Genting: You're supposed to teach us skills, but you're going to perform magical arts?

As Ruan Ruan exited, Ye Fan's screen skipped the battle and went directly to the results screen.

Looking at the golden "Ten Emperors Standing Tall" icon on the screen, Ye Fan slumped into his chair, looking utterly hopeless.

It feels like you're racking your brains trying to trick a girl into going to a hotel, and you've even come up with an excuse like "My cat can do backflips."

Before you could even say it, the girl told you that the room was already booked.

Although the result is the same, you always feel like something is missing.

It felt good, but not entirely.

Ye Fan paused for a few seconds, then said into the team voice chat, "Wait, why are you running away? I haven't even made a move yet, why are you retreating?"

Ruan Ruan buried her face in the cushion, her voice muffled:

"Your red envelope rain is like a natural disaster. My three-star Nunu couldn't even last two seconds. What's the point of continuing to fight? If this keeps up, I'm going to lose my mind."

"But we can't just refund you like that!" Ye Fan slammed his hand on the table. "I wanted to gently send you off in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously quiet comments section instantly came alive again:

"Send them away gently? I suspect you're being suggestive, but I have no proof."

"I suggest the streamer replay the video to see who killed Ruanruan in two seconds."

"I suggest you report this player for maliciously abusing noobs."

Ye Fan glanced at the comments section, coughed twice, and tried to save face:

"I call this a complete domination, you know? The first 10 Fortune stars in Season 4.5, the first ten kings standing side by side, a historic moment! And all you guys care about is me bullying girls?"

He then switched back to the game results page, displaying the long list of outrageous rewards one by one:

The screen is filled with limited edition avatar frames, exclusive recall effects, and a unique "Lucky Star Descends" dynamic badge.

"See that? The spectacle! That's the key point!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he deflated and slumped back into his chair.

"...I just didn't get any satisfaction."

It's like when you're playing ADC, you painstakingly farm minions all game, finally get all six items, and are ready to contribute in team fights, only to have the entire enemy team surrender.

Ruan Ruan chuckled softly:

"Who made it so outrageous... a magic orb explodes into a shovel, a treasure chest explodes into a shovel, you've got all the five-cost cards, how are others supposed to compete?"

"How can you blame me?" Ye Fan said matter-of-factly. "I'm the chosen one, and the system is helping me."

The chat in the live stream has gone completely crazy:

"I suggest the authorities thoroughly investigate this account; if this kind of luck doesn't work, I'll eat my keyboard."

"Ten Emperors Standing Tall + 10 Lucky Stars, this game is enough for the streamer to brag about for a year."

"Run, Softie! This guy's been blessed by Lady Luck!"

Looking at the screen full of fish balls, gifts, and barrage of comments, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile.

Although I didn't enjoy the game, I received so many gifts that my hands were sore!

He cleared his throat and announced into the microphone:

"Next game! Next game!"

She gave a soft, angry snort: "I'm not coming."

Ye Fan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"You promised to take me with you, but you only cared about your own fun and completely ignored me. What a waste of my Superfire." Ruan Ruan pouted.

"Oh? Sorry, sorry, I was having too much fun and didn't consider your feelings. How about this, let's play again. I promise I'll give you a good boost this round, I'll make sure you get ahead!"

Ye Fan begged for mercy repeatedly.

After all, this is a major client; we can't afford to offend them.

"???"

Question marks appeared in the comments section.

"I recognize every single word you're saying, but why does it all sound off? Is this something I can listen to without paying?"

"The car wheel ran right over my face."

"Oh no, Ruan Ruan has been corrupted by the streamer."

Seeing the nonsense in the comments, Ruan Ruan blushed and, with a stiff neck, asked in a coquettish voice, "Are you going to start or not?"

"Ah, ah, let's begin."

Ye Fan snapped out of his daze and quickly started the matchmaking process.

In the following sessions, Ye Fan explained the operational strategy to the live stream audience while guiding Ruan Ruan on how to play.

Under Ye Fan's guidance, Ruan Ruan finally won the game.

She happily rolled around on her little bed.

After finishing the fifth game, Ye Fan said, "It's already 11 o'clock without me realizing it. I have things to do tomorrow, so I need to get up early. I'll log off now."

After saying that, without waiting for the viewers to react, he immediately shut down the live stream assistant.

The game room was still open, and Ruan Ruan said in the team voice chat, "Are you going to rest?"

"Yeah, there's a match tomorrow."

"Alright, then you should go to sleep early."

"Oh, and add a green bubble. That way, it'll be easier for me to ask you if I don't understand something in the future."

"Okay," Ye Fan said, giving his Green Bubble ID.

After a while, I received a request to add you.

Ye Fan clicked on it and saw a real-life cartoon avatar dressed in Lolita fashion, which looked very cute.

Her online name is "Ruanruan Loves Meat".

"I'm logging off now. Contact me if you need anything, Green Bubble."

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he turned off the team voice chat and exited the game.

I took a shower and as soon as I came out, I saw several unread messages in my green chat window.

Ye Fan clicked on it and saw that it was soft.

"Are you a professional gamer? I've never heard of you before."

Why don't you show your face during your live streams? Is it to keep it a secret?

"I've been having trouble climbing the ranks lately. Do you have any simple yet powerful team compositions to recommend?"

"Where is she? Did she fall asleep so quickly?"

"Good night!"

Ye Fan hovered his finger over the input box, typed a long explanation, then remembered the match early the next morning, and finally replied with only two words: "Good night." He then turned off the network and placed his phone face down on the bedside table.

On the other side, Ruan Ruan held her phone and waited for a while. When there was no response, she muttered, "Going to bed so early," and then tossed her phone aside.

Silent all night.

When Ye Fan was woken up by the alarm clock, he grabbed his phone and looked at the time—8:47 AM.

"I'm going to be late!"

He sprang to his feet, quickly washed up, grabbed a loaf of bread, and rushed out the door. When he arrived at the school by taxi, most of the athletes had already entered the venue, which was filled with a quiet, tense atmosphere of anticipation.

"Sorry, I was delayed on the way." Ye Fan quickly went to the worktable to enter the information.

The staff member frowned slightly and handed over the entry card: "Hurry up and go in, it's about to start."

Ye Fan thanked them and jogged into the arena, clutching the card. The moment he pushed open the inner door, he clearly felt many eyes instantly converge on him.

They scrutinized, sized up, were wary, and even displayed undisguised hostility.

"Is that Ye Fan? The one who got ten consecutive wins?"

"He's also the one who played the Ten Yordles. I watched the replay three times, but I still don't know how to fight him."

"What else can we do? We'll just have to play this hand of cards."

Faint whispers drifted into his ears. Ye Fan remained expressionless, found his seat, and silently tucked his phone into the innermost part of his backpack. Now, any interference had to be shut out.

The host's clear voice rang out in the venue: "It's time for the match. Welcome to the Genting Academy School Team Selection Tournament semi-finals. The game is about to begin. Please enter the room."

The countdown has ended, and everyone has entered the custom room.

The loading screen flashed by in an instant.

When the screen lit up and Ye Fan saw the virtual avatar of Salafine holding a microphone in the center of the game, with neon lights behind her, he raised an eyebrow slightly and leaned forward unconsciously.

The Three-Color Game is interesting!

Almost at the same second, he clearly realized—

Seven sharp, knife-like gazes were once again fixed on him.

Jealousy, greed, murderous intent, and a desire for challenge.

Everyone is preparing to join forces against him.

Ye Fan loosened his fingers and placed the mouse.

A faint, cold smile curved at the corners of his lips.

Tianhu City State is targeted by the entire team.

He looked up at the screen and chuckled softly.

"Want to team up with me?"

"Then you'd better all come at me together."

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