135: The match begins

Yaxiboen listened to him and said, "If that's the case, you could completely copy his routine."

"Copy? What's the difference between that and plagiarism? That's not very good," Quan Ou said.

"No, no, no," Yaxiboen took a sip of water, "I'm saying you can also learn from him and organize a competition."

Quan Ou was lost in thought; there really wasn't a game he had made that was suitable for a competition.

However, if he also made a multiplayer competitive game...

That seemed like it might work.

"Let me think about it."

There were many game Producers like him who started wanting to copy Wandering God's routine.

But there were also many game Producers who hoped that Wandering God's competition would run into problems.

That way, maybe they could pull him down from his pedestal.

However, Ye Bai was completely unaware of this. He was as busy as a spinning top every day; how could he have time to pay attention to others?

Soon it was the afternoon of the 9th. Holding a Gold Ring and his teammates nervously opened honor of kings.

Then they found the e-sports competition column and clicked in.

Because of the competition, he couldn't stream, and for a moment, he was a bit unaccustomed to it.

But players who didn't participate in the competition were happily watching the live streams.

Hang Dong pulled Hang Liang, who had already returned home to recover, to watch. "Brother, look, this is the honor of kings competition."

Hang Liang didn't really want to watch, but compared to a horror live stream...

He felt that watching an honor of kings stream wasn't impossible.

"This is Miyamoto. He's very strong right now, and the opponents actually didn't ban him," Hang Dong chattered away.

On the screen, Miyamoto was quickly farming the jungle, while the opponent had picked Monkey King and was also farming.

It seemed like neither had any intention of counter-jungling.

However, the top lane was miserable. The blue side's King of Western Chu encountered four big men as soon as he came out and directly gave up First Blood.

After the four people on the red side got the kill, they hurriedly ran back to their own lanes.

Hang Dong was almost dying of laughter. "Brother, look, he was ambushed by four people."

Hang Liang didn't find it funny.

However, he still gave a cooperative dry laugh.

He didn't think this kind of game was fun at all. A few little figures fighting back and forth on the same map—what was the point of that?

But at this moment, he had no say in the matter.

One match was quickly finished, and Hang Dong found another match to start watching.

As soon as she opened it, she was stunned. "This is that big Streamer, Golden Ring!"

"Wow, he's playing Han Xin."

Hang Liang: "Big Streamer? How big?"

Hang Dong glanced at her brother. "Very big! He's a top-tier Streamer for honor of kings. He probably earns as much in a day as our family does in a month."

Hang Liang's pupils shrank slightly. "Just... by playing games?"

Before he got his emotional illness, he was a college student, but later he took a leave of absence because of the illness.

He still knew more or less how difficult it was to earn money because he had worked part-time while studying.

But he didn't expect that just playing games could earn so much money.

Was this a joke?

"Can anyone participate in this competition?"

Hang Dong watched the match seriously without looking up. "No, you have to be at least Gold rank. And let me tell you, the prize money is two million! A full two million!"

"Even if it's split between five people, each person can get hundreds of thousands."

Hang Liang suddenly felt his heart beating violently.

It wasn't because of his illness.

It was because of the money.

After his emotional value recovered, he also knew more or less how much his family had sacrificed for him.

His parents worked hard outside to earn money just to afford the hospitalization fees, and his younger sister had taken a leave of absence from school to take care of him at home.

In fact, the care also carried the meaning of being afraid they wouldn't see him one last time.

Severe emotional illness patients might die in their sleep any day.

Hang Liang also felt some guilt in his heart. He would also think that if he hadn't gotten sick, would everyone not have to be so tired?

But there was no way around it; emotional illness wasn't something he could have just because he wanted it.

"Then can one still participate in this competition now?"

Hang Dong had a lollipop in her mouth. "Not now, the deadline was yesterday."

"Will there be more competitions in the future?"

"It's hard to say," Hang Dong tilted her head. "If honor of kings can stand firm, maybe there will be another one next year."

"Or maybe there won't be; it's hard to say."

Hang Liang was lost in thought. Looking at the tiny heroes in the match, he suddenly felt an impulse to try it out.

"Golden Ring is indeed Golden Ring; he directly led four people to counter the blue buff, and the enemy Miyamoto is still being silly and doesn't know," Hang Dong said, not forgetting to explain to her brother.

"Counter-jungling means that this jungle area belongs to the opponent. If they take the opponent's jungle, the opponent's economy will decrease!"

She showed off her knowledge vigorously; this was what the Streamer had said, and she had memorized it at the time.

However, when she played herself, she rarely encountered a jungler who went to counter-jungle.

Maybe because her rank was too low?

The two watched, and at this moment, Golden Ring was loudly giving commands. "Go, go, go, hurry back to farm the lane. Bai Qi, don't die alone in the top lane."

He returned to his own jungle and started farming. By the time he reached level four, the opponent finally realized their blue buff was gone.

The enemy Miyamoto wandered around the bottom lane for a bit and then left.

But Golden Ring manipulated Han Xin, coordinating with Bai Qi and Xiao Qiao to directly kill the enemy Lü Bu.

As they played, they became less nervous.

After all, the opponent's skill level looked to be Gold rank at most.

"Damn, scared me to death. I thought we'd encounter a strong team right from the start," Wu Feng in the team said loudly.

By now, they had already completely crushed the opponent.

"Who knew the opponents were so bad? If I had known, I would have given them a handicap at the start."

Shen Qu, who was playing Xiao Qiao, spoke up. "Now you're bragging. Who was the one howling last night, saying they hoped to never encounter Wei Yan's team, and even said that as long as they were blessed not to meet them, they'd be willing to..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop your chattering," Wu Feng took down a defense tower. "Alright, let's just finish them in one wave."

"Hey, do you think tomorrow will be as easy as today?"

Golden Ring spoke up. "Hard to say. The system matches 1-point teams with 1-point teams. Some lucky ones can even get a bye."

"We can only pray for Buddha's protection."

They often played five-man queues on weekdays to increase their coordination, so they had basically encountered all the expert teams.

They mostly won more than they lost, but as soon as they encountered Wei Yan's team, they lost every single time.

Who knew how that guy Wei Yan's Mage was so powerful.

Damn, they banned his Diaochan, and he could still bring out Empress and Qin Shi Huang.

One can only say that pay-to-win players are truly not to be trifled with.

"Work's done, phew!" Wu Feng shouted. "Come on, come on, five-man queue!"

On the other end, Hang Liang, who was watching the live stream, was stunned. "They play this fast?"

In this game, the opponent's crystal was pushed in just ten minutes.

Hang Dong's eyes were wide. "Of course. This is the great Golden Ring. When he streams five-man queues, except for meeting some experts, he basically never loses."

"So powerful," Hang Liang silently took out his phone. "I'll also download it and try playing."

He felt like he had learned how to play just by watching.