Chapter 296: Though Ten Thousand Men Stand Against Me, I Go!

During the morning, Bai Liang mainly trained ranked games with Wang Sicong and the three IG players who were going to team up with them for the match.

They also played two practice matches.

It was just a bit rough on IG's jungler, having to play dog for both mid lane and bot lane.

After thinking it over, this guy made a "decision that betrayed his ancestors" — just abandon the upper side of the jungle during the match.

Otherwise mid lane would be fine, he could rush over to support anytime, but what about that daddy in bot lane without him?

Meanwhile, Yang Mi said that since she was already here, she might as well find a few pro players to keep her company for a couple of games.

Strangely enough, these kids were fine facing Bai Liang — not particularly nervous.

On one hand, they'd met him before; on the other, Bai Liang only liked putting pressure on Wang Sicong and was pretty casual with them, so it didn't feel that stressful.

But facing Big Mi Mi, these pro players with an average age of maybe under twenty felt their hands shaking while playing.

Yang Mi just had to say one word to them and they'd blush.

Perhaps this is the power of a stat monster!

Likewise, a creature like a young married woman is a natural counter to these esports kids.

He was once a teenage prodigy, until he met an older sister ten years his senior.

"I'm heading out first, I'll come watch your match this afternoon." After playing two games and enjoying the experience of pro players playing dog for her, Yang Mi was in a great mood and ready to bounce.

"Leaving already? Why don't you just come with us this afternoon?" Bai Liang took off his headset and asked.

At his question, the internet-addicted youths, including Wang Sicong, all quietly pricked up their ears.

"No, I still need to go change clothes~"

"Isn't what you're wearing fine?" Bai Liang looked Yang Mi up and down. Hmm. Pretty girlish.

Too bad Yang Mi's outfit today was on the conservative side, not much eye candy top or bottom, otherwise these internet-addicted youths would surely have been "heavily encouraged."

"Watching a match calls for match-watching clothes. This is everyday wear. You boys wouldn't understand~"

Yang Mi blinked, and instantly "took down" a whole crowd.

She also didn't forget to mention: if they won tonight's match, she'd treat them to a big dinner.

Immediately the young men were pumped full of chicken blood!

But just then, Bai Liang showed them what a visible gap in talent looked like.

"What about lunch then?"

"Huh?"

"Sister Mi is beautiful and kind-hearted."

"You really are a little rascal!"

Alipay received: ten thousand yuan.

Transferred on the spot, then Yang Mi rolled her eyes at Bai Liang, swayed her hips, and left.

Only after her figure disappeared from the club did everyone finally look away, and simultaneously turn their gaze to Bai Liang.

From these young men's eyes, Bai Liang saw a feeling like "looking up at a high mountain."

Actually, a rich older sister transferring money wasn't that unusual — among these pro players, the famous ones also had rich older sister fans — but you had to look at which rich older sister this was!

Yang Mi sending money. Feels like even the money smells nice~

There was even a more outrageous whisper: I really want her to slap me.

You know, when a beautiful woman slaps you, before the palm hits your face, you'll first smell the fragrance from her fingertips, and the slap that follows doesn't feel like pain, but bliss!

Damn, who said that? So perverted?

Bai Liang glanced at these internet-addicted youths and couldn't help sighing that no wonder the esports scene was so easily dominated by women.

Always stuff like girlfriends transferring teams.

These guys are really starved!

Today, suddenly a top-tier young married woman plus a big star like Yang Mi appeared before them — not every single one got red-hot, but clearly they couldn't hold back their composure.

"Holy shit bro, how did I never notice you were this shameless before?!" Wang Sicong sighed.

"If I were like you, spending money on women, wouldn't that make me seem on the same level as you?"

"What crap? What level am I on?"

Bai Liang said nothing, silently found a small mirror from the side, and handed it over.

Just before Wang Sicong was about to get embarrassed and angry, he timely added: "Money is for women to see, not for women to spend."

Wang Sicong:???

Seeing this guy suddenly wear a thoughtful expression, Bai Liang subconsciously mourned for Wang Sicong's future internet-celebrity girlfriends.

Hoping that because of his random nonsense, the son of the richest man, Young Master Wang who splashed money everywhere, wouldn't suddenly become stingy from then on.

Hmm. Like, walking down the road of no return that is cheesy pickup lines.

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Time quickly arrived at the afternoon.

Mercedes-Benz Arena.

Today's regular season match and tomorrow's All-Star exhibition match were both held here.

Generally speaking, a League of Legends regular season match wouldn't need such a big venue — eighteen thousand seats — and the organizers were initially worried tickets wouldn't sell.

After all, this wasn't some global finals.

And last year, because the finals at the Bird's Nest had no Chinese club, the atmosphere and popularity of the entire League of Legends domestic league had taken a certain hit.

However, after taking a look, Sister Yanzi said: you guys underestimate the fandom circle too much!

Just as the fandom circle doesn't know how much explosive power esports fans can unleash, there's a wall between the two circles.

What do you call a top-tier celebrity with an overwhelming lead?

You have to understand, since his debut, Bai Liang has never held any fan meet-and-greets, birthday events, or anything like that.

If you want to catch him in person, you generally only get a chance during movie roadshows or brand launch events.

And the frequency of these activities is clearly not enough to satisfy the "hunger" of the fangirl community.

Eighteen thousand tickets?

The moment they went on sale, they were gone in seconds.

If Yanzi hadn't given everyone a heads-up earlier and held back a portion of tickets specifically for esports fans, today's venue would probably have been completely overrun by fangirls!

And not only that—beyond those who managed to buy tickets, there were also plenty of people outside the venue who failed to get one, lingering and crowding around, making the whole area completely jammed up.

The surrounding streets had drivers who couldn't help but sigh: "Today seems way more jammed than usual~"

Oh right, the IG club's players didn't take the team bus today.

A whole fleet of black Mercedes-Benz business vans—now that was an impressive sight.

All provided by Mercedes-Benz. With the match being held at the Mercedes-Benz Arena today, and with Bai Liang about to take the stage, the face had to be fully maxed out.

"Bro, I feel like I should've worn a suit today. This is freaking terrifying!"

Looking at the dense crowd outside, one of IG's players, Ah Shui, couldn't help but remark.

"I haven't even started playing yet and my hands are already sweating."

"Ning, I think you'd better stay out of the bot lane today. If mid lane collapses, you probably won't be able to walk out of this venue."

Jungler Ning, usually carefree and easygoing, was starting to crack under the pressure, his heart pounding.

He was already stressed enough having to serve "two dads," and now there's this massive external pressure on top of it?

Honestly, a big crowd isn't anything new—League of Legends matches have had plenty of huge turnouts before. But the way those fangirls outside are going crazy, each one holding up capybara standees and various posters, the overall vibe is just unnerving.

Jungler Ning thought it over for a while: "Forget it, I'm not going to bot lane. Shui-zi, you're on your own."

To make it out of here today in one piece, he said he was going to pour all his energy into being a good boy for mid lane.

"Huh?! No way! Careful, or the boss will go back and make you a security guard."

"Being a security guard is still being alive, though. I feel like they could flip a car over—so scary! Our esports female fans really aren't as crazy as the fangirl crowd."

"Liang-ge's skill is legit, and VG is pretty weak anyway. Just wait for Shy to smash top lane~ I'll just play it safe."

"Don't ban, don't ban~" Shy said with a shy smile, declaring that he would definitely come out swinging.

Still, the pressure on IG's side, while certainly significant, was nothing compared to what their opponents today were facing.

Wait, what the hell? It's just a regular season match—there's no way it should be this terrifying, right?!

In the team bus crawling forward with great difficulty, the VG players exchanged bewildered glances, feeling like they'd been transported to another world.

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Is this what you get for not being good enough?

Honestly, IG right now is three carries carrying two deadweights, so their chances of winning aren't actually that small.

But the question is—do they dare to win?

The other side isn't just starting the game with a huge "gold lead"—there are also all those "executioners" waiting outside.

What if Bai Liang is the delicate, fragile type of celebrity star, and they end up making him cry?

Fortunately, that wasn't going to happen. The team manager decisively gave everyone a pep talk: Bai Liang's a veteran gaming trash-talker, his mental game is rock solid.

This kind of "pre-battle pep talk" had a weird flavor to it—because they were actually having to consider their opponent's feelings. That's just absurd!

Case in point: VG's jungler, whose in-game name is Youdang, silently made a decision in his heart.

Though ten thousand men stand against me, I will go forward!

Worst case, I'll just retire after this match! Being a security guard is being a security guard—at least it'll save me a few decades of detours in life.

At this point, Bai Liang had no idea he was putting this much pressure on the youngsters on both sides.

He and Wang Sicong were sitting in the very front car, shooting the breeze.

They talked about everything—except today's game.

Except Wang Sicong kept confirming: "Is Yang Mi here?"

"How would I know~"

Bai Liang quietly told a little white lie, because the lie had to be told—after all, he couldn't dent Wang Sicong's morale before the match.

Yang Mi had, of course, already arrived, and she'd even sent him a photo of her outfit for the afternoon.

She didn't take too many—just her legs.

Black stilettos with red soles, paired with Balenciaga stockings.

That brand's stockings are easy to recognize—they have letters on them, you can tell at a glance.

So when she said she was changing into a different outfit, she meant she went to change into this?

As the saying goes, don't fear Mercedes or Land Rover, fear the stockings with letters.

Attack speed item!

If Wang Sicong got even a glimpse of this... he plays ADC, so this would be more than just a gold lead over his opponent—he'd start the game with bonus attack speed too.

But then the guy said he was picking "Jhin," a champion with only four bullets, so forget it—no way he's seeing this.

Bai Liang quietly hit save, deciding to savor it later on his own.

Getting out of the car and entering the venue was another troublesome process, thankfully thanks to the large amount of security prepared in advance.

Bai Liang, who usually loves signing autographs and taking photos with fans when he sees them, didn't dare linger outside this time, heading inside quickly to avoid accidentally causing any incident.

"Today's match will see the debut of two new players. I'm sure everyone, just like me, is full of anticipation, right?"

The casters at the desk weren't even discussing the specifics of today's match yet. Before the game had even started, they were already going wild, riffing endlessly on the topics of Bai Liang and Wang Sicong.

After all, they knew perfectly well who the audience—both in the venue and online—had come to see.

Not many people cared about the win-loss between IG and VG. Everyone just wanted to see how these two "professional players" would actually perform.

The offline fan-circle girls would surely be cheering him on, unconditionally standing on Bai Liang's side.

The online hot-tempered bros were also ready, fingers on the keyboard, prepared to transform into canyon pianists at any moment and crank up the difficulty on those two!

Of course, there were even more spectators of chaos, waiting to see if there'd be any entertaining show effects today.

Likewise, the segments before the official match started had a lot more than usual.

Interviews, introductions, and so on.

Including the player IDs of the two "newcomers," which were revealed ahead of time.

Wang Sicong's was.

And Bai Liang's was.

Actually, it was pretty simple—one Principal Wang, one Bai Bai Daxian.

But the latter title somehow got twisted into something new by the bullet comments. Especially when the backstage camera caught Yang Mi chatting with Bai Liang, the bullet comments exploded beyond the fan-circle girls' squeals.

After a round of lewd jokes and online horniness, the bullet-comment genius directly translated Bai Liang's ID as "Bao De Xi."

Read it backwards, the effect is even better.

"You guys are only playing one match? Then I'll just wait until you're up before heading to the audience seats."

"Not going to the venue to soak in the esports atmosphere?" Bai Liang said casually.

Yang Mi covered her mouth and laughed, "They're all your female fans, what esports atmosphere is there~ You've basically come to hold a fan meet-and-greet."

"Then how about finding a lounge to nap for a bit?"

"You're really on the same wavelength as me—I've already arranged a lounge, don't you want to come rest too?"

At this point the backstage camera had already left, and in an angle where no one else could see, Yang Mi gently traced the toe of her high heel along Bai Liang's calf~

At this moment Yang Mi was languidly reclining on the sofa, her crossed legs wrapped in stockings, outlining a dangerous and alluring curve.

Her whole person radiated a tension woven from sharp, stunning beauty and lazy sensuality.

As her gaze drifted, a hint of coquettishness actually slipped through.

Bai Liang: This older sister has quite the nerve, huh?

Facts proved that Yang Mi's nerve really was that big.

Because they only needed to play one match, and it wasn't the first one, there was still at least an hour-plus before Bai Liang and Wang Sicong had to go on.

There's quite a lot one can do in an hour-plus.

Of course, while being bold, she was also very careful.

She had long since had people check that lounge inside and out.

After all, the industry had seen cases of people fooling around backstage during a show and forgetting to mute the mic.

Not only that, an assistant had to stand guard outside too—only then could it be considered airtight.

Bai Liang: I suspect you're a spy sent by the opponents!

Yang Mi: So are you coming or not?

(End of Chapter)