Wang Yi focused his thoughts and opened ranked mode. He selected 2v2, then tapped to start matchmaking.
They were quickly matched into a room.
Their opponents were also a veteran-and-newcomer pair: one level 17 and one level 7.
The other team had clearly never heard of the name Beat Wang Yi. When they saw this level 10 guy using the name, they got furious and immediately started cursing:
"You piece of shit, you stinking monk. If you want to chase clout, pick another name. Call yourself 'Yi's Biggest Fan,' 'Brother Yi's Sidekick,' or 'I'll Only Ever Love Brother Yi'—anything goes. But you dare call yourself Beat Wang Yi? You've got no shame at all, trying to chase clout like this."
The level 7 player sneered too. "You dare use that name in China? You must be tired of living."
Wang Yi chuckled twice.
"Buddha Lord, I hate people who talk too much. If you two want to play, then play. If not, get lost. Why keep yapping? You're acting like playing a game makes you superior. You, with that cockscomb haircut—you're Chinese, and you look like a real piece of work. And you, with a heart on your head—what are you, Guo Degang?"
"You're whining and fussing over a game. I bet you're a sissy in real life, too. It's a miracle you two have made it this far. The world's greatest unsolved mystery is how the hell you've managed to reach your current levels."
"Hey, hey, are you two going to play or not? If you are, start the game. If not, stop wasting my damn time. Buddha Lord's time is precious. If you don't want Buddha Lord to send you to the afterlife, there are plenty of people lining up for the privilege. Hurry up and start. What