The third match began under the watchful eyes of the entire crowd.
Jiang Siming was in Position 15 this round, the closest to the audience. Many spectators seated toward the front could see him clearly.
The spectators immediately grew inexplicably excited. It was their first time being so close to the "god."
Especially the female spectators—their eyes never left Jiang Siming.
"How can Ming Shen be so handsome~"
"Seriously! I thought he just looked good on camera, but I never expected..."
"I never expected him to be so photogenic in person. He's even more charming in real life!"
"What a shame. Such a handsome national idol was whisked away by a Korean 'witch.'"
Those were the girls' thoughts.
"Damn, how is Ming Shen's face so insanely good-looking?"
"Fine, I admit it. Ming Shen is just a tiny bit more handsome than me."
"He's the only man I admit is more handsome than me."
"Daniel Wu, Hu Ge, Jiang Siming, and me—we four carry half of China's looks."
Those were the boys' thoughts.
Seeing how excited everyone was,
the commentator Kite said with a laugh, "This might be the spectators' best chance to solo-kill Ming Shen."
The other commentator, Little Bear, said, "I don't think they can solo-kill him. Ming Shen could raise his Kar98k and kill them in return at any moment."
The spectators burst into laughter. There was nothing wrong with that teasing.
Jiang Siming naturally heard them too. Though he was wearing headphones, the match had not started yet, so every word of the commentators' teasing reached his ears.
"These two female commentators are pretty cheeky. I'll have to 'strike back' when I get the chance," Jiang Siming muttered.
Besides that, many spectators were waving at him and calling his name.
Jiang Siming could only laugh helplessly. He