Chapter 94: Are You a Big Star Too?

On the other side, in the niche treasure crystal livestream room, Wanjiqi was passionately commentating on his favorite CNCS match.

It was exactly the round where JamYoung failed to fake-attack B Site, and Jiaoyang put on a teaching masterclass.

"What?! How did the opponents lose two people in an instant?"

"What exactly did Jiaoyang do? How did he tear apart this B Site double boost?"

"Never mind that for now, the Bomb is dropped, and the two remaining BTRG players are holding either side of the Arch."

"This aumaN: he doesn't think he's very mysterious, does he?"

"Oh! Thank goodness, he still waited for Jiaoyang."

"Now we just need one-for-one trades."

"Ah? My god! aumaN7 doesn't need to trade at all! Because his teammate has already killed everyone!"

【0ri used AK-47 to Headshot kill ImpressioN】

【0ri used AK-47 to Headshot kill start】

"Holy cow, that's insane, Jiaoyang! How can he kill everyone with a single spray transfer?"

"The BTG Coach called a Tactical Pause; it really is time to report to the referee: the opponents have a superman, how is this playable? Wait, how did Jiaoyang handle the B Site double boost just now? Director? Director? Is the director asleep?"

Whether or not they heard Wanjiqi's call, the director began playing the newly edited five-kill clip.

After the first CT jumping to peek at White Car was air-picked by Jiaoyang, it was the footage of him tearing apart the B Site double boost.

One could see Jiaoyang's Pre-aiming and wide-swing performed in one go, dealing with the CT at the far point of the window before the opponent could react.

As for the CT at the Bomb Site, they didn't react in time, and by the time they aimed at Jiaoyang's head to fire, Jiaoyang's muzzle had already instantly locked onto their head.

Both were bullets flying toward the brain, yet the results were completely different; this is why the AK is far superior to the M4.

【?】

【Two single taps? Only heads in their eyes?】

【Is this a human? Did the crosshair lock on?】

【Holy cow, exactly the same as when he insta-killed Wanjiqi back then.】

Immediately following that was Jiaoyang pulling out from B Short, facing the two in the Arch, and completing the five-kill with a spray transfer.

Perhaps because they had already seen it, or perhaps because it was slightly more mediocre compared to the previous clip, the reaction in the bullet comments wasn't as intense.

【Too lazy to say anything, reporting is enough.】

【Boring, playing against a tier-three team is like killing chickens; Jiaoyang, stop smurfing domestically, go out and win a Major soon.】

【? Haven't you already won two? /laugh】

The Tactical Pause had not yet ended, and just when everyone thought they would see a slow-motion replay of the B Site double kill, the livestream suddenly cut to a real-world scene, with a high-definition, lossless profile shot appearing first.

Then, the gasps from the crowd gathered behind immediately caught everyone's attention.

【What's the situation?】

【Is this at an offline venue? Why are there spectators?】

【Oh? Oh? Oh? Oh? Oh? Oh?】

【Seems like they said Jiaoyang's flight was delayed overnight, so he can only play the match here.】

【The five-kill just now was done on this small laptop? Can he even see the people?】

【Brother Jiao, come closer, I'm about to finish.】

"Did you learn it?" Jiaoyang ignored the passersby's gasps and immediately asked for feedback from his student after finishing the lesson.

"I learned it." JamYoung. nodded; his problem was that he couldn't air-pick at the start, nor did he have the ability to wipe a team alone; it seems he needs to train hard in the future.

"As long as you learned it." Jiaoyang didn't pay attention to the student anymore, but instead said viciously to the two assistant coaches: "Were you two acting against me just now?"

With advent and zhokiNg as two tier-one professionals, it's one thing not to get a 0-for-2 against a tier-three team.

To actually not kill a single person and then drop the Bomb! That's a bit terrifying.

"My feel was off." zhokiNg didn't say much, consciously taking the blame.

Compared to advent's hopeless marksmanship, zhokiNg really did underperform.

Soon, he truly proved himself.

Under JamYoung's fearless entry, zhokiNg displayed the firepower a top CNCS professional should have, with 49 kills and 26 deaths across two maps, biting at the heels of Jiaoyang's 1.97 rating with a 1.88 rating.

From this, one can see how miserable BTRG was, unable to even get 5 points across two maps; by the end, their mentality had completely collapsed.

All they were thinking was, "You guys are so strong, just take the qualification! Why are we even playing?"

"Going out to eat together tonight?" advent suggested.

"I agree!" aumaN agreed with both hands and feet.

"Who asked you?"

Vibration came from the voice channel; Jiaoyang didn't even need to think to know that aumaN had used his head to butt the captain's fist again.

The fact that these two could joke around meant their mentalities had already adjusted, but Jiaoyang, having finished the match, didn't feel relaxed.

"Not tonight, tomorrow, my treat." Jiaoyang said helplessly.

"Why?" the other four said in unison.

"Heh."

Watching the crowd surround him like a city wall, he felt a sense of suffocation.

"Jiaoyang, good luck at Epicenter! Good luck at Ti9!"

"Brother Jiao, I'm your ten-year fan! Sign an autograph!"

"Awesome, Brother Jiao, awesome."

"Brother Jiao, can I see your trophy?"

To think there were actually fans who watched the match and came to snipe him offline? Jiaoyang couldn't help but wonder how idle these people were.

Looking at the shivering An Wenxin to the side, Jiaoyang sighed: "You go first, I'll cover the rear."

Why were there still so many people?

Jiaoyang's hand was about to cramp from signing, yet the length of the line was increasing rather than decreasing.

It wasn't until an auntie asked while requesting an autograph: "Big celebrity, what kind of things do you act in?"

Jiaoyang narrowed his eyes; he seemed to understand why there were more and more people.

"I am a professional Dota 2 player, not a celebrity," Jiaoyang shouted.

Upon hearing "Dota," the enthusiasm plummeted.

If it weren't for the fact that some people were too embarrassed to be seen as just joining the crowd, the entire line might have vanished.

Most of those who didn't run away immediately were still quite young and had thinner skin.

Jiaoyang didn't make things difficult for these people either; instead, he became much more enthusiastic: "You can try Dota 2, it's quite fun, although just downloading the client is already hard enough."

Quite a few passersby felt puzzled after receiving their autographs—how hard could downloading a client be?

Suddenly having their competitive spirit piqued, they thought about going back to give it a try.

The shorter the line, the fewer people there were just joining the crowd.

The fewer people there were just joining the crowd, the shorter the line became.

Before long, the original crowd had dwindled until only the last person remained.

"Big celebrity, can you give me an autograph?"

The familiar notebook, the familiar voice—Jiaoyang raised his head.

Although she was wearing a hat and a mask, those smiling eyes could not deceive anyone.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Who else could it be? An Wenxin took off her mask and took her suitcase from beside Jiaoyang.

Then she took a palm-sized card camera out of her pocket and shook it: "Of course, it's to film behind-the-scenes footage!"

"I've discovered you're very well-suited to be a paparazzi," Jiaoyang retorted.

"Yes, yes, my big celebrity."

Having stayed at VG for a long time, An Wenxin had also learned how to snap back. Especially seeing Jiaoyang look deflated, she laughed even more happily.

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