In the end, Principal Wang's little wish still failed to come true.
Actually, it wasn't that Jiang Siming wouldn't let him play. He simply wasn't a streamer and didn't meet the requirements to participate.
If those sore-losing Korean bastards used that as leverage, it would lead to all kinds of unpleasant trouble.
But in everyone's eyes, it became Jiang Siming refusing to agree. Even Young Master Wang had to obediently listen.
If he said you couldn't play, then you couldn't play.
You all understand whom you should curry favor with now, right?
Everyone gathered together and chatted for a few moments. The match was about to begin.
At Jiang Siming's call, all the China Team participants followed their "big brother" forward.
The venue was still the same as last time.
All the China streamers took their seats.
"Is everyone here?" Jiang Siming even asked specifically.
"Three are missing," Zhu Fangfang replied.
"What happened? Where are they?" Jiang Siming asked in confusion.
"Oh, they're here." Dong Xiaosa pointed.
Three China players arrived late, one of them being Long Si.
The three latecomers seemed troubled. After arriving at the venue, they said nothing and put on their headsets by themselves.
Nobody paid it much attention.
The match began immediately.
This round was on the Desert Map.
"Captain, what should we do?" Everyone waited for Jiang Siming's orders.
"How many points did we get last round?" Jiang Siming asked instead.
"This streamer match scores surviving players by headcount. Last round, we led the other side by a full twenty-one players, which means twenty-one points," Little Lion replied.
"Since we have such a big lead, how about we stir things up? I don't think you got much out of the game last round." Jiang Siming spoke teasingly.
What he really wanted was to fight