He laughed and played dumb. "Who's that? Never seen him before."
Despite saying that, he still held both hands over his chest and discreetly made a heart in that direction.
When a burst of squeals erupted over there, he immediately changed the subject. As a commentator, he couldn't very well steal the players' thunder. "The teams' flag bearers and drummers are all raring to go. Looks like we're in for another exciting showdown."
The director obligingly cut to the relevant section.
Soon, the players took the stage one after another, and waves of cheers immediately swept through the audience. Compared with watching online, the atmosphere in person felt more tangible and much more exhilarating.
Without his headset, he wouldn't have been able to hear what the commentator beside him was saying.
As a veteran player, Du Zhou had amassed plenty of fans. When the camera zoomed in on his face, his smiling eyes were particularly striking. He had a gentle, refined air about him and rarely gave anyone the cold shoulder, which hardly matched his title of God of Slaughter on the battlefield. Yu Nian even heard a male fan shouting "Hubby!" at the top of his lungs.
Yu Nian couldn't hold back his laughter.
Wouldn't that scare some random straight guy to death?
The match followed a best-of-five format: up to five games, with the first team to win three taking the series.
TCG took the first two games, smoothly reaching match point.
But anyone who could follow the state of play knew those wins hadn't come easily. Du Zhou had salvaged several plays after his teammates made mistakes. Of course, he made mistakes himself, but overall, his mechanics were still a cut above the rest.
And HW was renowned for its deep hero pool. With TCG lacking strength