"Sigh, my IG PUBG team really isn''t doing well. They can''t even qualify for the world tournament. I''m thinking of recing them all next year," the principal sighed.
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His two favorite games were LOL and PUBG.
LOL made him proud by winning the world championship.
But when it came to PUBG, his team was like idiots, unable to even qualify.
This was something the proud and ambitious principal could not ept.
"Ming God, are you interested in switching teams? Name your sry," the principal immediately tried to poach from 4AM.
The 4AM manager watching the stream felt a jolt—"name your sry" was definitely the style of the son of the richest man. Who knows if Jiang Siming would be tempted by the offer?
But Jiang Siming didn''t ask about the sry limit or whether he would agree. He just casually replied, "I''m a man you can''t have."Pff~
Everyone burst intoughter, and even the principal quicklyughed and cursed, "Who the hell wants you as a man? I want your skills!"
"Still no deal."
"Fine, I didn''t want you anyway."
"Alright, let''s just y the game."
Everyone realized Jiang Siming was cleverly dodging the topic by joking around. What a sly move!
As the ne took off, Cheng He''s mic was open on all-team voice chat, and the YY was on auto-speak, so they could hear the other yers on the ne.
"4AM rocks!"
"World champions are awesome!"
"Today, I''m Ming God, I''ll crush your heads!"
"I''ve been practicing Ming God''s instant sniper shots. Once I master it, you''re all dead!"
"Before every drop, I chant: ''Ming God rocks! Divine power upon me!''"
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These weren''t stream followers; they didn''t even know they were queued with Jiang Siming.
This was the "trending style" in the Asia server right now—every game you''d hear people shouting "4AM rocks."
Clearly, the championship hype hadn''t died down yet; it was still a hot topic of conversation.
Even foreign servers were affected by the championship fever, though abroad they rarely discussed 4AM—they only talked about Jiang Siming.
A championship teames along every year, but Ming might be a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon.
Jiang Siming''s personal highlight reels from the tournaments had amassed terrifying view counts in the tens of millions on foreign gaming video sites, dominating all the leaderboards.
Total poprity rankings, total views, total favorites, total shares, and totalments.
He ranked first in all of them!
This highlight reel, in the eyes of foreign yers, represented the pinnacle of PUBG gamey.@@novelbin@@
It had be the go-to source for PUBG yers worldwide to study top-tier skills, which exined its extraordinary video stats.
"Man, that''s incredible. When will someone shout ''Cheng He rocks'' on a ne like that?" Cheng He said, enviously.
He felt that even as a big celebrity, he might not have as much poprity as Jiang Siming at the moment.
It wasn''t just his poprity in gaming; Jiang Siming''s three songs were also exploding in the entertainment industry.
Especially after the release of "Luzhou Moon," Jiang Siming had gained a considerable number of music fans.
On various music tforms, all three of Jiang Siming''s songs were on the hot search and new song charts.
"Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles" and "One Person''s Paris" were ranked around ninth and tenth.
But "Luzhou Moon" was ranked first everywhere! Insane!
"My dream is to pull off some sick y and have people use me of cheating. That would be enough to make me happy," Lin Dog joked.
"Ming God, mark a spot, don''t pay attention to these two delusional guys," the principal didn''t want to waste time chatting and was eager to get on with the game.
Jiang Siming casually marked a spot, and the four flew toward it.
"Damn! Two squads!" Lin Dog instantly chickened out.
The principal angrily cursed, "What the hell are you scared of? Not even the world champion can save your cowardice! You''re always like this in every game."
Lin Dog chuckled but wasn''t upset. He and the principal had that kind of rtionship—good buddies who could curse at each other freely.
"No way, I''m sticking with Ming God. If I follow him, I won''t die," Cheng He dered, sounding like he knew what he was doing.
It was true. Including the principal and Lin Dog, they all decided not to go anywhere else but to follow Jiang Siming closely.
"With a world champion leading the way, how could you not follow closely behind? Are you thinking about going solo? What are you thinking!"
Jiang Simingnded quickly, picked up the G36C, a weapon unique to the snowy map, and walked out, while the others were still parachuting in the sky.
Aiming at the sky, he calmly stood on the ground and started shooting.
Tat-tat-tat.
The sound of the G36C assault rifle was a bit like the engine of an old bus—hoarse and low, but it sounded great.
With one burst of shots, a team and a half of enemies fell from the sky.
The audience was thrilled, the familiar Ming God, ying his bird-shooting game!
You never saw this in world tournaments, because no one would dare tond in the same spot as Jiang Siming.
There were still two enemies left, but they were too far away, and Jiang Siming didn''t bother to chase them.
Afternding, Cheng He and the other two saw the six fallen yers on the ground. They were so excited they didn''t even want to pick up guns; instead, they ran over to punch the enemies to finish them off.
Even though they didn''t get the kills, the feeling ofnding and being able to finish off yers was just too satisfying.
Honestly, they might not even kill this many people in a whole day of gaming, so they wanted to savor the moment!
"Lin Dog, don''t you dare finish them all off! Leave two for me!" The principal had only managed to finish off one and was furious.
Lin Dog didn''t care; after finishing off the enemies, he ran to the buildings to loot, leaving the principal both angry and amused. Swearing under his breath, he followed to search for equipment.
Because these three big personalities were so down-to-earth, the game was filled with funny moments.
The audience watched Jiang Siming''s godly ys while also enjoying the banter and love-hate rtionship between Lin Dog, the principal, and Cheng He. The live stream was fantastic!
Out of the six loot boxes, there was only one white fragment left on the ground.
"Picked up [Snowfield Tracking Skill] White Fragment *1 (1/1), fragment countplete, ready for immediate use."
Sigh, he missed the London tournament. If this were a tournament, at least three of those boxes would have given him fragments, and all of them would have been good stuff.
But better than nothing, Jiang Siming picked it up and returned to the buildings to continue looting.
The four of them started chatting casually, not paying any attention to the two remaining yers in the area.
"Ming God, what about the song coboration with J I mentionedst time? Are you going to ept it or not? J really appreciates you," the principal asked.
"It would be an honor to coborate with J, but I don''t have any suitable songs for him at the moment. If Ie up with something that fits, I''ll contact him first."
"Alright, no problem," the principal understood immediately and decisively dropped the subject.
Many viewers were confused, unsure what Jiang Siming''s words meant.
It wasn''t that Jiang Siming didn''t want to coborate with J. After all, who was J? He was a legend in the Chinese music scene, known as the ''walking CD,'' the prince of love songs, and the youth of a generation.
Being approached for a song by J was, of course, something that made Jiang Siming happy.
But since J was using the principal to ry the message, it wasn''t clear if that was his true intention.
Besides, if J really wanted to coborate, it wouldn''t be hard for someone of his status to get Jiang Siming''s contact information.
But JJ hadn''t done that, and Jiang Siming hadn''t received any direct calls from him.