But the hero he played was extremely agile, able to dash into a crowd, instantly kill the enemy’s squishy backline, and come out unscathed. Having the support follow him was pointless.

After a few rounds, Ryan Cooper couldn’t help but type.

[No way, you’re really bad (Shadow of the Blade): Support, go protect the AD, don’t worry about me.]

But the support acted as if he didn’t see it, still trailing right behind him, even giving him a shield when he was just killing jungle monsters.

At 37 minutes, Ryan Cooper led the team to victory with a 16/2/0 record.

Two seconds before destroying the enemy’s nexus, Ryan Cooper quickly typed:

[No way, you’re really bad (Shadow of the Blade): Does the outcome of the game have anything to do with an idiot like you?]

At the results screen, the jungler instantly quit without a word, clearly pissed off.

Ryan Cooper stretched lazily. Just as he was about to return to the game lobby, a friend request popped up in the lower right corner.

It was from the support just now.

He habitually clicked “decline” and reopened the barrage assistant.

The barrage was so dense that Ryan Cooper picked out the ones he could actually read and replied.

[Why did you refuse? Do you know you just missed out on a beautiful and pure online romance??]

“I don’t add strangers.” After saying this, Ryan Cooper opened the gift list he’d previously closed and thanked each sender one by one.

After finishing, he looked back at the barrage. The topic had already shifted. Ryan Cooper squinted slightly, realizing he couldn’t quite understand what the chat was saying: “?”

[…You’re done for, Road is coming to punish you personally.]

[Yeah, someone needs to teach this dumb streamer a lesson for always flaming people!]

[Road is coming for you with Kan’s lawyer’s letter!!]

[It’s a pity to get to know you this way.]

[Is God Road really retiring?? Please, just say something, give me a clear answer, alive or dead, just let me know TAT]

[God Road, your stream room is gathering dust…]

[The whole internet is protecting the fragile baby Soft (currently just one person)]

“What new trick is this? You think this is going to scare me?” Ryan Cooper sneered. “Why don’t you just say Ma Huateng is coming to ask me to shoot a commercial for LOL?”

After saying that, he leaned back in his chair, holding his phone to look at takeout, occasionally glancing up to thank for new gifts: “Thanks to ‘I was that support just now’ for the little star, thanks to ‘TTC·Road’ for the star…”

Ryan Cooper: “?”

Realizing which ID he’d just read out loud, Ryan Cooper’s mocking smile froze on his face.

To prevent fans from being scammed, Xingkong TV had banned all pro players’ names.

Only the players themselves could use them after official verification.

Ryan Cooper slowly turned his neck and saw a golden “TTC·Road” sitting at the top of his stream’s star donor leaderboard, with a tiny black-and-white crown icon after the letters.

TTC team had a streaming contract with Xingkong TV, and all the team members streamed on this platform. Xingkong TV gave the players plenty of status—each player’s ID had a long string of prestigious icons after it, including TTC’s exclusive team badge.

Road, who hadn’t appeared anywhere on Xingkong TV for three months, was now sitting in Ryan Cooper’s stream, and not just sitting—he was topping the donation leaderboard.

Not only was Ryan Cooper stunned, but so were the nearly 300,000 viewers in the stream.

[This guy just mocked your teammate for match-fixing yesterday, and today you’re dropping tens of thousands in gifts for him?]

[…Account thief? Xingkong TV can’t even protect the players’ accounts??]

[Then this account thief would not only need to know God Road’s login password, but also his payment password…]

[Hubby, did you slip up??]

[What’s going on? Wasn’t I here to watch Soft get flamed???]

Road was still sitting at the top of the donation leaderboard, silent. A few seconds later, another gift effect popped up in the stream.

Before the viewers could recover from their confusion, they witnessed something even more unbelievable—

The always cocky Soft, who loved to bicker with viewers, suddenly put down his crossed legs, sat up straight, adjusted his always crooked headset, and even smoothed out his messy blue hair.

“Thank you Road for the Star Sea.” The mouse cursor wandered aimlessly on the desktop. Ryan Cooper’s expression remained calm, but his eyes darted around and his voice was two tones lower than usual: “…Road is generous.”

Author’s note:

Got caught.

Red envelopes as usual ·3·

Thank you to the little angels who gave me overlord tickets or watered me with nutrient solution from 2020-06-28 22:12:04 to 2020-07-01 05:21:35~

Thank you to the little angel who gave a deepwater torpedo: 大梦不醒 1;

Thank you to the little angel who gave a shallow water bomb: 希希也早点睡 1;

Thank you to the little angels who gave rocket launchers: Ininers 3; 莓莓想不出名字, 白敬亭的小仙女 1 each;

Thank you to the little angels who gave grenades: 你调皮了 2; 白敬亭的小仙女, Liquor, 墨青白 1 each;

Chapter 5

The TTC base was unusually quiet for a day. Yesterday’s semifinals didn’t go well, so no one was in the mood to mess around. Even after waking up, everyone just lounged in the living room or their rooms, watching match replays or movies and variety shows to pass the time.