Chapter 15

"This makes no sense!"

Ning Wang couldn't figure out for the life of him why his level-3 mid gank could be detected by the opponent.

And most importantly, Su Xing didn't just suddenly notice; he had guessed he was nearby from the very beginning, so he walked back and forth to tease him, just waiting for the moment he couldn't hold back and walked out to flash an emote.

This... was simply a naked insult! "I don't know either."

Xiaocaobao's tone was somewhat innocent. He could be sure that Su Xing hadn't placed any vision there from start to finish. As for how the opponent guessed it, he didn't know.

"Could it be that your movement was too obvious?"

Ning Wang hesitated. He felt it must be that his mid laner's movement was too obvious, causing Su Xing to notice.

Xiaocaobao: Damn it, I didn't even move!!! Can he even shift the blame onto me for this? "Forget it, I'll come back later."

At this time, Ning Wang, only level three, naturally didn't dare to stay in the top half of the jungle to take the Scuttle Crab. What if he ran into a level-four Xin Zhao?

So he planned to go to the bottom river to take the Scuttle Crab, then clear a set of F6 to reach level four before returning to the mid lane. He didn't believe he couldn't catch this guy today! "I want to enter his jungle."

At this time, Beishang also had the idea of invading the jungle after killing the top Scuttle Crab. When Lee Sin showed his face just now, his CS was 12, which meant there was at least one set of Wolves in Xin Zhao's top jungle! "Hmm, go."

Su Xing pinged Ning Wang's Wolves and said slowly: "He should be taking the bottom Scuttle Crab right now. If I'm not mistaken, he'll either come back to camp me or go take Krugs or F6 to reach level four before coming to camp me again."

"How come it feels like Ning Wang is like a blank sheet of paper in front of you..."

Beishang hesitated. If it were an active professional player, being able to roughly guess Ning's every move wouldn't be a difficult task, but Su Xing was someone who hadn't played the game for several years.

Even if he was strong before, that was in the past. With version changes, many things now require him to adapt bit by bit, yet he managed to master the current game rhythm with just one or two games.

This is talent, the gap between ordinary professional players and top-tier players! "Just a guess, what if he's not there?"

Su Xing smiled slightly without explaining further.

"You trolls in the chat, watch carefully and learn."

Uzi in the bot lane was also somewhat helpless and said: "In this game, talent is a very perverted thing. Really, sometimes you can't do it, but that doesn't mean others can't."

As a player who also possesses top-tier talent, Uzi knows very well that many times, the ideas and operations of top-tier players are truly a flash of inspiration. If you ask him to explain it step-by-step, he can't, but he just happens to be able to think of such ideas and pull off some unbelievable operations.

Even he sometimes can't replicate some of his past operations; the reason is simple: it's the so-called talent at work.

"Keep praising, my face is going to turn red."

Seeing Uzi praise him so much, Su Xing actually felt a bit embarrassed.

"It's fine, just don't overheat."

Uzi joked: "Let them see your operations this game!"

"Alright."

Meanwhile, after reaching level four, Ning returned to the mid lane river area.

"This isn't right, why is he flashing emotes again!"

Just as Ning Wang stepped into the bush, Su Xing in the mid lane was flashing emotes while last-hitting.

The meaning was clear: I know you're here, stop pretending.

"Maybe there's a ward..." Xiaocaobao didn't want to say anything more at this point. You're the jungler and you don't know if there's vision in the bush; how could he, the mid laner, know?

"Something's wrong, something is twelve times more wrong than usual!"

Ning was just about to say the opponent must be stream-sniping, but a glance at the chat revealed that Su Xing had said at the start of the game that he would visit the mid lane frequently.

"Stinky shoe, stop pretending, your little tricks are a joke in his eyes!"

"Why don't you go to the top lane and hug TheShy's thigh instead of acting like a clown in the mid lane?"

"Tell a joke: the opponent is stream-sniping."

"Sniping your mom, Ning has a ten-second stream delay on; what we see is what happened ten seconds ago. Still talking about stream-sniping? He knew what you were going to do next before you even took the Scuttle Crab."

"I didn't believe others when they said the streamer was bad, but now I do. Someone who hasn't played the game for two or three years can guess the streamer's strategy, let alone those active players."

"Get it now? It's not for nothing that the streamer retired for the second time. You don't really think the FMVP back then was based on skill, right? Laughable, just good luck."

"Damn it, stinky shoe, why don't you go to the top lane to help your big daddy dive the tower? What are you thinking? Are you thinking about what excuse to use to shift the blame later?"

"Streamer, take my advice: if you're bad, know your place. Stop shifting blame, go help the big daddy in the top lane, get it?"

"I've already thought of the excuse for the streamer to shift the blame later: the mid lane is a dead person who gives zero feedback."

"OK, bot lane gets the blame, mid lane gets the blame, when will the top lane get the blame?"

"Give Ning a hundred guts, does he dare shift the blame to TheShy? He'd probably have his ashes scattered."

"Ning, is there a possibility that the blame for losing these three games is all yours?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what are you thinking, making the domestic FMVP take the blame? Bold!"

"Damn, not to mention, this popularity is rising so fast..."

Although the chat in the stream was indeed very nasty, the backend popularity data was rising crazily, which suddenly helped Ning find the wealth code.

Streaming is for money, it's not shameful.

Whatever professional player, whatever FMVP, those are all things of the past.

"To win this game, I definitely have to gank the mid lane."

Looking at the dense chat, Ning Wang said with a stiff neck, seemingly reasonable but actually just being stubborn: "TheShy in the top lane is definitely going to crush them, and you still want me to gank? How much do you look down on TheShy?"

This sentence seemed to be praising TheShy in the top lane, but in reality, it was sarcastic and served to shift the blame in advance.

As he expected, after he said this, the popularity of the entire stream started to rise again, and some people even started to spam gifts.

Just like that, the game time reached a little over six minutes.

Ning Wang had appeared near the mid lane at least four or five times, wasting over a minute in total.

But unfortunately, Ning Wang gained nothing.

For a moment, the viewers in the stream didn't know whether to say Su Xing was too sharp or Ning was just too bad. "This guy is still in the mid lane."

Su Xing also commented sharply on Ning's behavior: "I can see it, he wants to get off work early."

(End of chapter)