Chapter 31 – Strawberry
Yes, the jungler went to steal Han Xin’s buff and entered the game as a scrub, feeding six kills in ten minutes.
His behavior is somewhat like that of an actor.
At that time, Cheng Che casually said a few words to make him feel embarrassed, but instead of hiding, he kept clicking on Cheng Che’s avatar in the game.
[Zhugeliang is alive]
[Zhugeliang has purchased the Staff of Echoes]
[Zhugeliang’s respawn time is 17 seconds]
In the peak tournament, you can’t see the game IDs of your teammates or the opponents. Everyone’s ID is “Peak Summoner ×” (×=1-10, any number). Han Xin didn’t know that Zhugeliang was a professional player named Clear, so it’s normal.
Maybe if he knew, he would restrain himself a bit.
He stole my jungle and played so poorly…
Since Cheng Che was live streaming, he couldn’t curse, so he typed a message: “If you have time, why don’t you watch my build instead of checking how many pages are left in your family register?”
Han Xin replied with a string of blocked words and added, “I’m your father.”
Cheng Che responded, “If you lack paternal love, you can call me dad. There’s no need to raise a dad on the opposite side.”
Han Xin said, “F*** you.”
Cheng Che said, “Having a mouth and having a brain are two different things. Just because you can type a few words to boost your ego, do you think you’re brave behind the screen?”
Although Han Xin couldn’t come up with a good response, he still pretended to be strong and continued typing until their teammate, Hou Yi, sent a message: “Clear? I’m watching your livestream, hahaha.”
Han Xin was puzzled.
Cheng Che said, “If you have a problem, talk to Tianmei (game developer). What’s the use of asking your dad?”
It’s undoubtedly Clear, a newly emerged toxic player in the national server.
…The type who only types and doesn’t speak.
So Han Xin immediately became quiet, blocked all his teammates, and silently farmed gold.
The debunked T-Tea: [TG-Tea: “Does Clear like playing jungle?”]
Cheng Che controlled Zhugeliang to wait in the bushes and combo with Sun Shang Xiang, wiping out the enemy’s marksman in one go. He answered, “I…I usually play.”
During the livestream, he didn’t play marksman much, but he practiced privately… T-Tea understood this.
Nineteen minutes later, Cheng Che, as the support, initiated a team fight with Lu Bu, coordinating with Zhuge Liang, Hou Yi, and Kairi, resulting in a two-for-five trade and winning the team fight, preparing to push the crystal.
During the team fight, Han Xin was still stealing red buff in the enemy’s jungle.
Cheng Che typed while pushing the high ground, “We’re fighting as a team, and you’re picking mushrooms in the bushes? Please add me as a friend, and you can open when I open.”
A weak red bullet screen appeared in the livestream: [“Stop scolding, the child knows he’s wrong.”]
It was inconspicuous but noticeable.
Because T-Tea saw it and relayed: [TG-Tea: Alright, Han Xin apologized. He said, “Stop scolding, the child knows he’s wrong.”]
In an instant, the bullet screen exploded: [“Hahahaha”]
[“Laughing to death, I feel sorry for my brother Han Xin for a second”]
[“Simple trash talk, ultimate enjoyment”]
[“Husband, please don’t encounter that loser in the next match, hahaha”]
“Just wait a few more minutes until he starts.”
Cheng Che clicked on Han Xin’s profile, checked his match history, and found that it was not bad. He must have had a breakdown in the previous game or was heavily suppressed, so he didn’t report him.
[TG-Tea: “Not reporting him?”]
After reading T-Tea’s question, Cheng Che shook his head and replied, “He…he didn’t do it on purpose, there’s no…no need.”
“Who are you talking to?” Lin Xingling came over with a clean bowl of strawberries and placed it on the small table, then sat elegantly beside Cheng Che.
He moved gracefully like a noblewoman.
[“Did I hear Dad Star’s voice?”]
[“Help, Clear, I want to see Dad Star, just let me have a glimpse, sob sob sob”]
[“Dad Star is amazing!!!”]
Due to the angle, the camera couldn’t capture him.
Since Lin Xingling didn’t sign with any livestreaming platform, he rarely livestreamed unless it was something significant. His group of fans would squat in the livestreams of other team members every day, just hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
“True fans.”
“Um, yes, it’s the Coach T…” Cheng Che took a strawberry from the bowl and put it in his mouth, wrinkling his brows at the sour taste.
“Let me see.” Lin Xingling leaned over and looked at the computer screen, but couldn’t see clearly, so he took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on before looking again.
[TG-Tea: “Stars are great.”]
“Coach T is good.”
[“Oh, Dad Star is here”]
[“Dad Star in the flesh”]
[“Hey, checking up on your son again, brother?”]
[“Hardcore checking up”]
At first, Cheng Che didn’t understand what this meant, but after Lin Xingling made some moves, he understood.
Lin Xingling adjusted his glasses and first looked at the livestream title, “Interfering…mrt… What does that mean?”
Cheng Che nervously explained, “No one cares, it means interfering… no one cares.”
It’s a good thing I’m clever and spoke up.
“No one cares…” Lin Xingling moved the mouse with a look of ‘do you believe me or not‘ and changed the title to: [DCT-Clear: If there are any violations, feel free to report @DCT-Stars]
“…” Cheng Che pursed his lips and stopped talking.
The even more amazing part came next. Lin Xingling addressed his livestream fans, “I’ve said it many times, those of you who call yourselves husbands, don’t call yourselves that anymore. Clear is still underage, it’s not good for him…”
[“Once he’s of age, can we call ourselves that? Hahaha”]
[“Dad Star: My son is not allowed to date early, all of you, back off”]
[“Such a pitiful parent’s heart [emoji]”]
“No, even when he’s of age, you still can’t call yourselves that. Mainly… um, it’s not good.”
Lin Xingling touched his chin and handed Cheng Che a particularly red strawberry. “Eat this one, the darker ones are sweeter.”
Cheng Che: “…”
It’s annoying. Why does Stars always manage me in such an absolute manner?
“Also, let me reiterate, don’t say things like I’m Clear’s dad anymore. Clear doesn’t like it…” Lin Xingling was halfway through his sentence when Cheng Che tugged at his sleeve and looked at him with lowered eyes. “Huh? What’s the matter, Clear?”
Cheng Che had a mouthful of strawberry and spoke somewhat unclearly, “C-can I… can I just call you… dad, and you stop… stop managing me?”
[“Throwing caution to the wind”]
[“For a moment, not sure if it’s moved by Dad Star’s love or feeling sorry for Clear…”]
[“Clear is so pitiful, hahaha”]
[“Dad, stop managing me anymore [dog head][tears][emoji]”]
“No, you’re still young, there are many things you don’t understand… sigh, it’s already half-past ten, let’s end today’s livestream here. Goodbye, everyone.”
Lin Xingling always manages him like this every day.
“Goodbye…”
Cheng Che never rebels, mainly because it’s not worth it.
Before Coach T could figure out what was going on between these two, the livestream went offline and the screen displayed “The streamer has ended the broadcast.”
The barrage of comments continued to flood in:
[“My husband Clear is so handsome, hahaha”]
[“Father-son CP, count me in”]
[“From chasing after a cool guy in SYG to becoming his old man in DCT”]
[“The peak tournament has just started, and some kids are already being told to go to bed [laughing-crying emoji]”]
[“The reason I watch Little Mute’s livestream is for his famous insulting phrases [emoji]”]
[“Clear: Thank you”]
[“Brother, Clear stutters a bit, but you went too far [dog head emoji]”]
Clear’s livestream chatroom consisted mainly of three types of viewers:
First, those who praise his looks or skills, always looking for something to compliment;
Second, regular viewers who enjoy the show, their thoughts mostly being “Wow, the insults are on point, let’s watch some more”;
Third, Lin Xingling’s fans, who gather to watch their idol’s “son.”
Lin Xingling always worries that strange people in the chatroom might influence the child, so he’s extra cautious.
Exiting the training room, closing the door, Cheng Che carried the bowl of strawberries and sat on the sofa, silent.
Wu You, Liu Ying, and Phantom usually livestream the peak tournament from their rooms, while Brother Feng is in the office… and now, in the living room, there’s no one else but the two of them.