Chapter 289 – Great God, I heard you’re going to travel a thousand li to deliver (23)
Yan Luo watched as a certain someone charged ahead fearlessly, looking like they didn’t need any help at all. Blinking, she obediently stayed in the back, occasionally throwing out a skill for support, completely adopting a laid-back, ‘you do the work, I enjoy the view’ attitude.
The livestream chat was full of people clicking their tongues in amazement at Fang Shi’s performance.
[fs, you’re going all out today? Or are you just in a good mood?]
[Playing games with Brother ‘Baby’, of course he’s in a good mood, hehe.]
But aside from Fang Shi, who was clearly carrying the entire team, the other random players were pretty average.
And yet, as a support, Yan Luo stuck to Fang Shi like glue, completely ignoring everyone else.
After dying for the third time, the mid-laner couldn’t hold back anymore and started flaming both the jungler and Yan Luo.
Fang Shi’s gaze darkened slightly as he read the chat, but Yan Luo remained unfazed, continuing to play his own way. The jungler, however, had a short temper and immediately started arguing back.
The livestream chat wasn’t having it either.
[What’s this mid-laner’s problem? Most of his deaths were totally his fault. The jungler even tried to help him, who else is he gonna blame?]
[Exactly! And he dares to flame our Brother Luo? A support sticking with the carry is just common sense.]
[Hahaha, honestly, I think Brother Luo just knows his limits. Following that noob mid-laner would’ve been a one-way trip to disaster. Better to stick to fs’s carry and secure the win!]
Fang Shi narrowed his eyes slightly as he maneuvered his character into the mid-lane. Yan Luo followed right behind him.
The two of them were absolutely ruthless, watching as the mid-laner, still distracted by his own raging, got bombarded by the enemy’s skills and instantly died. Only then did they jump in and clean up the fight.
The mid-laner barely managed to curse a few more times before the screen flashed—’Pentakill’.
A one-for-five trade.
But everyone in Fang Shi’s stream knew: if the guy had just kept his mouth shut, it would’ve been a clean zero-for-five.
As the chat filled with messages of [Nice!] and [666!], Fang Shi coldly typed out a message and hit send.
fs : [Shut up. Either keep feeding or go AFK. Watch and learn.]
—Watch and learn how Daddy plays the game.
Damn. Savage.
The match ended quickly after that. With Yan Luo keeping up perfectly with Fang Shi’s pace, they were an absolute nightmare for the enemy team.
As soon as the game was over, the flamer hurriedly left the lobby without saying another word.
Boring.
Fang Shi clicked his tongue in mild annoyance.
The chat exploded with admiration, but a few messages stood out:
[Damn, he’s protecting the husband with all his might.]
[Wait, I always thought FS was the soft and cute bottom in this ship, but is he actually the delicate top? 😆]
[Using Brother Luo’s own words: ‘You’re so cute.’ 😆]
Protecting my husband? My ass! Fang Shi scoffed. He’s the husband.
—And what the hell is this ‘soft and cute bottom’ nonsense?
Fang Shi glared at the chat, feeling oddly annoyed.
Wait. Why was he even getting caught up in this?
As they sat in the matchmaking lobby waiting for the next game. Hearing the stream that had gone quiet, Yan Luo raised an eyebrow.
Luo : [Wow, you’re amazing. Are you mad? I’m not mad. Why bother with those people?]
—What do you mean asking if I’m mad?
Fang Shi had just looked away from the chat when he pursed his lips slightly.
Of course he was mad. Who wouldn’t be, seeing people talk about the person he likes that?
—…The person I like.
His brain short-circuited for a moment, and his gaze flickered toward the chat window.
fs : [You’re so annoying today.]
Luo : …?
fs : [Annoyingly cute that I can’t get enough of you.]