Chapter 44: Caught the Female Streamer Crying in Despair!

One team fight, and the Red Team was completely wiped out.

"F*** you! How can this Soraka old man and Shaco be this disgusting? I'm surrendering!"

PDD's furious voice rang out as he called for a surrender.

The surrender was passed almost unanimously and instantly.

The game camera began to move uncontrollably toward the Red Team's base crystal. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the crystal exploded with a roar, announcing the end of the game.

Victory!

The word "Victory" appeared on the screen.

At the same time, a system notification rang in Su Mo's mind

【Obtained +100 Torment Points from PDD】

【Detected that the host has successfully killed the enemy female streamer 21 times. Task completed. Reward issued: 1 Prestige Mastery Card】

Only at this moment did Su Mo finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Although this game seemed easy to play, Su Mo had actually been worried about the opponents surrendering every single second.

To give the opponents a glimmer of hope for victory, he basically avoided ganking the top and bottom lanes, allowing them to gain a significant advantage.

In the end, the opponents did not fail his painstaking efforts, only clicking surrender after more than forty minutes.

Now, with this Prestige Card in hand, it was equivalent to having another trump card.

If he had the chance to play in professional matches later, he wouldn't have to live in fear.

With that thought, he glanced at his livestream room.

Upon looking, Su Mo was momentarily stunned.

The viewership in the livestream room had climbed to over 1.68 million.

He vaguely remembered that before the game started, the viewership was less than 500,000. This meant that in just over forty minutes, over a million people had joined.

Even with Su Mo's thick skin, he was somewhat shocked.

At the same time, he was a bit puzzled.

The hype for today's EDG match was huge, but no matter how big it was, the viewership shouldn't have grown this rapidly.

Filled with doubt, Su Mo glanced at the bullet chat.

"Wait, you can actually win with this lineup?"

"Brother Mo is amazing, he even made Sister Zhou go into a state of self-isolation."

"I didn't expect Soraka and Shaco to pull off a combo. Incredible."

"I came from Sister Zhou's stream. Streamer, your playstyle is so satisfying to watch!"

"I came from Teacher Piao's stream. Teacher Piao also broke down; he's even cursing you out indirectly."

"I've followed him, brothers. This streamer's playstyle is so beastly, I'm going to learn all of it to annoy other people!"

"..."

After reading the bullet chat, Su Mo understood immediately.

It turned out a large portion of his livestream's popularity had been drawn from Zhou Shuyi's and PDD's streams.

This was an unexpected pleasant surprise.

In a good mood, Su Mo stretched his aching neck and began to thank the people for their gifts.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In Zhou Shuyi's livestream.

At this moment, Zhou Shuyi remained expressionless, staring quietly at the computer screen.

Although the screen displayed a large "Defeat" icon, she let out a long sigh of relief.

This agonizing game was finally over.

She finally didn't have to face that godforsaken Shaco anymore.

Facing that damn Shaco, she had gone from initial anger to later despair, and finally to her current numbness.

Only she knew the bitterness involved.

During those forty-plus minutes, every second was a torment to her.

After pausing for half a minute, Zhou Shuyi finally picked up the mouse and clicked "Confirm."

The next moment, the game entered the results interface.

However, this time was a bit different; there was an extra notification box on the results screen.

Zhou Shuyi narrowed her eyes and looked at the text in the box

"Hello Summoner, it has been detected that your gameplay exhibited improper attitude or intentional feeding. You will be banned for 72 hours."

Seeing these words, a sharp pain shot through Zhou Shuyi's long-suppressed heart.

"Waaaah..." Tears uncontrollably slid from the corners of her eyes. "Why is this happening? I didn't mean to feed on purpose, it was all because of Shaco, all because of him... Waaaah..."

A massive sense of grievance surged in her heart. While wiping her tears, she sobbed, "I'm never playing Master tier again, I'm never playing Jax again, waaaaah..."

That voice, filled with sorrow and endless regret, left the viewers in the livestream stunned.

The bullet chat scrolled frantically.

"Holy crap, she's actually crying?"

"People used to say that claiming to make someone cry was just bragging, I didn't think someone could actually do it!"

"Mo is truly incredible; he actually managed to make someone as intense as Zhou Shuyi cry, haha..."

"Sister Zhou, did you forget to eat? Why are you crying so quietly?"

"Hahahaha, I'm dying laughing. Brothers, I'm going to play Shaco too."

"Anyone want to duo? I'll play Shaco jungle, you play Soraka top."

"Brothers, I'm heading to Mo's stream first to learn some moves!"

"Rich guys, don't send gifts to Sister Zhou yet, I want to see how long she can keep crying."

"..."

Seeing this while sobbing, Zhou Shuyi's crying grew even louder.

She had originally thought that since she was moved to tears, the audience would surely sympathize with her, help her curse out Shaco, and send some gifts to comfort her.

But she hadn't expected this group of viewers to have no sense of tenderness at all; their words were so chilling.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and she broke into full-blown wailing: "Waaaah..."

However, just as she started crying loudly, a gift effect suddenly appeared in the livestream—a Super Rocket worth two thousand yuan.

She immediately stopped crying, forced a smile, and even made a finger heart: "Thank you, Brother Miaozhi, for the Super Rocket..."

This scene caused the number of comments in the livestream to explode once again.

Of course, Su Mo knew none of this.

At this moment, Su Mo was still thanking the netizens for their gifts.

Regarding his own audience, Su Mo found them somewhat ridiculous; these people were cursing him while simultaneously sending him gifts.

Especially that moderator named "Restart a Billion Times"—whenever he looked at the chat, he would inevitably see the messages he posted containing the word "beast."

But looking at the gift rankings, this guy had already sent eighty thousand yuan worth of gifts, ranking first on the leaderboard.

It was too surreal...

"Brothers, please send gifts according to your means. Send me a little less; if you have money, buy more gifts for your parents. They will definitely be very proud and happy."

After Su Mo finished speaking, he found that even more people were sending gifts...

He was also bewildered.

............

At the same time.

In the Chunfeng Grand Hotel, Abu and his friends had just finished eating and were walking out of the restaurant.

"Phew, I'm so full," Clear (厂长) said, stretching. "With so much delicious food, I wonder what Xiao Mo is in such a hurry to get back for."

Hearing this, Abu chuckled. "Xiao Mo probably listened to me and went back to train. He's much more diligent than you guys."

"Holy crap!" Suddenly, Ah Guang's surprised voice rang out.

"What are you shouting for?" Abu said, somewhat dissatisfied.

"No, Coach, look." Ah Guang handed his phone to Abu.

Abu took it and froze.

On Ah Guang's phone screen was a video from the Bilibili website.

The video had only been posted for ten minutes, but its view count had already exceeded 100,000.

But the exaggerated view count wasn't what caught Abu's attention; what he focused on was the title of the video

"Sister Zhou was made to cry by the Beastly Guy Mo, I'm dying laughing!"

Abu looked puzzled.

Was this "Mo" in the title the same Mo he knew?

And that nickname, "Beastly Guy"...