The next day, Tong Yao woke up and did something earth-shattering—she started a live stream.
"Hello everyone, this is Smiling, the Mid Laner for the China Telecom Team. Welcome to this episode of 'Science Explorer: What’s Really Up with Ai Jia’s Girlfriend?' Given that this Forum incident has singed my leg hairs, I’m bringing you the freshest gossip from the frontlines."
At the team headquarters, Tong Yao held up her phone with a selfie stick, glanced at her own face on the screen, and internally cursed at the dark circles under her eyes that made her look like she’d been overindulging. Then, deadpan, she said, "I’m really going all out for this one, Chen Jinyang. You owe me a Maserati."
[Moderator] [Little Zongzi Fur]: [I’ll burn one for you on Tomb-Sweeping Day.]
Tong Yao: "..."
Holding the selfie stick, Tong Yao wandered around the headquarters, starting with the chubby guy curled up in a corner, looking like he was sleepwalking—
"This is our team’s support, Little Fatty, just woke up, currently agonizing over why the Alliance’s First Support has fallen to Diamond II on the Korean server."
She angled the phone screen toward Little Fatty, letting everyone get a good look at his face. He lifted his head and weakly waved... Tong Yao then moved the camera to another seat nearby—
Tong Yao: "This is our Top Laner, Old Cat, and this is his partner-in-crime, Old K. Naturally, these two are duo-queueing. For more details, check out Old Cat’s stream on a certain platform."
Old Cat: "Old K, if you don’t come to top lane soon, you’re going to lose your baby."
Old K: "Coming, coming. Geez, can’t even clear F4 in peace. You’re such a parasite."
Tong Yao retracted the selfie stick and walked over to the sofa, aiming it at the chaotic pile of creatures there. "This is our substitute Mid Laner, who’s managed to drop my account from Challenger to Grandmaster five times, yet somehow doesn’t play like trash in matches or scrims—the male version of a green tea bitch in China Telecom, Lu Yue. And these two shameless cats licking each other in public."
Lu Yue didn’t even look up, still focused on his game.
Da Bing raised its head.
Xiao Cong licked its face, and it lazily closed its eyes again.
Xiao Cong wobbled to its feet, climbed onto Da Bing’s back, wobbled around, then started biting and tugging at Da Bing’s ears.
The live comments exploded—
[WTF isn’t that Xu Tailun’s cat?]
[How did this cat end up at China Telecom?]
[Where’d this cat come from?!]
[Why am I watching two cats being lovey-dovey first thing in the morning? You’re not even the same breed, what’s going on!]
[Smiling, what’s up with you and Xu Tailun? No way, if you’re gonna screw fans, screw me! If you’re gonna screw players, screw Cheng Ge!!!!!]
Tong Yao burst out laughing at the comment strongly suggesting she "screw" someone. Just then, she looked up and saw someone who had ranked late into the night and only just woken up descending the stairs—his hair still damp from the shower, his face showing signs of sleep deprivation. He drifted past Tong Yao, casually patting her head. Tong Yao muttered, "I’m live-streaming," to which Lu Sicheng simply replied, "Oh," showing no reaction as he headed straight to the kitchen to pour himself coffee.
Tong Yao trailed after him like a little tail, then pointed the phone screen at herself again, announcing solemnly, "Next, you’re about to meet our team captain."Then she turned the phone screen toward the person leaning against the kitchen counter drinking coffee—the latter held the coffee cup in one hand while his other large hand reached over to cover both the phone screen and the camera.
The screen went black, and the live stream audience could only hear the man’s deep, resigned voice: “What’s all this fuss about?”
Instantly, the live comments exploded again—
[How am I supposed to survive hearing this voice first thing in the morning?]
[My dream is to wake up every morning to someone saying “Good morning” in this voice… sobs ]
[I’m a guy, and now I can’t close my legs—am I gay now? Urgent, waiting online!]
[Make more fuss, please! I’m begging for chaos, ahhhhhhh!]
Tong Yao giggled and swatted Lu Sicheng’s hand away, retrieving her phone. As her face reappeared on the screen, the pink, fawning comments instantly shifted to—
[Ugh, what an idiot.]
[My eyes!]
[We don’t want to see you, we want Cheng Ge! Get lost, get lost!]
Tong Yao’s eyes curved into crescents as she ignored their frantic clamoring. She turned and walked out of the China Telecom team headquarters, then knocked on the neighboring yard of the noob team. The door opened, revealing Ai Jia, who looked nervous at the sight of her. Tong Yao glanced at him and asked, “Where is she?”
“Inside,” Ai Jia said uneasily, glancing behind him. “She brought breakfast today, but I didn’t dare eat it—who knows if she slipped rat poison in there.”
Tong Yao: “...Dude, I’m live-streaming.”
Ai Jia: “...”
Ai Jia jumped back as if spring-loaded. Meanwhile, the instigator of last night’s blood rain sat on a chair in the noob team’s yard, playing with her phone. When she heard Tong Yao enter, she lifted her eyelids but didn’t get a chance to speak before Tong Yao loudly announced, “Don’t move! The investigation team is about to begin its first experiment—Ms. Chen Jinyang, please adjust your legs.”
Jin Yang complied, shifting to the edge of the chair and crossing her legs slightly at an angle.
Tong Yao took Jin Yang’s phone from her, opened the camera app, and announced to her live-stream audience, “Watch closely, everyone. Thanks to the great Steve Jobs, this is an original Apple phone camera—no edits. Now, I’m going to take a photo.”
As she spoke, she shoved the selfie stick into Ai Jia’s hands, instructing him to aim it at her. Then she crouched slightly a short distance from Jin Yang, tilting the phone slightly outward before snapping the picture.
Holding the phone, Tong Yao waved it at the live audience. “See? Those so-called ‘exaggeratedly long legs’ are actually just naturally this long. How’s that for envy? Proper photography techniques are everyone’s responsibility—we are a scientific research team, after all. To further strengthen our argument…”
Amid a flood of “6666666” in the live comments, Tong Yao shoved the phone back into Jin Yang’s hands, then dashed over to the chair and sat down in the same pose. She had Jin Yang take an identical photo of her using the same technique.
Tong Yao grabbed the phone and returned to the live stream. “See? Same photography method, but even someone like me ends up—”
[Damn, short legs!][Don't know whether to type 66666666 first or hahahahahahahahahaha first, feeling bad for you, and also envious that Ai Jia's girlfriend has such a devoted friend like you.]
[Hahahahahahaha why is it so short! Okay okay I believe Ai Jia's girlfriend really has long legs, this comparison is too convincing!]
[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha damn I'm dying of laughter!!!!!!!!]
"……………………Speak properly!" Tong Yao glanced at her photo, "Baby is the long-legged queen of the 1.5-meter club, no objections accepted!"
Holding her phone, Tong Yao turned to Jin Yang with a deadpan expression, "Next topic, where's your car?"
Jin Yang pointed to the parking lot of a noob team. Tong Yao followed her, and the two stopped next to a flashy red Maserati with the same model as Lu Sicheng's. The car had out-of-town plates. Chen Jinyang slapped the car key onto the hood!
Tong Yao held up her selfie stick to show everyone clearly, then ran back to her own team headquarters. Arriving in front of a flashy blue Maserati, she took out her car key from her pocket and slapped it onto the hood!
Tong Yao: "See clearly? Exactly the same!"
Tong Yao put away the car key and returned to headquarters. By now everyone was sitting in their seats playing games, with only two cats sprawled on the sofa, each occupying one end to sunbathe.
Tong Yao walked over to Lu Sicheng, hung the car key back on the lucky cat's ear, then turned the camera toward him: "Captain, representing the masses, I have a question: how much does that car outside cost?"
"Just a commuter car, about a million," Lu Sicheng replied without looking up, focused on last-hitting minions. "Why do you ask?"
"And what's the average annual salary in LPL generally?"
"Why so many questions?"
"..."
"Several hundred thousand. High end around 700-800k, low end 200-300k."
"Okay, so here's the question: With that salary range, how much must a man like a girl to spend a million on a luxury car for her?"
"..."
Lu Sicheng's last-hit motion paused slightly.
He looked up, past the phone, at the face hiding behind it, then asked expressionlessly, "What do you think?"
Tong Yao thought what kind of answer is this, can't you cooperate? What am I supposed to say?
Just as she was bewildered, she suddenly remembered a certain conversation with her captain about twelve hours ago. The main points of that conversation went something like this—
[That car in the garage outside is yours.]
[Okay, then that flashy blue Maserati now belongs to Tong.]
[Take it.]
Tong Yao: "……………………"
Tong Yao: "Ahem."
Fortunately, the front camera had low resolution and the livestream was laggy from all the viewers, so the audience couldn't see her slightly pink-tinged cheeks right now...Glancing down at the still indifferent face of the China Telecom Team captain as he continued playing the game, then looking back at the barrage of live comments in the stream like "Does your team captain only have one expression—expressionless?" "Would it kill him to say a few more words?" "The captain looks especially handsome just after waking up," "My roommate wants to hear Cheng Ge say something before she dies," "Adjust your camera angle a bit more—this angle makes Cheng Ge even hotter than usual, his nose is so high, wow," Tong Yao paused for a moment before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Her gaze dropped to the stream, where the chat was flooded with comments about Lu Sicheng.
—But this is my stream. Not for you to ogle.
Tong Yao thought to herself.
And so.
"This concludes today's latest scientific live broadcast. Thank you for watching. See you next time."
With a click .
Driven by the streamer's petty mood swings, the live broadcast was abruptly shut down.
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