"9..." Little Brian had just uttered a number before shutting his mouth. He swallowed the red bean pie and coughed twice to cover it up. "Why are you asking about him?"

Brian Carter said, "Just asking."

Little Brian complained, "But lately the people in that forum are getting weirder and weirder, I don't even like browsing it anymore."

Little Brian opened his phone, pulled up the forum he followed, tapped into the "Soft forum," and handed it to Brian Carter.

Brian Carter glanced at it—

[Dammit, why hasn't this trash streamer started yet? I've been waiting in front of my computer for half an hour. Even my girlfriend isn't as late as him, damn.]

[I'm waiting too. If I don't curse him for a day, I feel empty inside.]

[I've been fed up with this idiot streamer for a long time. Brothers, did I do the right thing? [picture]]

The picture was a screenshot of a gift sent on Starry Sky TV, with a banner in big letters—"Soft idiot streamer sent a sea of stars in Soft's streaming room."

Brian Carter: "..."

In the evening, Brian Carter finally finished watching all the game videos sent by the team.

He rubbed his brow, closed the player, and casually stuffed the list into his desk drawer. Before closing the drawer, he caught a glimpse of that black mark on the paper out of the corner of his eye.

A few minutes later, Brian Carter opened the Starry Sky TV streaming app, typed "Soft" into the search bar, and smoothly entered the streamer's room.

As soon as he entered, he saw the streamer with his head down typing. The camera angle only showed his blue hair, eyelashes, and fair cheeks.

The clacking of the keyboard was nonstop, and the glowing mechanical keyboard was lit up like nightclub lights under his fingers.

Brian Carter looked at the game interface.

[No way, you're really trash huh [Shadow of the Blade]: You think you deserve to flame the support? Have you even looked at your KDA? Wandering around the jungle like you know what you're doing? If your mom saw your plays, she'd spit.]

[No way, you're really trash huh [Shadow of the Blade]: Thirty minutes running around the jungle the whole game, people would think you're picking out your own grave.]

[No way, you're really trash huh [Shadow of the Blade]: Just go AFK, stop feeding, let your dad have an easy game.]

Just as he finished typing this, the streamer ran into the enemy support in the jungle. He finally lifted his head from the keyboard, and in a few seconds, skillfully and quickly took down the enemy support.

[Streamer, stop flaming, stop flaming, this is your promotion match!!!]

"I know." Annoyed by his hair poking his eyelashes, Soft brushed aside his bangs, revealing a pair of attractive eyes. "Remember, if you lose a promotion match, you can always play another. But if you miss out on flaming an idiot, you'll never get another chance, got it?"

Brian Carter: "..."

Author's note:

3. Any statements or actions by the characters (especially Soft) have nothing to do with the author.

There are also red envelopes dropping in the comments section today, mwah~

Thanks to the little angels who gave me overlord tickets or watered the nutrient solution between 2020-06-25 18:56:01~2020-06-28 22:12:04~

Thanks to the little angels who sent deepwater torpedoes: 你说你傻不傻, 枫留儿 2; 白马富婆四号, 嘀哩嘟噜哒哒哒, 白敬亭的小仙女, 巴啦啦老魔仙, 超可爱的是南南呀 1;

Thanks to the little angels who sent shallow water bombs: 白马富婆六号, 莓莓想不出名字 1;

Thanks to the little angels who sent rocket launchers: 就加糖, 希希也早点睡, 十五., 卑微等更 1;

Thanks to the little angels who sent grenades: 薇儿, 鞋子我是来看小说的, 叹秋迟迟子, aesnana, 糖弦 1;

Chapter 4

Brian Carter rotated his wrist, just about to close the stream when his phone rang first.

Mr. Harris immediately asked, "Why did you go into Soft's stream?!"

Brian Carter frowned, and after a few seconds looked up at the top right corner of the streaming interface.

There, in big, bright letters, was the login username—TTC·Road.

Brian Carter was silent for two seconds, then simply explained, "Forgot to switch accounts."

"I keep telling you not to use your main account, and you don't even need to stream these days... Is that the point!!" Mr. Harris said, "Now all the marketing accounts are stirring things up on Weibo!"

Brian Carter said, "What are they stirring up? I was just watching a stream."

"Just? When have you ever watched anyone else's stream? You don't even go into your teammates' streams." Mr. Harris paused for a few seconds, then continued weakly, "And... Soft did commentary on the semifinals in his stream last night."

Brian Carter recalled his teammates' clueless plays last night and had a feeling Soft probably didn't say anything nice.

Mr. Harris: "That kid said in front of hundreds of thousands of people that Kan was bribed by the bookies."

Brian Carter: "..."

"He really has guts. If Kan wanted to pursue it, he'd have a solid case." Mr. Harris repeated what the marketing accounts were posting, "Now they're all saying you're standing up for your teammate."

That idea from the marketing accounts was a bit far-fetched, but honestly, no one could think of any other reason why Road would show up in Soft's stream.

There was silence on the other end. Mr. Harris sighed and was about to speak, when he heard a soft, low chuckle.