Chapter 178: When jungler kings meet, there must be a shou! (2/2)
“So this script is actually: Two shous meet, so there must be a gong?”
“Those who mess around should get lost!”
The straight men were used to the rotten Glory circle and even commented on it, “Looking at the whole of the domestic Glory circle, other than Close, who has been confirmed to be a blade, who else can screw over Quiet?”
The scrolling comments were noisy and loud, but Wei Xiao didn’t care.
He asked Asleep, “Which position are you going to play?”
Asleep: “A.” Any.
Wei Xiao was amused, “How about having your big brother play support for you?”
Asleep: “……”
Wei Xiao: “What are you thinking, Laozi never plays support.”
Asleep: “…………” He snatched up the shadow thief in anger so that Wei Xiao didn’t have a jungler to go wild with.
Wei Xiao didn’t mind and said, “It just happens that this is my captain’s live broadcast room. In that case, I’ll show you Close’s new darling, the death…” He hadn’t finished saying ‘death knight’ when their team member in the second position snatched up the death knight.
The scrolling comments were laughing like crazy. “Things aren’t going the grandmaster’s way, this is beautiful.”
“Grandmaster, don’t panic. You’re on the fifth position, and you still have a chance!”
Like hell he had a chance. The fifth position was commonly known as the fill-in spot, and in the professional server, it usually ended up being the support position that was leftover.
Wei Xiao typed, “Brother, let me have the death knight.”
A string of Korean text came from the second position.
Wei Xiao: “……” He couldn’t understand it!
Wei Xiao didn’t give up. He went to coax the third position, “Little brother, can I have a mage position? I’m a well known mage king.”
The fourth position asked, “There are mage kings everywhere, and they’re all well known. Are you Xiehe?”
Wei Xiao was shameless. “Yes, I just happen to be EVE’s Xie He.”
The whole team: “…………”
Unexpectedly, the third position sent out two Chinese characters, “Ha-ha.”
Wei Xiao: “?”
The scrolling comments were filled with ‘holy shit holy shit holy shit’.
Wei Xiao glanced at the scrolling comments and saw a line of words, “The third position really is God Xie ahhhh!!”
Wei Xiao: “………………”
What the hell.
Not only had he matched up with Asleep, he’d also matched with Xie He?
The point being – both of them were his teammates?
To hell with playing!
There were fans who’d gone over to look and come back, “Reporting! Third position 123 (ID) really is God Xie. God Xie is also streaming!”
This was a very wonderful instance of crashing into other players.
Wei Xiao was shameless and didn’t panic after running into the real person. He could even laugh happily, “God Xie, how about letting me play the immortal warlock, and I’ll carry you to win?”
Xie He chose the immortal warlock at the very last second and typed, “Okay. I’ll carry you to win.”
Wei Xiao: “………………”
There were a total of five positions. Asleep had taken the shadow thief in the first position, an unknown player in the second position had taken the death knight, and the third position’s Xie He locked in the immortal warlock. There was also the fourth position, Mr. Making Trouble, and Wei Xiao was in the fifth position.
Could it be that he would really have to help Asleep by playing support?
No way!
Wei Xiao struggled for a while longer. “Fourth position, don’t you want to play support for God Xie and appreciate the immortal warlock’s beautiful appearance?”
The fourth position was someone who took delight in other people’s misfortune. “I’ll leave this wonderful opportunity to you.”
Wei Xiao: “………………”
Seriously, if this was the international server, it wasn’t impossible for Wei Xiao to take a thief and play as a support.
But this was the professional server. If he really did that and the moderators discovered it, points would be deducted from his credit score.
Besides, he was also live streaming, and if professional players started putting on an act in the game, then they could give up the idea of playing in competitions.
It was rare for the audience to see the grandmaster trip up. The scrolling comments were filled with people delighting in his misfortune, and all of them were filling the screen up with the words Wei Xiao had said before––
How about having your big brother play support for you?
What are you thinking, Laozi never plays support.
The corner of Wei Xiao’s mouth twitched. He selected a holy priest at the very last second of the countdown.
He yelled, “Brother Cai!”
Bai Cai: “What?”
Wei Xiao: “Come here, let me give you a chance to compete on the same stage as God Xie and Sleep God.”
Bai Cai: “I just started a game.”
Wei Xiao poked his head over. “What talent did you take?”
Bai Cai: “The holy priest, I’m double queuing with Old Yue.”
Wei Xiao: “…………” There was no difference even if they switched!
The scrolling comments were already shouting, “Accept it, grandmaster, just accept it.”
“Speaking of which, why doesn’t the grandmaster play support and occasionally experience the joy of getting carried?”
Wei Xiao: “No.”
The fans were curious. “Why, why?”
Wei Xiao gritted his teeth. “I’ll only play support for my captain in this life.”
He’d only just finished saying this when Lu Feng’s voice rang out from behind him, “When was that?”
Wei Xiao: “!”
Wei Xiao had turned on the camera. From the second Lu Feng entered the camera, the screen had already been filled with shrill chicken screams and ‘ah, I’m dead’. Now, the scrolling comments covered up the whole feed.
Lu Feng didn’t turn off the live broadcast. He looked down at him. “I remember you mentioning it before. Was it prior to entering the team?”
Wei Xiao’s face heated up inexplicably. “Yes.”
Lu Feng: “Lucky audience member?”
Wei Xiao: “Yes…”
Not only had he been a lucky audience member, he’d also had a fangirl persona and had blown a whole set of rainbow farts, to the point where the entire live broadcast room had given him a title: the rainbow master.
This black history was too dark. Even someone like Wei Xiao, whose shamelessness was as thick as city walls, felt a little embarrassed.
Lu Feng’s heart felt a little itchy when he saw Wei Xiao’s well behaved appearance. He bypassed this live broadcast accident and touched Wei Xiao briefly on the shoulder. “Leave this game to me.”
Wei Xiao blinked.
Lu Feng: “If you don’t like it, then don’t force yourself. I’ll play the holy priest.”
The scrolling comments grew even more crazy.
As everyone knew, the great demon king was one who really didn’t play the support position.
The reason?
FTW.Close was nicknamed ‘orphan’, not because of his thief, but because of his support!
If Yan Jiang was a godly support, then Close was a demon!
There were new fans who didn’t know about this, so they asked, “Is the great demon king’s support really crappy?”
The old fans were sincere and earnest. “It’s not crappy, it’s just… come on, come on, everyone should type out their heartache for Sleep God on the public screen.”