Making the Stream Viewer Cry

Watching the girl fall into a pool of blood, the audience felt both sympathetic and amused.

"Girl: I'm the King of Fists! Ming Shen: Oh."

"Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts."

"Water friend -1, hater +1"

"The girl was stunned, wasn't I the King of Fists?"

"This is too much! Killing even the girl! Truly deserves a like!"

Jiang Siming smiled sheepishly and said to the girl, who was now a corpse, "Sorry, my fist wind was too strong and I couldn't hold back."

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly started crying!

"Waaah~~ Ming Shen, you're bullying me~"

"I was wrong, okay? What do you want me to do? As long as you ask, and it's not too much, I'll agree."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Then I want you to say something to me in the gentlest voice, can you?"

"This... no problem either."

Having agreed, the girl stopped crying and waited expectantly for Jiang Siming to charm her.

"Don't say those cheesy pickup lines, I like to hear more artistic ones."

"Such high demands! If you want to hear it, shut your mouth!" Jiang Siming said sternly as if annoyed. The other party chuckled and stopped talking.

The audience was also very curious about what Jiang Siming would say. Would Ming Shen be good at charming girls? Or would he be a typical straight man?

Clearing his throat slightly, Jiang Siming's tone became serious. As he became serious, the audience couldn't sit still, especially the female viewers, who instinctively crossed their legs tighter.

"Do you know?"

"Liking you is probably like giving up a thousand times in my heart. As long as you turn back once, I'll reignite the hope of loving you."

"Even if I fall into eternal damnation, even if lovesickness pierces my bones, I will still look at you with the same eyes, and time will remain the same."

"I really want to accompany you to cook snow and boil tea, grow old together at the ends of the earth, amidst the lights of myriad homes, and return home as the moon sets."

After finishing in one breath, Jiang Siming found the livestream room silent.

Then, the girl's crying resumed. Unlike the previous fake crying, this time it was soft sobbing, and she was genuinely crying.

"Ming Shen, thank you. This is the most beautiful love confession I've ever heard. Thank you, I'm logging off, goodbye."

With that, the girl water friend's voice disappeared completely.

"Ming Shen, you actually made the girl cry."

"I'm impressed, these lines are ten thousand times better than those cheesy ones!"

"Memorize them, memorize them, use them for confessions in the future!"

"Such a beautiful voice, coupled with such beautiful words, the impact on us girls is too, too great!"

"Sob sob sob, you made me cry too. Ming Shen, you big bad guy, I'm going to snipe you too, so you can say sweet nothings to me~"

Jiang Siming hadn't expected this either. Was this girl hearing such artistic love confessions for the first time? She was too easily won over.

He stopped thinking about it, turned off all voice chat, and walked out of the boxing ring to continue his journey.

The two Win94s had 'reappeared on the scene,' and he had wasted quite a bit of time in 'friendly exchanges' with his water friends.

By now, the toxic zone was in its fourth-to-last phase, and the safe zone was no longer in Picador City.

The circle was so small, yet there were still over forty people showing on the map.

This was PUBG without cheats. A year ago, when cheats were rampant, there were only a dozen or twenty people left in the game before the first toxic zone even appeared.

Now, without cheats, almost every match still had many people in the final circle, it was too realistic.

However, Jiang Siming was encountering so many people in the final circle because he hadn't been killing anyone, only focusing on dueling with his water friends.

This allowed these players to survive until now.

Before his car even entered the circle, Jiang Siming was intercepted by a player running from the zone. Even though he hadn't entered the circle himself, he wouldn't let Jiang Siming in.

The next second, Jiang Siming pulled the handbrake, jumped out of the car, and fired a shot in that direction with his Win94.

After firing the shot, Jiang Siming got back in the car without even looking at the person and continued on his way, looking incredibly cool.

"Player [ming] used Win94 to kill Player [xxoo]"

The audience was already a bit numb. The word "showy" was being performed in Jiang Siming's livestream every single moment.

Only the new viewers let out gasps of astonishment, while the old viewers calmly soothed their emotions like older brothers taking care of their younger siblings.

"Basic operation, don't praise, everyone sit!"

"What's all the fuss about? Can't you be more composed?"

"This is the usual scene in Ming Shen's stream. Newcomers, pay attention."

"As an old-timer who's been here for two days, I'm telling you, you can't get distracted watching Ming Shen's stream. If you blink, you'll miss a brilliant play."

"Newbies have learned. Elders, please have some tea!"

Just as he drove into the zone, Jiang Siming's conspicuous and arrogant vehicle was swarmed by people from various positions.

The car was about to explode, so he had no choice but to abandon it and temporarily hide in a ditch to heal.

Jiang Siming's position was terrible. He could barely peek his head out without at least three people spotting him.

Moreover, in a match at this top-tier rank, one wrong move meant death. Jiang Siming wasn't a god.

The viewers couldn't help but worry about Jiang Siming. Ming Shen was probably going to die now, and winning this match was hopeless.

However, they couldn't blame him entirely. That viewer had disrupted his rhythm for too long.

Otherwise, with Jiang Siming's aggressive playstyle, there wouldn't be so many people in the final circle at this point, nor would he be stuck in such a disadvantageous position.

Watching along with the audience were the members of the 4AM team in their base club office.

Wei Shen led the group, with the other team members gathered around him. A few people who looked like managers and coaches were also present.

Their computers were displaying Jiang Siming's stream.

"This guy's finally going to die," Little Alert said with some satisfaction. The grudge of being wiped out by Jiang Siming still lingered, and he finally got to see him die.

"He's not dead yet," Wei Shen said speechlessly.

"Looking at this terrible position, I've counted at least six people around him, all top-tier players. It's too far-fetched for him to survive," Little Alert analyzed with solid reasoning.

"Yeah, this position is too bad, and he's still using two Win94s. Is he kidding?" Aruka agreed.

Wei Shen turned his gaze to Coach A Luo, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who was intently staring at the computer screen, his eyes gleaming with intelligence.

"Whether he lives or dies isn't what we're looking for," Coach A Luo stated.

"What we want to see is how he handles this extreme disadvantage with composure and if he can pull off any counter-plays."

The manager nodded upon hearing this. "We've been watching this person's stream for two days, and all we've seen is him dominating, securing advantageous positions early, and picking off enemies like shooting fish in a barrel."

"Being good when you're ahead isn't true strength. Only in adversity can you truly test a person's professional skill. Otherwise, no matter how strong he is, he'll only ever be a streamer."

The coach chimed in with an addition:

"Shark's XDD is a prime example. In solo queue, his plays are flashy, and getting chicken dinners is easy. But after RNG brought him into the team for professional play, it's been completely different. He still hasn't officially competed, and why? Because he can't handle playing from behind and easily gets impulsive, rushing into fights and dying."

After hearing this, the others fell silent, quietly watching the stream.