Esports world champion, debuted as the center of a talent show

Tan Yi is a seasoned fan of shows. As the only daughter of the owner of a large domestic chain of shopping malls, she has money and free time. She has top-notch shooting equipment and countless offline opportunities. Therefore, she has several big fan accounts of top domestic celebrities, and can be said to be a well-known legend in the fan community.

However, she has almost disappeared from the entertainment industry recently because she accidentally clicked into the live broadcast room of the ZPL professional league half a year ago.

The camera focused on a man wearing a black mask. His wispy bangs slightly obscured his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the prominent mole under his eye didn't seem out of place; instead, it added a touch of divine radiance to him.

Tan Yi's hand, which was about to leave the live stream, froze instantly. She stared blankly at the man in the live stream, whose well-defined knuckles controlled the mouse, carrying his team to victory with precise, fast, and highly entertaining flick shots.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline and excitement that she had never experienced before when following celebrities.

From then on, she resolutely fell into the ZPL pit, created a new account, and became a fan of River.

Meanwhile, Tan Yi was angrily pressing his phone, forcefully posting comments under the RXG thread, questioning the club and then hurling insults at the trolls in the comments section. He was so busy he didn't even have time to drink water.

After a while, she exited the post to catch her breath and casually refreshed the homepage.

"Ding-dong~ Your special attention has been updated~"

"Holy crap!" Tan Yiteng sat up straight, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened the notification.

The refreshed post was a video posted by a blogger named @RXG-River, and Tan Yi suddenly had a bad feeling. Without looking at the familiar screaming comments, she clicked on the video directly.

The video shows a man wearing a black mask, revealing only his signature almond-shaped eyes and a mole under his eye. He is very close to the screen, seemingly adjusting the recording equipment.

This close-up beauty bombardment made Tan Yi immediately cover her head, trying her best to suppress the scream that was about to burst out.

River adjusted the equipment, stepped back, and looked at the camera with some uncertainty, muttering to himself, "It should be okay now."

He then paused for a moment and greeted the camera: "Hello everyone, I'm River."

"I will take a break for a while, and my return is pending."

Thank you all for your continued support, and I apologize for causing you worry. I will take good care of myself and get back to my best condition.

Looking forward to our reunion, thank you for waiting.

River in the video still had that calm demeanor, and his voice was still gentle and magnetic, but Tan Yi couldn't help but tear up as she watched.

She didn't know why River chose to take a break, but like countless other streams, she didn't hesitate to respect and support them the moment she saw the video.

It's just waiting. You're only 17. We can wait.

Tan Yi sniffed, raised her hand to type, and joined the countless streams of words, leaving the most sincere encouragement under that blog post.

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Jiang Zhiyu has no live streaming contracts. Apart from a regular live stream he does for fans after each championship win, he almost never goes live. As a result, the live streaming software on his computer desktop is jokingly referred to by fans as modern-day electronic garbage.

After winning the world championship, the live broadcast that should have been made long ago was repeatedly postponed due to various matters.

Jiang Zhiyu, looking somewhat tired after returning from a follow-up visit to the hospital, sat down in front of the computer and rubbed his temples with his fingertips.

The following days were expected to be filled with various schedules. He looked up at the clock on the wall; it wasn't too late.

Jiang Zhiyu pulled a brand new face mask out of the drawer. The upper left corner of the mask had a Q-version cartoon image of River. It was a fan-made support item that was given to the team's assistant along with a letter when he left the field after a match.

He put on a mask, slowly turned on his computer, and for the first time ever, clicked the "Turn on camera" option in the live streaming settings.

"Long time no see."

Jiang Zhiyu flexed his fingers, greeted the rapidly increasing number of viewers in the live stream, his voice a little hoarse and slightly nasal.

At this moment, the live stream chat exploded. The fans, who were originally immersed in suppressed emotions, were suddenly stirred up by a special notification that the live stream had started.

— [Is WC's live stream active?]

- [Waaaaah, R-Baby, we're waiting for your return!]

— Is this RXG.River real or fake? Or is it a counterfeit?

—【Wait a minute! What did I just see?!】

- [Ahhhhhh]

—【They actually turned on the camera? Whoever you are, don't get off R-God's body.】

"Um."

The maximum number of viewers displayed on the live streaming platform is 10, but Jiang Zhiyu's viewership surged to over 10 in less than a minute after he started broadcasting.

Jiang Zhiyu opened the main interface of "Zeroing Game" and coughed twice while logging in; "I didn't sleep well last night, so I probably won't be in good shape today."

"Zeroing Game" is a 5v5 turn-based shooting game where the first player to reach thirteen points wins.

The main screen displays a group photo of RXG winning the World Championship this year, with red text scrolling at the top: "Congratulations to RXG for winning the World Championship."

His gaze swept across the screen, and he casually accepted the team invitation that popped up in the lower right corner.

He is Yan Zuo, the XSG commander known as the "Number One Commander in the Country".

"Jiang, are you serious about taking a break?"

As soon as we joined the team, a loud, boisterous voice came through the headset. His close friends in the industry all called him Jiang.

"Yes, take a break for a while."

"...It's alright, you're still so young. Besides, with your talent, coming back would be a piece of cake. Right now, your physical condition is definitely more important."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the somewhat agitated comments in the live stream because of Yan Zuo's words, and said in a restrained tone, "I'm live streaming."

An eerie silence fell over the other end of the headset, just as the game was being queued.

"I wonder how the quality of the casual matches was today. Let me tell you, ever since your World Championship ended, those casual matches have been unbeatable!" Yan Zuo chuckled twice, changing the subject.

At the same time, Jiang Zhiyu's phone, which was placed to the side, vibrated and a message notification popped up.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was a message from Yan Zuo: Are you alright, Jiang? wk I didn't know you were live streaming.

Jiang Zhiyu bought himself a revolver in the game and casually brushed his hair back: "It's okay... I'll wait for Captain Yan to carry me."

All players are anonymous and their game IDs are not displayed.

My random teammates' mics were crackling and static, a bit harsh: "I'm a high-ranking player, you guys go to point B and be the default, just don't feed, watch me single-handedly wipe out the enemy's point A."