Chapter 47: Scrims against IG!

"Love!"

Su Mo's inexplicable answer left Rita stunned for a moment.

She quickly recovered, a flush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks. "Hahaha, Brother Mo, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

The viewers in the live stream realized what had happened at that moment, and a wave of question marks flooded the bullet chat.

"??"

"???"

"Holy crap, is this the reaction of a pro player? Brother Mo is smooth."

"Rita, honey, if you didn't understand, why are you blushing!!"

"I love sucking too. Brother Mo, after you're done, can you let me have a turn?"

"Ridiculous. This streamer is a comedic genius; EDG really hit the jackpot."

"..."

The interaction between Su Mo and Rita caused the entertainment value of both live streams to explode.

The two of them stopped there without delving deeper into the topic, refocusing their attention back on the game.

In the end, Su Mo didn't play Ashe; instead, he picked Singed (the "Time Old Man") to play bot lane, while Rita played a sustain support.

"Brother Mo, won't we get crushed and ground into the dirt playing like this?" Rita expressed her doubts.

Although Su Mo had tormented Letme mercilessly with Singed in a professional match, using him as an ADC was clearly unconventional.

As it turned out, Rita's worries were somewhat unnecessary.

Once the game began, Su Mo once again demonstrated just how obnoxious Singed could be.

Against the EZ and Lux combination, a few of his bombs would strip away more than half of their health bars, forcing them to return to base to recover.

As their bot lane advantage gradually expanded, Rita's praises began to pour in

"Brother Mo, your skill shots are so precise!"

"Brother Mo, your last-hitting is so steady, you haven't missed a single one."

"Brother Mo, your positioning is amazing; Lux hasn't landed a single skill on you."

"..."

The two played amidst laughter.

While playing, Su Mo would occasionally switch windows to check on the live stream.

Before long, he noticed that the viewership had climbed to 2.2 million.

"I searched for ages and finally found your stream, you animal!"

"You're the one who made Sister Zhou cry! I just saw the video, it's hilarious."

"Streamer, you're famous! The video of you making Sister Zhou cry hit a million views in just over an hour!"

"Is the guy above not watching the matches? This streamer is EDG's substitute top laner. He's 'Mo,' the founder of the 'Animal Playstyle.' He's been famous for a while."

"Brother Mo, good news: when you search 'animal' on Douyin, you're the first result."

"Now, every ranked game features a top laner playing Singed or Karma. It's too surreal!"

"I've already started encountering people playing Shaco jungle in my Gold games. They tried to copy Brother Mo's invade style, but they ended up getting their shit kicked in by the enemy."

"Why is half the chat cursing the streamer while the other half acts like they don't have keyboards?"

"The prestige of the 'Animal Brother' is still rising!"

"..."

Perhaps because Su Mo's playstyle was so unconventional, every new viewer entering the stream felt the need to drop a few insults for the sake of the bit.

Although the popularity was currently high, Su Mo knew this was merely a brief surge that wouldn't last long.

Most viewers were only here for the novelty, coming purely to watch the spectacle.

Once the novelty faded, who would remember the name Su Mo?

The internet's memory is always very short.

To maintain momentum, he would have to play matches, and then use those matches to both torment opponents and create "content" to increase his fame.

However, EDG's starting top laner was ultimately Mouse, which troubled Su Mo slightly.

For now, he could only take things one step at a time.

After a moment of internal reflection, Su Mo continued playing.

By the time he had won three consecutive games with Rita, it was already 10:30 PM.

Rita checked her watch and said, "Let's call it a night here, Brother Mo. Let's schedule another time."

"Alright, bye-bye."

After saying their goodbyes, Rita ended her stream first.

Su Mo glanced at the viewership; it was still maintaining around 2.2 million.

However, the follower count was only just over 50,000.

Just as he had thought, most viewers were still just there for the entertainment.

Undeterred, Su Mo said with a smile, "Brothers, I'm heading off too. See you tomorrow!"

With that, he clicked to end the stream.

After ending the broadcast, Su Mo stretched and looked around the training room, finding that only A-Guang was left.

A-Guang seemed to be playing a ranked match, playing Maokai in the top lane with a look of intense seriousness.

"Brother Guang, looks like you're about to win!" Su Mo called out.

A-Guang only then noticed Su Mo's arrival. "Xiao Mo, are you off stream?"

"Yeah," Su Mo nodded. "I'm going to sleep, Brother Guang. You should get some rest too; you have a scrim against IG tomorrow."

"Okay," A-Guang nodded. "I'll sleep right after this game."

Saying goodbye to A-Guang, Su Mo headed toward the third floor.

The EDG training room was on the second floor, while the third floor housed the players' dormitories.

Aside from Clearlove, Su Mo was the only one in EDG who had a private room.

Because he had only recently been promoted, Su Mo currently lived in a small, separate room.

Calling it a "small room" was an understatement; "storage closet" would be more accurate, as the room was only about ten square meters and didn't even have a window.

Su Mo didn't have many demands; as long as he had a place to stay, it was fine.

Following the route from his memory, Su Mo arrived at the end of the third-floor corridor, at the door of his small room.

However, when he pushed the door open, he found only an empty single bed inside. The sheets and bedding that were originally there had vanished.

Along with them, his luggage and daily necessities had also disappeared.

"Holy shit, EDG got robbed!" was Su Mo's first thought.

"Robbed by who?" Suddenly, the door to the adjacent room opened, and Clearlove poked his head out. "I moved your stuff into my room. We'll be sleeping together from now on."

Su Mo was quite surprised and joked, "Clearlove, you don't happen to have 'special interests,' do you? I'm getting a bit nervous!"

"Get lost!" Clearlove gave Su Mo a light punch on the arm. "My room is big. I just set up a bed for you with Abu. Come in and take a look."

Su Mo walked into Clearlove's room and indeed saw two beds.

Compared to his previous "storage closet," this room was like a palace—about thirty or forty square meters, and even with two beds, it was still very spacious.

Most importantly, his quilt had already been laid out on the new bed.

"Did you set this up for me, Clearlove?" Su Mo asked.

"What else?" Clearlove said irritably. "Wash up and go to sleep. You have a scrim against IG tomorrow morning; you'd better perform well."

"I'm playing too?" Su Mo was a bit surprised.

He knew about the scrim against IG, but he hadn't expected that he would be on the roster, given that he was just a substitute.

"Yeah," Clearlove said, collapsing onto his bed. "Sleep. Today's matches were exhausting."

Seeing Clearlove's fatigue, Su Mo didn't ask any more questions.

After a quick wash, Su Mo also climbed into bed and soon drifted into a dreamland.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Clearlove's voice drifted into Su Mo's ears

"Mo, wake up. Get up, it's time for the scrim against IG. You're the only one left!"