Heartlessâ real name was Wang He. He was a student at East China University of Science and Technology. Right now, he sat behind his desk letting his rage take full control of him. He Alt F4âd out of the game of League and gripped his mouse tightly, lifted it up, and then slammed it down on his desk. âFUCK!â he screamed, picking his mouse back up and slamming it down again. âFUCK!â Something cracked as his mouse hit the wood of his desk for a third time. âFUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK ALL OF THEM! USELESS FUCKING TEAMMATES!â
The loss against the two female streamers cut at Wang He where it hurt the most. He truly believed that the only reason his stream wasnât gaining viewers was because there were female streamers who hogged all the viewers by showing off their cleavage. And heâd just lost against exactly this kind of streamer. Those fucking thots canât play for shit! Fucking bullcrap! Wang He wouldnât be Heartless if he accepted the loss of the game and of his viewers. He ground his teeth and punched his keyboard. Fucking teammates! If they werenât so goddamn useless I wouldnât have lost this game! Fuck!
Wang He turned to his webcam and raged, âItâs those shitty-ass teammates! That stupid Leona! Why did she have to engage at Level 2? She got me killed! And  then that Jarvan⌠Donât get me started on the Jarvan! That piece of shit just threw his life away in that gank! Didnât he see we were stuck behind the minions? We couldnât do anything! Yet he just went in there all by himself and gave the fucking Draven a kill!â He took a moment to catch his breath, then continued on full tilt, âAnd what were mid and top doing? Were they blind or something? Couldnât they see Draven was getting fed? What did they think? Just ignore and pretend itâll be fine? Idiots! Theyâre all idiots! If theyâd been half decent players, theyâd come to the bot lane and helped me turn this fight around! We wouldâve gotten a kill or two on the Draven and shut that thot down!â
There were still well over 50 viewers watching Wang Heâs stream, sticking around purely for the epic meltdown. And Wang He wasnât finished yet. He started jabbing his screen and screaming at his camera, spit flying everywhere. âI SWEAR! You canât fucking climb in ranked because of all the brainless fucktards! They gave that Draven four kills! What was I supposed to do? Thereâs nothing I could do! She was too fed! The game was over! There is no fucking reason to keep playing! I did the only sensible thing!â
ăbro, you know you played like shit too, right?ă
ăwhoâs the dumbass who got hit by the nami Q first? looooolăăă
ăhahahahha this is epic dude. Keep raging please. Gimme more of this sweet salt XDă
ăHahahahhahah⌠man you suckă
ăstop being a shit streamer. Fucking own up to your shit. scrubă
ăif you cant tell why that draven and nami get all the views, then you in for a harddddd time my very not friendă
âYouâre all fucking blind!â Wang He shouted at his screen. He flicked his mouse and deleted every single message that had anything else than supportive words in them. Then he took it a step further, banning everyone whose messages he didnât like. âI donât need noobs telling me shit! NO NOOBS ALLOWED IN THIS STREAM! And if you canât tell that those two thots were trash, youâre a noob!â
The people who were left in the stream after the ban purge were those who hadnât bothered to type in chat. But theyâd seen enough. Watching Wang Heâs epic meltdown was enjoyable for a bit, but it was growing stale. They hit the unfollow button or simply left the steam. There was nothing here worth seeing. None of them were planning to come back.
Wang He saw the number of followers drop as did the number of viewers, until there was almost no one left. This only served to further infuriate him. In his mind, his stream was the best. They should be fucking happy to be here! Itâs their good fortune to see me play! He shouted at the top of his lungs, âFINE! FUCKING LEAVE! YOU THINK I FUCKING CARE? I DONâT! GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE! GO JERK OFF TO YOUR TITTY STREAMS! LOSERââ
The door to Wang Heâs dorm room suddenly swung open and a male student walked in. He had a big grin on his face and said, âYo, Wang He! Hear youâre still streaming. Howâs it going, mister big time streamer? You getting more popular yet?â
Wang He didnât know half how fast he had to close his stream. He then turned around to look at the male student and laughed awkwardly. âOh, uh, heh. Hey, Hu Hui. Itâs going decent, I guess. Slowly growing every day. All I really need is to be featured once. Iâll make it big.â
âNot bad. Not bad at all, man! I could hear you all excited from down the hallway!â Hu Hui said, laughing. âAnyway, I came to let you know the team captain has called a meeting. Probably something to do with the Collegiate Cup. Itâs starting in a few days already. Iâm guessing he wants us to practice some more.â
Wang He turned off his computer with two fast clicks and then stood up. âNo worries. I was just done with streaming anyway. Letâs go see what Zhu Feng wants from us.â
The two friends left the dormitory together, casually chatting. The esports clubroom was in another building, and with the Collegiate Cup starting in only a few days, that was naturally where their conversation drifted towards. Hu Hui nodded at a few people walking by and then said to Wang He, âDid you hear? Thereâs three high school teams competing in the Collegiate Cup. Thatâs not all. It gets even better. Thereâs a rumour going around that the high school team from Shanghai beat the Shanghai University of Finance 2-0 in a scrim last Saturday!â
âA high school team?â Wang He asked. He then snorted and said, âJust a bunch of high schoolers. Whatâs the big deal? I bet Luo Yu and those guys had some first years play for them?â
Hu Hui shook his head and explained, âThatâs not what I heard. Apparently the high school team played against the main roster. They beat Luo Yu.â
Wang Heâs stopped walking, surprised. They beat Luo Yu? That⌠That canât be! Yeah, it canât be. He sneered and said, âThen they were probably just sandbagging for the lols. Or their good members graduated? I donât know what you heard, but you really believe a bunch of high schoolers can beat that team? Piss off. I donât believe it. If they got really beaten, then they donât deserve to be the third ranked team in East China. Weâll kick them off their pedestal!â
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Tang Bingyao played several more games together with Su Xue. They won each one of them. Not that it was much of a challenge. Tang Bingyao was practically a Master rank ad-carry, while she was duo queuing with Su Xue who was only Platinum. That placed their shared rank somewhere in low Diamond. There wasnât a single ad-carry at this rank who could beat Tang Bingyao. That combined with her highly aggressive style of play, and she won games before anything could even happen in the top or mid lane.
The viewers were loving every second of the stream. This more than made up for the sudden end to the stream from the night before. Tang Bingyao even started interacting with them a bit after the initial nerves wore down. She smiled and thanked them for their compliments. She even cracked a few jokes and pointed out why their opponents werenât all that good.
Su Xue was also happy, but for another reason entirely. She was constantly looking for ways to increase the popularity of her stream. One of the tricks sheâd been playing around with recently was the stream title. It could be used to trick unsuspecting people browsing HuyaTV to click on the stream. When they open the stream and see me, theyâll keep watching! I just need to get them in here! And these titles are working great for that! She smiled, glancing at the stream title.
~_^ Two Girls Duoing in Diamond and having fun! ~_^
This morning is really good! My viewer numbers are higher than ever before! For the first time, all by herself with only a little help from Tang Bingyao, Su Xue hit 10,000 viewers! She wanted to keep playing for hours and days and however long the number of viewers kept climbing. There were so many people here watching her and she hated to let them all down by going offline. But noon was fast approaching. Tang Bingyao and Lin Feng had to leave soon and she still had to make them lunch. So after yet another win, she turned to the webcam and said, âSorry, guys. That was the last one. I need to make lunch, and these two are heading out soon.â
ăTANG TANG, DONâT LEAVE UUUS!ă
ăPRO GAMERS DONâT NEED TO EAT!ăăHave xue xue go cook! Tang Tang can stay and play a few more games of solo queue! Oh, how about having her duo with lil bro!ă
ătang tang should set up her own stream! Iâm getting bored of watching xue xue anywayă
Su Xue narrowed her eyes and said, âYou can kiss her ass all you want! I donât care. But how dare you say youâre bored with my stream!? Iâm right here! At least say it behind my back!â
ăI would, but my car only has half a tank of gas!ă
âYouâre not funny. Iâm not fat!â Su Xue yelled. Then she closed the stream, sending a few more messages in the chat. Her viewers loved to tease her. She would act mad. They would apologize. And the cycle repeated itself. She shook her head before getting up and going to the kitchen. She said to Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao, âYou kids do something. Iâm going to make lunch.â
Lin Feng completely ignored Su Xue. Something else entirely was on his mind. He looked at Tang Bingyao and said, âI think theyâre right, Tang Tang! You should set up your own stream! That way, if we canât find sponsors for our superteam 2.0, we can just earn some money with that stream! Oh! Oh! And we can have BunBun stream too! Weâre going to make so much money!â
Su Xue paused at the door to her room. She turned back around to look at Lin Feng and said, âYouâre planning on making two girls work hard and earn money just for them to give it all to you? I dare you to tell that idea to BunBun.â
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The players from Team Shanghai gathered at the cybercafe around 1 P.M. Zeng Rui had already prepared a chalkboard in their private room and An Xin was standing in front of it. She clapped her hands together and smiled. âAlright! Everyoneâs here! Letâs get started with a warm-up game!â
Lin Feng put his hand up in the air and, without waiting for his turn, said, âBunBun! I came up with a great plan! Listen. How about you and Tang Tang start streaming? Both a different stream! And then you give the money you make to me and Iâll spend it on the superteam 2.0! Doesnât that sound great?â
An Xinâs expression fell. She looked at Lin Feng for a long, hard second. Her lips started curving upwards. Murder appeared in her eyes. But then she shook her head and turned to Tang Bingyao. Canât deal with that idiot right now. Her smile became kinder, the anger disappearing from her eyes. She asked, âHow are you feeling? A headache? You did get pretty wasted last nightâŚâ
Tang Bingyao felt her face heat up. She looked down at her feet and shook her head. âI⌠Iâm fine. Thanks. My head doesnât really hurt. It wonât affect my gameplay.â She glanced at An Xin from the corners of her eyes before quickly looking away. Iâm not telling anyone what happened last night! Nothing happened! Mhm! Nothing happened! She glanced at An Xin again. She can never know that I slept at Lin Fengâs place! She chewed on her lips, her heart racing and smashing into her ribs. Please donât say what happened, Lin Feng. Please keep your mouth shut!
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