CH 21

Official announcement of the King of Glory live broadcast competition starting in August. Before that, the registration channel will be opened directly, and rgistration is limited to King of Glory anchors on cooperative live streaming platforms. The top ten will be determined in the end.

In addition to corresponding prize money, the anchors ranked fourth to seventh will sign an A-level contract with their respective live streaming platforms, while the top three will not only have the opportunity to sign an A-level contract, but also have the chance to participate in the post-World Championship exhibition match and compete against the championship team.

It is reported that the organizers have arranged two mysterious and surprising finale performers for this exhibition match, and they will only be announced on the day of the competition.

However, the organizers have revealed that one of them will be a top celebrity in the entertainment industry.

As a result, countless anchors flocked to register, and the names on the registration list could not even be scrolled down five pages, making it a grand event.

After all, this kind of opportunity is rare. The live broadcast competition not only provides the opportunity to collaborate with celebrities, but also to interact with top-level professional players.

This is undoubtedly a wonderful opportunity to stand out, and those who seize it will have both fame and fortune.

Recently, Xie Yao has been doing well in the peak competition, and he doesn’t know what good luck has come his way. These days, the level and quality of the players he has matched with are quite good, and he has been winning all the way. With one month still left to go, his peak competition points on his account have skyrocketed.

“Victory!”

After winning the game, Xie Yao entered the settlement screen and saw that it was almost ten o’clock.

He lazily stretched out his arm, yawned and said, “I’ll end the stream after one more game.”

: Play a billion more games!

: You’ve been doing really well lately, climbing up the ranks.

: Ever since Yao Yao started playing in the peak competition, the boss has just been a tool to give money. He never says anything except for sending chat messages. Sigh…

: Waaah, if you guys don’t interact, the fanfic of Fish Big Brother will end!

: Before, we used to see you guys being sweet, now we can only find it in fanfic and edited videos. It’s hard to ship you guys now.

: Quickly give me some sweet moments/angry moments!

Xie Yao’s current score in the Peak Tournament is a total of 2281, just enough to squeeze into the top ten of the Q district weekly leaderboard. The player ranked first with the game ID “Meng Mao Jiang Liu” is a popular anchor from the neighboring platform, who also plays mid-lane with a total score of 3389.

The score difference between the top players is not large, and the rankings are very close. The higher the score in the Peak Tournament, the fewer players in that segment, and the longer it takes to find a match.

Xie Yao glanced at the time and said, “If I can’t find a match in ten minutes, I’ll end the stream.”

He didn’t idle either, taking the opportunity to chat with the barrage. Some fans’ provocative remarks flashed by, and he initially ignored them until he noticed a familiar name appearing more and more frequently in his live chat.

“Don’t Eat Fish,” this name had been popping up more and more in his live chat this month, accompanied by a large wave of CP fans. This made Xie Yao curious.

Curiosity piqued, Xie Yao directly asked, “Who is Don’t Eat Fish?”

Unexpectedly, the barrage became extremely excited at the mention of this name.

: Don’t ask who it is, just know that they’re a great person.

: You don’t understand, it’s someone who feeds porridge to the Arctic. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know.

: Can you please be a bit more self-aware? Stay away from fan’s personal lives.

: Kids, don’t look at this.

The barrage of comments is joking and teasing, trying to prevent him from asking further, but as a skilled internet surfer, Xie Yao ignores their lack of seriousness and scrolls through the chat history.

He raises an eyebrow. “So the author of my fan fiction on Weibo has some success, huh? Even a small-time streamer like me has a teacher writing fan fiction about me?”

The chat is full of talk about fan fiction and Weibo, so Xie Yao opens Weibo and types in “Don’t Eat Fish” in the search bar. A bunch of similar usernames appear, and his phone screen, connected to the live stream, shows 90,000 fans watching him search for his own fan fiction, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

: Stop it, hey!

: Are you a fucking idiot? Don’t you know how to report?

: Stop looking, I’m gonna fight you.

: Don’t you feel ashamed reading your own fanfictions? Why aren’t you any different from those slutty bitches out there?

The search results displayed over a dozen similar IDs, with two having a relatively large number of followers: one with 700,000 and the other with 120,000.

How could the blogger with 700,000 followers be interested in a small-time player like him? Without paying any attention, Xie Yao directly clicked on the one with 120,000 followers called “The Cat Who Doesn’t Eat Fish Doesn’t Meow” and checked their homepage.

As he suspected, the blogger was indeed a fanfiction writer, as evidenced by the pinned post on their homepage.

Xie Yao snorted softly but before he could scroll down further, he received a call from his agent, whose name displayed as “Manager Wang.”

He ended the live broadcast, saying, “I need to take this call,” and clicked the accept button.

Manager Wang was the one who initially approached him for a contract and worked at the headquarters in the capital. She spoke concisely and to the point: “Your fans have sent many things to the company’s front desk, and a few days ago, I already sent someone to deliver them to you. They should arrive tomorrow, so remember to sign for them.”

And then he added, “A lot.”

Xie Yao replied, “I got it, thanks, Manager Wang.”

Nowadays, no matter what they do, fans like to send gifts to their favorite streamers, and Xie Yao is no exception. However, he didn’t want to reveal his address, so like many other streamers, he had his fans send gifts to the company.

After hanging up the phone, Xie Yao didn’t reconnect to the game. Instead, he simply closed the King of Glory game.

“It’s almost 10 pm, I’m ending the stream for today.”

The barrage immediately wailed, calling him a big pig’s hoof.

Xie Yao himself didn’t care at all. He even reminded his fans not to send expensive gifts, or else he would directly return them and block the sender from his live stream.

This threat has always been very effective. Most of the gifts his fans send are small handicrafts, not worth much, but the thoughtfulness is spot on.

After he finished looking at the gifts, he would store them in the empty room of his rented apartment.

Originally, the landlord planned to rent out the vacant room, but later on, as Xie Yao started making money, he didn’t want to share a room with others. Plus, he received a lot of gifts from his fans and didn’t know how to store them. So, he decided to rent the entire two-bedroom apartment and use the extra room to store his gifts.

After finishing the live stream, Xie Yao took a shower and chatted with Zhou Tian for a while. When he turned his head, it was already midnight.

He opened WeChat and saw that the last message from his boss, Jiang Song, was two hours ago. Although Jiang Song had been busy lately, they still chatted during the day. After a month, they had become very close.

Xie Yao sent a cat snoring emoji and said “good night,” closed his phone, and went to sleep.

The rainy season has been longer than the previous year, with heavy rain at night and occasional downpours during the day, although the weather clears up shortly afterwards.

The lower area of the community is still flooded, but elderly people and children have started going out during breaks in the rain.

Xie Yao was awakened by a phone call from the delivery guy, who couldn’t find his way to Xie Yao’s complex. Over time, people in the area began notifying delivery services to use the delivery locker.

The delivery guy’s phone call was very humble, asking Xie Yao if he could go to their branch to pick up the package, as it was too big to fit in the delivery locker.

When Xie Yao left home, the sun was still shining brightly, and the accumulated water on the ground reflected the sunlight. But unexpectedly, after walking for more than ten minutes and turning onto two streets, it suddenly started pouring down.

The rain didn’t give anyone a chance to react. Within a minute, it went from a drizzle to a heavy downpour that sounded like it was pounding on the roof.

There were no stores around, only small convenience stores that didn’t sell umbrellas.

Xie Yao looked expressionless as he watched people around him start to run and take shelter under the eaves. He looked up at the sky, then back at the box that was as big as his waist and sighed.

Walking back in this kind of rain was like asking for death.

The delivery guy at the station invited Xie Yao to come in and sit down. Xie Yao stiffly thanked him, then moved a chair to the corner, leaning against the huge box, and facing the wall in silence.

The ride-hailing app showed “39 people in line ahead of you due to heavy rain”.

Xie Yao: “I’m numb.”

Jiang Song had stayed up late last night and barely woke up past 1 pm. He opened his phone and saw that Little Anchor had sent him two lonely emoji packs – one was “going to bed” from last night, and the other was “morning~”.

He replied with his eyes half-closed, “Just woke up now.”

“Have you eaten?” Little Anchor often had irregular meal times and schedules, and for the past month Jiang Song had asked him almost every day if he had eaten on time.

As expected, Xie Yao, who was trapped in the delivery station by the heavy rain, replied, “No.”

Jiang Song immediately frowned. “Why aren’t you listening to me?”

Xie Yao was obviously used to Jiang Song’s fatherly tone with his son, but he explained somewhat frustratedly, “I got caught in the rain without an umbrella or a car, and I can’t leave the delivery station.”

“For how long?” Jiang Song asked.

Taking a glance at the time, Xie Yao replied, “Nearly two hours.”

There weren’t many vehicles traveling in the heavy rain to begin with, and this rain came suddenly. With too many people waiting for a taxi, it was difficult to get one. Xie Yao had given up trying to hail a taxi and was just hoping for the rain to stop soon.

On the other end of the line, Jiang Song fell silent.

In fact, he was checking the weather in C city, observing the torrential rain and the significant amount of precipitation. With his common sense, he knew that this rain wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

He messaged the little anchor, “You’re in C city, right? Where exactly? I have a friend who happens to be in C city today, and he’s in the Longhu Xincheng area. He has a car, so I can ask him to come and pick you up?”

He sent the message but suddenly realized that it might be a bit presumptuous for an internet friend.

“If you don’t mind, I can ask him to pick you up,” he added.

After reading the message, Xie Yao was indeed taken aback, but he hesitated for a moment and eventually did not refuse Jiang Song’s kindness.

Longhu New Street was not far from his location. Xie Yao bit his lips, his heart pounding as he succumbed to the heavy rain outside and sent his address to Jiang Song.

“Thank you, Brother Jiang” he texted.

Jiang Song squinted his eyes, his mind still fuzzy from just waking up.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but there seemed to be a hint of shyness in the few words the kid sent back.