The two RNG fans duo-queueing in bottom lane saw Xiaohu speak again and eagerly chimed in.
damengyichang: "Bro, he's Xiaohu, RNG's mid laner Xiaohu. Give up the position."
aqcft: "Holy shit! The enemy mid is Letme? Bro, seriously, give up the position. Let Master Hu and Emperor Letme solo it out in mid."
The mid laner still did not answer.
damengyichang: "Bro? Fall asleep? He really is Xiaohu, I'm watching his stream."
aqcft: "You can't beat Emperor Letme. Let Xiaohu play, seriously. He can reliably carry. Don't you want to climb?"
damengyichang: "Xiaohu, just pick directly. Maybe he went to the bathroom. Once he gets back and sees this, he'll definitely give you the position."
aqcft: "What's with this guy? I just checked his match history. It's all losses. At his level, he still won't give up the position? Looking to die?"
damengyichang: "Could this guy be an actor? His match history is all red, he won't give up the position, and he won't say a word either."
aqcft: "He really might be. I reported him already anyway. If he's an actor, he'll get banned soon."
Seeing their own mid laner remain silent, the two RNG fans grew somewhat embarrassed and angry, even going to check the mid player's match history.
Xiaohu was secretly delighted. Of course, on the surface, he would not join the two fans in attacking the guy. He pretended to be generous and said, "Alright, alright. If he won't give it up, then forget it. It's the same if I play Yan Junze next game. Maybe this bro really has some skills. Yan Junze, be careful."
"HAHAHA!"
Letme's utterly disdainful laughter came from beside him.
The RNG fans in Xiaohu's stream, who had long been unable to stand it, also began showing off their talents. Those checking match histories checked match histories, those cursing cursed, and those reporting reported.
"This guy is an actor!"
"He's definitely an actor! He started playing ten days ago, and he's lost more than he's won. If he isn't an actor, then what is he?"
"He suddenly started playing ranked ten days ago, huh? Which big director's account is this?"
"Reported, reported."
"Running into an actor, what bad luck!"
"..."
Just then, a fourth person spoke in the game's all-chat.
MinnaaQAQ: "You two, enough already. What the fuck does it have to do with you if he doesn't want to swap positions? Do you need to wag your tails like dogs and hysterically help out? So what if he's a pro player? He's not your dad. No need to suck up to him like this."
MinnaaQAQ: "And have you people making up facts out of thin air completely become an RNG tradition? From the club to the fans, you're all really one better than the next. Not giving up a position makes someone an actor? Are your brains seriously okay?"
While the people in Xiaohu's stream were flaming the mid laner as an actor, they had also been closely watching the chat box. The moment the fourth person spoke, everyone immediately noticed.
For the first second, they were slightly stunned. By the second, they were collectively enraged!
"Fuck! What did this bastard just say?"
"Who's the dog here? Could this guy be the actor, getting angry out of embarrassment after we exposed him?"
"An RNG hater? Could he be a Yan fan? I remember Yan fans saying this kind of thing during the early days of that ungrateful bastard's downfall. Absolutely deranged."
"Mad, mad! The actor's mad! We hadn't even started talking about him and he's already losing it, hahaha!"
"Running into two actors in one game, this is fucking terrible luck!"
Every viewer in Xiaohu's stream was furious with embarrassment, trembling all over from those two messages.
Of course, no matter what, they seemed deliberately intent on ignoring minnaaQAQ's line about him not being your dad, so there was no need to suck up to him. They did not know how to answer it, because they felt guilty—very guilty.
The two RNG fans duo-queueing in bottom lane were the angriest. Both typed at once and directly tore into minnaaQAQ, their messages filled with filthy insults.
Xiaohu watched quietly. Seeing the fourth speaker get cursed to the point of being utterly battered, he sneered inwardly.
Of course, on the surface, he still put on an act and tried to mediate, typing, "Stop arguing. I don't want the position anymore. Let that bro play mid. I have no objections."
After once again falling silent beneath damengyichang and aqcft's concentrated fire, the fourth person finally spoke again.
MinnaaQAQ: "You have no objections? Why would you have any objections in the first place? You play whatever you queue into. That mid-lane bro queued into his own position and plays his own position. Since when did he need you to comment on it?"
The temperature in Xiaohu's face immediately rose. A flush climbed from his neck, until even his entire face was somewhat red.
However, with his stream at stake, Xiaohu did not dare openly trade insults with this person and ruin the carefully crafted image he had worked so hard to build.
He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, smiled, and said, "This bro's got quite a temper. Alright, it was my fault. I'll apologize to him."
After saying that, Xiaohu typed, "I didn't think it through and said something wrong. Sorry, bro. Stop cursing. Let's just play the game properly."
MinnaaQAQ: "Since you know you have no brain and don't know how to speak, then talk less. Also, why are you apologizing to me? The person you should apologize to most is the mid laner who got dragged into this mess for no reason. As for playing properly, if you had shut up earlier and made your idiot fans shut up earlier too, no one would have refused to play properly."
Xiaohu's face grew even hotter. Inwardly, he cursed that top lane player ten thousand times with the foulest words he could think of, gritting his teeth.
So aggressive!
The key was that the guy's insults actually made sense. Xiaohu could not even find an angle to force out an excuse for himself. That was what pissed him off most!
MinnaaQAQ: "Also, a friendly reminder: what the hell is 'me can mid'? Read it yourself—does that even make sense? And as for 'I pro, can C,' who gave you the courage to say you can carry? Do you not have any fucking idea what role you play on the team?"
In that instant, Xiaohu's temperature shot straight to its peak. His entire face turned crimson, and he felt the rage in his chest had become completely impossible to suppress. He was just about to type back and flame him when the screen suddenly went dark.
The game abruptly ended because the last player on the enemy side had not selected a champion, and the match came to nothing.
Watching the barrage in his stream continuously refresh with curses aimed at minnaaQAQ, Xiaohu's anger finally eased a little.
"Just a clown."
Xiaohu consoled himself inwardly, but for some reason, he still felt somewhat uneasy.
One reason was that minnaaQAQ had cursed him far too viciously. Another was that every insult seemed justified, every line cutting straight to the truth and striking the most painful spot in his heart.
It was as if this person was inexplicably familiar with him—familiar with him as a person, even knowing him inside and out.
Just as Xiaohu was about to think it over, a new game had already been found. The moment they accepted it, Letme's shout came from beside him: "Holy shit, Li Yuanhao, we got queued together?"
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