of Kings, that cheeky little face was bound to draw aggro like a fla luring moths.
Sure enough, Kai lost control.
He flashed in with a gleam in his eyes, eager to end it in one swing.
But this was exactly what Xiao Ye had anticipated.
He reacted instantly—flashing away to widen the gap, then imdiately following up with a second skill to knock Kai back. Yet Kai had already committed. Bursting forward, skills blazing, he charged in for the kill.
“Shield ! He’s dead at!” Xiao Ye shouted through voice chat, voice tense but confident.
Zhang Fei was in range to cast his shield, but inexplicably stood still.
A massive sword arced through the air.
Lian Po was sent back to the fountain again.
Only then did Zhang Fei cast his shield, leaping forward to finish off the sliver-HP Kai, sending him back to the respawn pool as well.
At that mont, Kai sent a ssage in all-chat: “That dumbass Lian Po on your team—try jumping around again, I’ll slice your dog head off every ti!”
Kai’s been stewing for a while now, and after getting harassed to the brink of madness, finally seeing the little pest die brought him imnse satisfaction.
But on Xiao Ye’s side, his death triggered a flurry of furious accusations from teammates.
Xiao Qiao spat venom first: “Lian Po, you gave up first blood, then second blood—you’re trash!”
Old Master chid in with scorn: “With that na, you really live up to it. Total rookie.”
Then Luna piled on: “Forget him, this Lian Po is useless. He griefed last ga too—picked Luna and dragged down hard.”
【Ding! Host successfully acted out a scene, disrupting the protagonist Ye Qiu’s ntal state. Gained 500 Villain Points!】
Xiao Ye stared at the barrage of bla in silence, then typed out: “Zhang Fei, why didn’t you shield just now?”
Zhang Fei replied coolly, “Lag spike.”
Xiao Ye frowned. Sothing wasn’t adding up. He had a sinking feeling he’d run into a saboteur again. Based on Zhang Fei’s earlier shield timings, the guy clearly knew how to play. A single missed shield due to lag could be excused—but a second one at the exact worst mont?
And strangely, once Lian Po died, Zhang Fei’s lag vanished. He swooped in, got the kill on Kai, all without issue.
Still, it was just a suspicion with no proof. So Xiao Ye kept it to himself.
The death tir ticked down. Lian Po respawned and returned to the lane.
This ti, Xiao Ye didn’t act cocky. He quietly fard, playing it safe. He had already seen the truth—these teammates weren’t reliable. If he wanted to win, he had to rely on himself.
All he needed was ti. Once he got enough items, he could single-handedly turn the ga.
But trouble found him again.
“Zhang Fei, why are you stealing my farm?” Xiao Ye asked.
“You? A trash ADC like you thinks you deserve last hits? I’m done supporting you.” Wang Haoran—Zhang Fei’s player—typed back with contempt.
“You’re throwing on purpose!” Xiao Ye snapped. He finally saw through the act—this guy wasn’t lagging. He was trolling him.
The mont he typed that, a voice chid in to echo Wang Haoran.
It was Xu Muyan, her voice sweet but mocking: “‘Little Chick,’ did you already forget how badly you trolled last ga? You’re so trash, no support wants to help you. And now you dare bla others?”
She was playing Luna this round and her stats were glowing—multiple kills, high impact. The rest of the team had no reason to doubt her.
Old Master followed up again: “Lian Po is just a trash-talking noob.”
Xiao Qiao added, venomous as ever: “You bought your account, didn’t you? I hope half your family dies.”
Xiao Ye took a breath. He was live-streaming this match. He didn’t want to start a toxic fla war. So he simply said, “Trust , I’m not trash. My chanics are solid. We can still win this.”
The enemy team was full of high-ranking players, but Xiao Ye believed his skill far surpassed theirs. Even without support and with a bad economy, he still had confidence.
After his calm response, the team chat fell silent. No one replied.
Xiao Ye exhaled slightly, easing his grip on the mouse. Though Zhang Fei was still griefing farm, Lian Po was no pushover. They were roughly splitting the farm 50/50. If things continued this way, and he could get fard up, he’d still have a shot at styling on them all.
But that slim hope was shattered just as he dared to believe.
“Let’s surrender. This ‘Lian Po’ is dragging us down. There’s no saving this.” Wang Haoran sent a private voice ssage to Xu Muyan.
Xu Muyan was also streaming. If she kept pretending in front of her audience, it might hurt her reputation. On the other hand, if Xiao Ye managed to farm up and shine in the late ga, the whole setup would crumble.
Wang Haoran wasn’t about to give Xiao Ye that chance.
“Okay,” Xu Muyan replied sweetly. She didn’t want her boyfriend to be upset, so she complied without question.
Monts later, she typed in team chat: “‘Little Chick’ is too bad. I don’t want to play anymore. Let’s surrender.”
Then, she initiated the surrender vote.
Wang Haoran agreed instantly.
The other two teammates, seeing that the strongest player, Luna, had given up, lost their will to fight as well. They voted yes and dropped more insults toward Xiao Ye on the way out.
Xiao Ye was still locked in a tense lane duel with Zhang Fei over the farm, preparing to go full carry mode later, when the vote popped.
He froze.
Four teammates had already voted yes. Even if he pressed no, it was aningless.
The tir ended. The ga auto-resolved and their base exploded.
Defeat.
Another loss.
Half the audience in his stream left imdiately. Disappointed.
Xiao Ye sat there, frustration burning in his chest.
【Ding! Host’s orchestration led to the protagonist Xiao Ye losing the match. Gained 1200 Villain Points. Xiao Ye’s Protagonist Halo -60. Host’s Villain Halo 60!】
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