Glory [e-sports]

Yes, instead of improving, it declined.

At first, nobody noticed anything. They just felt that Wei Xiao had started to act bratty again. There were a lot of crazy words, and the team’s voice chat was cheerful and magical. Every snippet held a collection of crosstalk.

Glory’s Mic Explosion King simply loved FTW to death.

In the past, FTW might have been the most famous team in China and a team who had one of the most valuable players in the world, but Glory’s Mic Explosion King had always been reluctant to cut and edit their team chats for the public.

The sole reason was because the great demon king was too silent. Other than dry instructions, there was nothing fun happening during their games.

Although the majority of fans could scream happily when they heard Close’s ‘Mm’, but…

They could just download a segment of it and play it on repeat every day. Why would they need to stalk Glory’s Mic Explosion King for that?

Now, it was different.

Close wasn’t there, so Glory’s Mic Explosion King had originally thought that FTW’s popularity would plummet. He’d thought that he could switch to cutting clips from other teams’ voice chats, yet as a result…

Wei Xiao dropped in out of nowhere, and this crosstalk devil instantly became the Mic Explosion King’s new favorite.

Just look at this clean and crisp voice with a bit of bad boy wildness.

Just look at this character who dared to talk, dared to do, and dared to provoke others.

Just look at this trash talk…

It was too great!

Glory’s Mic Explosion King’s operation manager really wished he could invite Wei Xiao to dinner in private––work hard, flashy youth! Our traffic levels are all relying on you!

Of course, it was fortunate that they didn’t really have a chance to invite Wei Xiao out for dinner in private. If they really met over the dinner table, Wei Xiao would really send them into seclusion with his remarks!

Why?

Because Glory’s Mic Explosion King had sold off Wei Xiao’s spotless reputation completely!

Wei Xiao had to coax his boyfriend until his mouth and tongue were both dry after every single game. It wasn’t easy, okay!

Wei Xiao’s boyfriend could eat flying vinegar from across thousands of miles. Didn’t it make Brother Xiao distressed?!

To sum it up…

Glory’s Mic Explosion King couldn’t be forgiven!

Even as the team’s voice chat became more and more exciting, the decline in Wei Xiao’s state had also been discovered by the majority of the sharp eyed spectators.

“Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since Quiet brushed out nine light arcs.”

“Yeah, I’ve been stalking several of FTW’s recent games, but I never got to see it.”

“What do you mean, nine light arcs? There aren’t any light arcs at all. Who would dare let out the shadow thief?”

“One of the teams let it out last week, but FTW didn’t take it.”

“Do they even need my God Q’s shadow thief for games that they can win so easily?”

This continued until FTW’s game against RR, when FTW lost 1:2 to RR. Everyone grew alert!

“That’s not right, Quiet’s state has really been a bit spacey recently.”

“It’s not that he’s spacey, it’s just… he’s reverted back to normal?”

“That’s right. Quiet was very abnormal during the fourth and fifth week of the regular season. Especially during that game against TPT, he was simply crazy.”

“Yes, yes, yes, he brushed out countless nine light arcs in that game. That wasn’t Quiet, it was Close!”

It was normal for players to have ups and downs. Fans would help find reasons for it, but haters would just open their mouths and start flaming in the dark.

“He can’t do it anymore, talent without hard work, right? Like I said, a player like Quiet is unstable.”

“The brainless fans are just pushing him up for no reason, but the higher you are, the harder you fall. Let’s sit and wait for Quiet to get eliminated.”

“I haven’t liked that brat for a while now. He’s clearly a newcomer, yet he calls himself a grandmaster and thinks he’s above it all. Be a little more polite, can’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Sleep God and Moon God’s resumes both look better than his. He doesn’t have any achievements, yet his badass acts show up one after another.”

“He’ll mess up sooner or later.”

“Close, hurry back. Quickly take back your jungler position! I think Brother Tang’s pretty good in the top lane.” The haters couldn’t be more obvious with the tone of their words.

And there were also those who shook their fingers at the sky and dropped a lot of cruel words.

“Group A is very exciting, FTW and RR now have the same number of points. We’ll have to see who can hold on until the end.”

“With FTW’s current state, RR’s position as first in the group is stable!”

“When are they going to start taking bets? Laozi wants to bet! This year, I’m going to bet my life savings on RR taking first place in Group A, it’s 100% going to be RR.”

“Previous poster only has a total of 5 betting coins, and they’re saying they’re betting their life savings. Laozi has 2 million betting coins here. If FTW doesn’t take first place in their group, I’ll go to their base and throw explosives!”

“To hell with betting coins. Big brother’s head is placed right here. If FTW can get first place, everyone can treat my head as a ball and kick it around!”

“Fierce.”

“More like, fierce and dead.”

“I’ve lost, I’ve lost…”

Wei Xiao just swept a glance over the comments on the internet and moved on.

Over the past two years after he ‘fled’ from FTW, he’d taken a major in flaming others while studying to become a teacher in university.

Those two years had been the most difficult ones for FTW, and it was also the two years where the haters all got together to concentrate their fire on Close.

How could Wei Xiao tolerate it?

His Weibo alt account’s name was simple and crude––The Great Demon King Is Your Father.

With this ID, Wei Xiao had made use of his god-like hand speed, his score of 148 in logical thinking, his full score in composition, and his massive library of vocabulary as well as his crazy madness that wasn’t afraid of anything under the skies to lead the charge at the front of Close’s battle fans. It was like leading thousands of troops into battle, and it left the haters all dumbstruck with awe.

What kind of hateful words had Brother Xiao not seen before? What kind of trick hadn’t he used before? How could the small breeze and tiny waves be worthy of his attention.

Compared with those people who’d hated on Close back then, these new haters were simply nothing but dregs.

Wei Xiao was too lazy to even look at them.

He didn’t care, but the people around him couldn’t help but worry.

It was mainly because his state had really gotten worse.

The biggest proof of this was––his nine light arcs weren’t working yet again.

Chen Feng had specifically sought him out to talk to him about this.

Coach Chen was serious and earnest. “Don’t feel any pressure. We’re not weak even without the nine light arcs.”

Wei Xiao listened obediently.

Coach Chen continued comforting him, “Our results have been very good for this regular season. There isn’t much of a difference between being first or second in the group.”

Wei Xiao stopped being so well-behaved. “That won’t do!”

Chen Feng: “……”

Wei Xiao: “I promised the captain that we’d take first place.”

Chen Feng said euphemistically, “But there’s no need to feel too much pressure about it.”

Wei Xiao said earnestly, “Coach, I don’t feel any pressure.”

Chen Feng: “…………”

At the end of the day, Coach Chen wasn’t a counselor nor was he like Teacher Yuan who’d read seven or eight psychology books, so…

He lost the battle.

Forget it, he’d leave this kind of thing to the professionals. Tomorrow just so happened to be their physiotherapy day, and he’d just have their psychological counselor come in to help the four little ones with any emotional problems at the same time.

When the counseling was over, Chen Feng received the players’ reports and had serious doubts about the psychological counselor’s abilities.

That was it?

That was it?!

Wei Xiao’s psychological state––’Excellent’, in capital letters.

He was even more ‘excellent’ than Bai Cai or Tang Chen, who were both supposed to be the most stable.

Chen Feng became even more worried. Could it be that Wei Little Xiao had hidden himself that deeply?

Was he able to keep it hidden even in front of a senior psychological counselor?

Chen Feng hesitated over calling Lu Feng about it: Coax your little lover, he’s so stressed that his mentality is about to collapse!

However, Chen Feng ultimately didn’t make this call. Lu Feng was far away in North America, and peace of mind was the most important thing when it came to treatment. He shouldn’t disturb him with this matter.

Besides, Wei Xiao’s state hadn’t yet reached that point.

There wasn’t much of a difference between FTW taking first place or second place in the group. They would still be able to enter the winners group in the playoffs.

Since he couldn’t call Lu Feng about it, Chen Feng focused on Bai Cai instead.

As Wei Xiao’s best friend, Bai Cai may be able to get him to open up his heart.

Chen Feng sought out Brother Cai for a private chat, which made Brother Cai incredibly nervous.

As FTW’s number one zen brother, Bai Cai had almost never entered this ‘little dark room’––the private conversation room.

He was surprised to be called in by the coach, and Bai Cai’s legs were a little soft: What was going on? Had his slacker ways of leeching points in the ranking matches been discovered? Or had he been too wasteful lately? It couldn’t be because his identity as the Gossip Emperor had been discovered, right?!

Brother Cai cowered.

Chen Feng tapped on the table, and Bai Cai sat down.

Chen Feng sighed.

Bai Cai: “!”

Chen Feng: “When you have a chance, try to talk to Wei Xiao and tell him not to put too much pressure on himself.”

Bai Cai was stunned for a moment.

Chen Feng continued, “Wei Xiao doesn’t have it easy. This regular season has been very tense, and he shouldn’t be so nervous now that it’s about to end. FTW won’t fall out of the winners group…”

Chen Feng spoke seriously, starting from the start of the regular season until now. He spoke about each game, each match, and his speech was very emotional.

This cub, Wei Xiao, was very good.

After holding it together for so long, it was time for him to relax.

Chen Feng hoped that he could put down his burdens and enjoy the last few games.

Seeing that Bai Cai didn’t show any response after he’d spoken so much, Chen Feng looked at him. “Do you understand?”

Bai Cai: “…………”

Chen Feng summarized it, “I know that the two of you have a good relationship. Please help advise him.”

Bai Cai’s lips were twitching hard enough to fly up to the sky.

Chen Feng: “It’s not a problem, right?”

Bai Cai was expressionless, “No problem.”

When Bai Cai came out of the little dark room, he just wanted to find a tree hollow and roar into it––to hell with pressure, to hell with his mentality, to hell with his burdens!

That beast was clearly proudly in love and frustrated on the battlefield!

Was Wei Xiao under pressure? Had his mentality collapsed? Was he physically and mentally tired out?

Bai Cai: “Ha ha.”

All of that was bullshit!

That brat felt no pressure, his mentality was too good, and his shoulders felt too light. He was totally floating!

Bai Cai sniped at him, “Where’s your nine light arcs? How long has it been since you brushed them out?!”

When it came to this… Wei Xiao was worried about it too, “I’m practicing…”

Bai Cai: “So can you do it yet?”

Wei Xiao sighed, “No.”

Ever since Bai Cai learned about his relationship, he’d also understood the mystery behind his nine light arcs.

Wei Xiao had brushed it out for the first time when he learned about his captain’s shoulder. Later, he was able to brush it out because the captain had almost given up on treatment. Now…

Bai Cai scolded him, “Can you f*cking stop messing around!”

Wei Xiao was very ashamed. “There’s good news from the captain every day, I can’t help it.” The check-up reports from the past two weeks were so beautiful that Wei Xiao wanted to mount them up at the head of his bed.

Brother Cai: “……………………”

The final game in the last week was FTW against RR, and they would be fighting over who would win first place in the group for Group A.

At the same time, Lu Feng had also gotten approval from the doctor. He was allowed to touch the mouse and log into Glory.

His physiotherapy wasn’t over yet, but he could try and get a feel for the game again.

He hadn’t shared this news with Wei Xiao yet when another piece of news sent Close up into the hot search.

Glory’s big brawl mode would be launched in three days, and the new competition system for the single player competition would also be announced then. The global competition committee sincerely invited 16 star players to participate in the opening match.

This stunt that they pulled for the opening kick-off game was very exaggerated.

All 16 players were famous god-level players. The former Team of Gods and current up-and-coming stars were all invited. The list of names that was released almost blew up the entire Glory circle.

Yan Jiang, Xie He, Kim Sung-hyun, Yuan Ze… and Close.

Old fans of the Team of Gods cried so hard their eyes were blurred.

The rules for this chaotic brawl competition were very interesting. Not only had they invited star players, they’d also selected 20 top anchors from each competition zone, top passer-by kings from the international servers, and even fans who’d won a lottery.

It would be a 100 person brawl, and the one still standing at the end would be the real king!