She had been watching the girl collapse into a pool of blood, and the viewers felt both sympathy and amusement.
"Girl: I'm the King of Fists! Ming Shen: Oh."
"Hahahahaha, my stomach is about to explode from laughing."
"Viewer -1, hater +1."
"The girl is dumbfounded. Wasn't I the King of Fists?"
"That's too much! He even killed a girl! He really deserves a like!"
Jiang Siming gave an embarrassed smile and said to the female viewer, who was already a corpse, "Sorry, my fist wind was too strong. I couldn't stop it in time."
Who could have expected the girl to suddenly start crying?
"Waaah~~ Ming Shen, you're bullying me~"
"So I was wrong, okay? What do you want me to do? As long as you ask for it and it isn't unreasonable, I'll agree."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Then I want you to flirt with me in your gentlest voice. Is that okay?"
"That... isn't a problem either."
After he agreed, the girl stopped crying and waited expectantly for Jiang Siming to flirt with her.
"Don't use those cheesy pickup lines. I like things a little more literary."
"Your standards are pretty high. If you want to listen, then shut your mouth!" Jiang Siming pretended to 'scold' her irritably. The other party giggled and said nothing more.
The viewers were also very curious about what Jiang Siming would say. Could Ming Shen really flirt with girls? He wasn't some emotionally clueless blockhead, was he?
After clearing his throat slightly, Jiang Siming's tone became serious. The moment he grew serious, the viewers could no longer sit still, especially the female viewers, who instinctively squeezed their legs together.
"Do you know?"
"Liking you probably means giving up on you a thousand times in my heart. As long as you turn back once, I'll reignite my hope of loving you."
"Even if I were to suffer countless calamities, even if longing for you pierced my bones, I would still treat you as I did at the start, with the years unchanged."
"I really want to accompany you in boiling tea over snow, growing old together at the ends of the earth, beneath the lights of ten thousand homes, returning home as the moon sets."
After reciting it all in one breath, Jiang Siming discovered that the Live Stream Room had fallen completely silent.
Then the female viewer began crying again. Unlike her previous exaggerated bawling, which had sounded rather fake, this time she was softly sobbing. She was truly crying.
"Ming Shen, thank you. That's the most beautiful love confession I've ever heard. Thank you. I'm logging off. Goodbye."
After saying that, the female viewer made no further sound.
"Ming Shen, you flirted until the girl cried."
"I'm impressed. Those love confessions are ten thousand times better than those unbearably cheesy ones!"
"Write them down, write them down! We can save them for confessing in the future!"
"That voice, combined with such beautiful love confessions, is way too devastating for us girls!"
"Waaah, you made me cry too. Ming Shen, you big bully! I'm going to snipe you too and make you say love confessions to me~"
Jiang Siming had never expected things to turn out this way. Had the girl really never heard such literary love confessions before? Was she that easy to win over?
He stopped thinking about it, turned off all voice chat, left the Boxing Arena, and continued onward.
The two Win94s had 'returned to the battlefield' once again, but he had wasted quite a bit of time 'friendly sparring' with the viewers.
The poison zone was already on its fourth-to-last contraction, and the safe zone had long since moved away from Picador City.
The circle was so small, yet the map still showed more than forty players.
This was what PUBG looked like without cheaters. A year ago, when hacks ran rampant, the game would have been down to a dozen or twenty players before the first poison zone had even appeared.
Now that there were no hacks, almost every match still had a huge number of people reaching the final circle. It was far more realistic.
However, the reason Jiang Siming had encountered so many players in the final circle was that he had not been killing anyone. He had been busy sparring with the viewers.
That was why these players had managed to survive until now.
Before his vehicle had even entered the circle, Jiang Siming was intercepted by a player running from the poison. Even though that player had not entered the circle himself, he still refused to let Jiang Siming through.
The next second, Jiang Siming pulled up the handbrake, jumped out of the vehicle, and fired a shot from his Win94 toward the player.
After firing, Jiang Siming did not even look at the man. He got back into the vehicle and continued onward, looking incredibly cool.
"Player ming used Win94 to kill player xxoo."
The viewers had already grown somewhat numb. In Jiang Siming's Live Stream Room, the word 'flashy' was truly happening every moment.
Only the newcomers exclaimed in amazement. The veteran viewers, meanwhile, soothed their little companions' excitement like big brothers leading their juniors.
"Basic operation. Don't make a fuss. Everyone, sit down!"
"Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Can't you calm down?"
"This is normal in Ming Shen's Live Stream Room. Newcomers, take notes."
"As someone who's been here for two days, let me tell you: you can't zone out while watching Ming Shen's stream, or you'll miss an amazing play before you even realize it."
"This newbie has been enlightened. Veterans, please have some tea!"
Just after entering the circle, Jiang Siming's conspicuous and arrogant vehicle immediately drew fire from players in every direction.
The vehicle was about to explode, so he had no choice but to abandon it, temporarily hide in a ditch, and heal.
Jiang Siming's position was terrible. Almost the moment he showed his head, at least three people could see him.
Moreover, this was a match in the top-ranked bracket. The slightest mistake would get him killed. Jiang Siming was not a god.
The viewers could not help worrying for him. Ming Shen is probably going to die. There's no hope of winning this match.
Still, they could not blame him. That viewer had disrupted his rhythm for far too long.
Otherwise, with Jiang Siming's killing style, there was no way so many people would still be in the final circle by now, and he would never have ended up in such a terrible position.
Watching alongside the viewers were the 4AM players in the team's club office.
Wei Shen led the group, while the other players sat around him. Several people who looked like managers and coaches were also gathered to one side.
Their computers were all displaying Jiang Siming's livestream.
"This bastard is finally about to die," Little Alert said with satisfaction. Jiang Siming's team-wipe against them still rankled, and he could finally see him die this time.
"He hasn't died yet," Wei Shen said helplessly.
"That position is awful. I took a look—there are at least six people around him, all from the top-ranked bracket. It would be ridiculous for him to survive," Little Alert analyzed with confidence.
"Yeah, that position is terrible, and he's holding two Win94s. Is he kidding?" Aruka agreed.
Wei Shen turned his gaze toward the coach, A Luo. The middle-aged man in gold-rimmed glasses had been staring at the computer screen the entire time, a glint of wisdom flickering in his eyes.
"Whether he dies or not isn't what we're here to watch," Coach A Luo said.
"What we want to see is whether he can remain calm and deal with the situation under such extreme disadvantage, and whether he can pull off a counterattack."
The manager nodded when he heard that. "We've been watching this person's livestream for two days. So far, we've only seen him steamroll through matches, seize advantageous terrain ahead of time, and shoot players down."
"Being strong when everything is going your way doesn't mean you're truly strong. Only adversity can test a person's real professional ability. Otherwise, no matter how strong he is, he can only be a casual streamer and player."
The coach added in agreement:
"Shark's XDD is a very good example. In casual matches, his plays are flashy and winning is easy. But after RNG brought him onto the team to play professionally, everything changed. Even now, he still hasn't been able to play an official match. Why? Because he can't handle losing situations. He gets impulsive easily, takes fights head-on, and dies."
After hearing this, the others fell silent and continued watching the livestream.
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