However, the people that Mo Bei matched up with this time were quite a surprise.
Upon seeing that Mo Bei had selected her champion, one of her teammates sent a message. “S5 [1. ‘S’ refers to the slot number, which is the player’s position on screen], give the assassin to me. You change.”
Mo Bei did not move. She only brought her glass over to get a sip of water, not forgetting to pay attention to the stairway to see if a figure had appeared.
“Can you not hear me? S5, change.”
“How helpless! S5, do change. One of us is a broadcaster, and the other is a professional player. We can carry you.”
“Broadcaster? Is S2 a broadcaster?”
“Ah, it’s true! What the f*ck? S1’s ID looks a little familiar. Isn’t this Almighty Lu’s account?”
Lu Yifan?
Mo Bei’s slender fingers stiffened for a moment. Then, her cold eyes landed on the screen.
“S2 is called If A Dream Leaves? That couldn’t be my Dream Goddess, could it?”
“Really? I’m too lucky today! I want a photo with you!”
Yang Mengruo laughed lightly. After being recognized, she turned on the voice chat directly. “It’s me. S1 is Yifan. S5 girl, please hand over the position. You just need to be carried.”
No one would think that an ID like “SweetDisciple” belonged to a male.
Besides, when creating this account, choosing her gender hadn’t mattered to Mo Bei. It was Master who had chosen the female gender for her. She had even dressed as a vampire, wearing a black mesh skirt and a fedora on her head.
Her appearance could be constructed by her. This was a new function that had been added after improvements had been made to the game. At the time, Master had used all the rights of the developing company on her.
“Your presence in the game should make money. Use your appearance accordingly.”
Mo Bei glanced at her champion’s appearance. She was probably the only player with a black skirt in the entire server.
To a certain extent, she was counting on appearances…
“Why is S5 not talking?”
“Why are you in a daze at such a critical time?”
“Girl, agree quickly. Hey!”
This situation had already made Yang Mengruo feel slightly annoyed deep down. What was up with this “SweetDisciple”? Did she not understand the human language?
That set of clothes had been limited edition back in the day. Why would such an insignificant account possess such clothes?
One’s image in the game was important too.
For the sake of looking good when using her abilities, she had spent a lot of money on buying clothes in the game.
Now, she’d been forcefully pushed a notch lower by the other party’s appearance.
Yang Mengruo bit her lips and adjusted her camera before smiling a little. “SweetDisciple is probably afk [2. Away from keyboard]. Can’t help it, it’s like this when we sometimes meet troublemakers. We can only go for a double assassin.”
“Hold on, SweetDisciple seems to have changed her spell.”
“What’s going on? Assassin by conviction?”
“Who the hell would choose healing instead of jungling?”
“SweetDisciple must be an actress.”
Yang Mengruo glanced to the side as if that person was sitting right beside her. “What should we do? We might lose.”
A bunch of people started spamming below.
“No, Almighty Lu is here.”
Lu Yifan had come mainly to help Yang Mengruo keep up appearances. After all, the earlier news had led some people to sense that it was very likely that Yang Mengruo was making use of some professional players’ popularity.
Yang Mengruo, who was clever, had directly arranged for Lu Yifan to join her in this game.
She’d become the topic of many conversations.
The “818” account even hinted that people should be patient and that an even bigger surprise would be coming.
Then, this surprise came. A gaming broadcaster and a professional player were gaming together.
This attracted quite an audience.