RoleplayNovel Chapter 72: We Winston players are too skilled!
Chapter 72: We Winston players are too skilled!
The next morning, Yang Yi sat at her desk, looking at the information trending on social media, her lips twitching slightly.
Well, he didn't escape after all.
Three trending topics were neatly displayed on the screen:
[Recommended project by Mr. Yang of Beehive – Themed Funeral Garments]
[Yang Yi: Niche market, profitable!]
[Yang Yi: I hereby declare that if anyone loses money in this line of work, come find me!]
Yang Yi stared at the third statement for three seconds, confirming that she had never said it, and then slowly closed her eyes.
So it really is just the six elements of news: taking things out of context, quoting out of context, creating conflict, cutting off the beginning and end, and leaving no follow-up.
A joke has spawned three trending topics; anyone who didn't know better would think Yang Yi was really going to enter the funeral industry.
He opened the comments section and glanced at it.
"Mr. Yang is really venturing into new industries, from gaming to semiconductors to funeral shrouds—that's quite a leap."
"A sensual funeral shroud... even the King of Hell would be stunned if you wore this."
"I've already registered my company. Thank you for the guidance, Mr. Yang!"
"If what's above is fake, I hope it's real; if it's real, I hope it's fake."
Yang Yi took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
If it weren't for the pre-recorded broadcast, who knows how much trouble it would have caused.
He was just about to ask Xia He to handle the public opinion when the office door was pushed open. Shen Xiao poked half his body in, looking excited, his eyes shining like two light bulbs.
"Hey Yang, how about we go enjoy the sea breeze tonight? I think it'd be so romantic!"
Yang Yi raised her head and looked at her with eyes full of concern for people with intellectual disabilities.
"Did you learn that from 'Twenty Six-Year-Old Female Tenants'?"
"No, no." Shen Xiao quickly waved her hand, her expression quite serious. "This time it's called 'Joining the Army While Pregnant and Being Pampered by a Group of Wolf Fang Soldiers.'"
Yang Yi remained silent.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He wanted to complain, but there were too many things to complain about, and he didn't know where to start.
"Wait a minute." Yang Yi rubbed her temples. "Our house is a large, single-level apartment with an ocean view. You can open the window and see the sea. At night, the wind blows from the land to the sea. What kind of sea breeze are you experiencing?"
Shen Xiao was stunned for a moment, her mouth forming an "O" shape.
"Is...is there such a saying?"
"That's common sense," Yang Yi said expressionlessly. "Did your high school geography teacher teach you PE?"
Shen Xiao lowered her head, said "oh," and drew circles on the ground with her toes, like a scolded puppy.
"Then...then I won't go."
Yang Yi sighed as she looked at her pitiful expression.
"The most important thing for you right now," he said, emphasizing each word with a heavy tone as if announcing a momentous decision, "is to uninstall the Yangshizi software."
Shen Xiao looked up at him.
"If you want to read novels, go to Dianzi. They don't have so many weird and wonderful books there."
Shen Xiao pouted, turned and walked out, but turned back at the door: "Then...then will you come with me to watch?"
"We'll see how the game is received upon release tomorrow or tonight."
Having achieved the desired result, Shen Xiao nodded and skipped off to cut a melon for Yang Yi.
A minute later, Xia He knocked on the door and came in.
After understanding the situation, he looked at Yang Yi with a look of utter despair. What kind of hot search physique did his boss have? He could generate three hot search topics just by doing a live stream.
There's no way around it; you have to do your best to support the boss you chose...
I could only stomp my foot and turn to go out and take care of my business.
Yang Yi felt a pang of sympathy when she saw Xia He's slightly tired appearance.
I wasn't this outrageous in my past life. How did I end up causing so much trouble after transmigrating? I hope I don't exhaust Palu.
It seems we should give Xia He a bigger year-end bonus this year, so she doesn't get overworked.
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Six o'clock in the evening, in Eggplant's live broadcast room.
Eggplant appeared in front of the camera right on time, and as soon as he sat down, he naturally wiped his mouth with the curtain—the movement was smooth and effortless.
Ever since experiencing the exhilarating feeling of dominating the game at Gamescom, Eggplant has been obsessed.
He often watches the replay of the best moment of the game and laughs to himself. He dreams of drawing his sword and shouts "Dragon Blade, unsheath!" so much that his wife wants to call the police.
This has led to him not having much interest in live streaming lately.
Every day is spent either farming or fighting zombies, or farming and fighting zombies.
This condition has been aptly named "Linglie Syndrome" by other streamers.
Fortunately, today is finally over.
Eggplant rubbed his hands together, beaming at the camera: "Guys, I've been waiting so long for this game!"
He paused, took a deep breath, and adjusted his mindset.
"While waiting for it, I feel like Mai is crawling all over Sakurajima!"
"My Linglie—she's about to be released from the mountains!"
The viewers in the live stream were stunned for a second upon hearing this explosive statement, and then erupted in a frenzy—
"You've got some nerve! Aren't you afraid of the moderators?!"
"What the heck is Mai crawling on Sakurajima?!"
'Moderator: What did I just hear? Let me take a screenshot first.'
Is Eggplant thinking of switching platforms?
"High-priced acquisition of Eggplant Home Curtains. Interested sellers please contact Yang Yi of Beehive Company..."
"Hahaha, you know Mr. Yang well. He didn't manage to get the 'feminine shroud' deal, so he's switched to buying secondhand curtains."
"Eggplant: I sold you the curtains I use to wipe my mouth, so what am I supposed to use?"
"Use hemp clothing."
'???'
Seeing the outrageous comments from the viewers, Eggplant really couldn't hold back anymore.
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around." He waved his hand dismissively. "Overwatch, activate!"
The icons on the screen begin to load.
Eggplant stared at the progress bar, his eyes shining, muttering to himself, "Dragon Blade unsheathed, Dragon Blade unsheathed..."
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was chanting some kind of incantation to summon a spirit.
After a simple tutorial, Eggplant stared at Genji's skin list, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth—in a physical sense.
He instinctively wiped his mouth with the curtains, but then felt it wasn't very elegant, so he reached out and pulled out a tissue from the side and wiped his mouth again.
"Guys, why do half of the skins require in-game currency?" Eggplant pointed at the screen, his voice rising eight octaves. "They won't even let me buy them with real money? Yang Yi, do you even know how to make money?!"
The comments section was filled with agreement—
"Holy crap, this time we can play all of Overwatch! My liver hurts from grinding Rainbow Six Siege, Yang Yi has really changed his ways!"
"The basic version costs 198, do you think I wouldn't give you all the characters?"
"Cheese, cheese, let's check out the ranked rewards! There are gold and diamond weapons!"
"Golden weapon?" Eggplant muttered to himself as he opened the ranking shop.
The scene before him immediately caught the eggplant's attention.
Rows of golden weapons stood there neatly arranged, gleaming.
The gleaming golden shuriken had a dazzling light swirling on its blade, making it incredibly stylish.
Eggplant swallowed.
Scroll down further—diamond weapons. They're crystal clear, and the material is on a completely different level from gold. The weapon's surface is surrounded by a light blue glow, and holding it in your hand will definitely make you look incredibly cool.
"Holy crap..." Eggplant muttered to himself, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He started mentally calculating rapidly. Ranking points, rank rewards, season settlement... As he calculated, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and finally he slapped his thigh and jumped up from his chair.
"Brothers, if we reach Master rank this season, we can exchange it for a golden weapon!" His voice trembled with excitement. "If we don't make it, we'll have to save up for at least two more seasons!"
He paused, took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly became serious.
"However, you can also try to become the champion, since the champion can directly unlock and purchase diamond weapons."
He sat back in his chair, placed his hands on the keyboard, and stared intently at the screen.
"This season, we must get a sharp diamond weapon."
Then he grinned, revealing a smug, punchable smile.
"With my abilities, wouldn't it be a piece of cake?"
The screen was filled with doubts and questions.
"You? Did you even reach Diamond rank in Rainbow Six Siege last season? What are you barking about?"
"Oh no, Eggplant really thinks his fierceness is amazing!"
Eggplant pretended not to see the comments and immediately switched to fast mode.
As expected of a fast game, it's incredibly fast—the eggplant had barely picked up its water glass, and before its lips even touched the rim, the game had already matched them successfully.
"..." Eggplant paused for a second, holding the cup, then silently put it back. "Alright, I won't drink the water, let's play a game first."
His FPS skills were already strong, and he had practiced once during Gamescom. Although his feel for the game hadn't fully returned, he was still more than capable of dominating random matches.
In one game, the opposing healer and carry were so badly targeted that their resurrection time was longer than their actual survival time.
The most outrageous thing is that he actually used the move "Dragon Descent from Heaven" that he had practiced so hard in his dream.
"Did you see that! Did you see that!" Eggplant slammed his fist on the table excitedly. "I've been thinking about this move for three days! A sword drawn from the sky—they won't even have time to react!"
The smooth controls made watching the live stream comments a real treat.
"That move was really cool."
"The moment he drew his sword, the opposing carry looked around but couldn't find Ling Lie anywhere, and had no idea how to counter him."
"Looks like my obsession with eggplant wasn't for nothing; it really worked!"
Eggplant's eyes were fixed on the screen.
The game ended, and rousing orchestral music filled the air. In the best play of the night, Eggplant, controlling Genji, leaped down from a great height, unsheathed his Dragonblade, and secured a triple kill—clean, crisp, and fluid.
He looked at his own heroic figure on the screen, his face glowing, and his mouth stretched to his ears.
"Brothers, putting everything else aside," Eggplant took a deep breath, "in this game, getting the MVP award is more satisfying than shooting."
The barrage of comments exploded instantly—
"What kind of metaphor is this?"
'Moderator: What did I just hear? Warning issued to the live stream.'
"Eggplant, you're going to be carried away."
Mr. Yang: I'm making games, not pornography.
Eggplant remained unfazed and continued: "And the MVP in other games is just so-so. You forget about it as soon as you get it, you don't feel anything at all."
Look at this—it can replay, take screenshots, and post to WeChat Moments. One time isn't enough; you can enjoy it repeatedly.
He replayed it again as he spoke, his eyes squinting.
"The swarm, or rather Yang Yi, has a world-class grasp of 'pleasure'."
The comments were unusually unanimous for once.
That's true.
"This design is the best of the night; it's truly brilliant."
"I even thought about making it into a QR code to put on my tombstone someday!"
Eggplant suddenly changed the subject and started praising his favorite hero:
"And with that incredible mobility, I really can't think of any hero that can stop him. He can cut, run, and bounce off targets; he can double jump and climb walls, appearing from unexpected places. He hits and runs, and you can't catch him."
"He's simply the perfect hero."
He played exceptionally well once again. Ling Lie flew across the battlefield, cutting down anyone in his path. His sword seemed to have a GPS navigator, and he consistently ranked first in kills.
He was quite pleased with himself after the game, thinking he was sure he would get the MVP award—but then the screen lit up and the MVP award went to his teammate.
A grim reaper.
A Grim Reaper who was invisible for 90% of the time.
Eggplant paused for a moment, just about to spew something, when the video started playing a replay—and then he shut up.
On the screen, the battle was fierce. The payload was stuck in the last few meters, all five enemy players were pinned against the payload, and three of their own players were down, leaving only Reaper and another teammate with low health. Just when everyone thought the game was over, Reaper descended from the sky.
"die die die——"
The ultimate skill landed, unleashing a storm of bullets. Pentakill.
Clean and efficient, leaving no one behind. The car started moving forward; they won.
After watching the replay, Eggplant was silent for three seconds. Then he slapped his thigh, his voice filled with a tone of utter conviction:
"Don't be fooled by Death's invisibility throughout the game; in the final wave—that's what you call turning the tide and saving the day."
He paused, watching the replay of Death landing and spinning, and exclaimed sincerely, "That move was so cool, even I thought it was awesome."
Bullet comments—
"Rescue your teammates from dire straits—don't ask how they got there."
"Grim Reaper: I was AFK earlier to build up energy, understand?"
"Stealth for the entire game, unleash your ultimate for five seconds, and you're MVP. That's the mindset of a Death Knight player."
"Eggplant: I played the whole game and he got the MVP? ...Okay, he was definitely cool."
"It seems that as long as the timing is right, it's really easy for Death to get the Player of the Match award."
"After all, you only need to use your ultimate skill once to get MVP."
"Bleach players are giving it a thumbs up."
Eggplant looked at the comments and shook his head, both amused and exasperated: "Don't be sour, that play was really good. If I were on the other side, I would have smashed my keyboard."
The third game followed immediately.
The water he hadn't gotten a sip of had been completely forgotten by Eggplant; he didn't even glance at it. His mind was filled with only one thought: to continue his relentless assault on the other side.
Then the opponent pulled out Winston.
A gorilla.
A gorilla specifically watching his electricity.
Throughout the entire game, wherever Eggplant went, Winston jumped in. The spherical shield was placed on the ground, blocking all of Genji's shuriken, which bounced off the ground like rain.
Eggplant tried to run, but the gorilla leaped after it and kept electrifying it. A constant buzzing sound filled the headphones, and Eggplant felt its hair standing on end.
After finally managing to gather the Dragon Blade, and seeing that he was about to kill the gorilla with one or two slashes—that thing let out a "roar" and activated its ultimate attack, instantly causing its health bar to surge, and its two large hands began to frantically thrash.
Ling Lie was slapped around like a billiard ball.
Zero effect.
After playing the entire game, Eggplant didn't get a single kill or even a few assists.
When the results screen appeared, he stared at his appalling stats for two seconds, then burst out laughing in exasperation.
He took off his headphones, finally remembered the glass of water that had been neglected for so long, picked it up and took a big gulp.
"Guys," he put down his cup, a look of utter disbelief on his face, "what the hell is Winston anyway?"
He started counting on his fingers:
"Weapon auto-tracking—I was frantically climbing the wall, and he was standing below, raising his hand, and the electricity just followed me without even aiming."
"The spherical shield can block my darts—they all hit his shield, not a single one hit him."
"I was about to run away when he leaped up and caught up, continuing to shock me. That leap covered a greater distance than my thrust attack—does that make sense?"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice rose in pitch.
"I finally managed to build up my ultimate move, and I was about to kill Winston—when he unleashed his ultimate with a 'whoosh,' his health bar grew longer, and his two big hands started to pry at me."
I was flying in the sky, unable to come down, and then I couldn't even get a proper cut. After he finished rummaging through me, he even patted my stomach.
Eggplant took a deep breath, covered its head with its hands, and let out the most miserable scream of the night:
"He's so disgusting!!!"
The comments section was filled with laughter—
Winston: I heard you're the perfect hero?
"Auto-aim, jump, pull, pat belly. Winston player: Our controls are super simple."
Eggplant: I practiced Dragon Descent for half a month in my dreams. Winston: I press E, then Q.
"That's a classic case of one thing subduing another."
"Our Winston players are amazing!"