Where is my Diaochan!

"Guhihi~~"

In an apartment complex in the Canglong District of Jianye, Su Mengyao had just finished making cosplay accessories and was now scrutinizing Li Jie’s news photos on her computer. After meticulous investigation and analysis, she concluded that the “Lord Fengxian” was studying at a university somewhere in Canglong District. She’d deduced this because “Lord Fengxian” had taken a “Cao the Usurper” ride, and the advertisement on the car clearly showed Canglong District.

"Lord Fengxian~~"

Su Mengyao couldn’t help but squeal with delight, covering her face with her hands, before she continued lurking in Li Jie’s Weibo, combing through every clue she could find.

She left no stone unturned, even digging up comments from years ago. Among them was a post about Li Jie being utterly defeated in “League of Kings” and seeking help from a “hater” who was a top player.

"Hmm?"

Following the trail of IDs, Su Mengyao discovered one called “Did Your Mom Make You Sing Today,” a national rank “Yuan Shao” player who had teamed up with Li Jie for “sweet duo queues” half a year ago.

Seeing this, Su Mengyao clenched her delicate fists: “Lord Fengxian is mine!”

Holding her breath, she saw that “Brother Bi” was a wiry young man. Only then did she breathe easier, muttering softly, “You’d better not be into guys.”

Ding!

“Brother Bi” was in the middle of a heated argument on Weibo when he received a private message inquiring about the price for boosting a national-ranked “Jia Nanfeng.”

“Five thousand for minor rank, ten thousand for major. Not negotiable.”

“Alright… I’ll go with the minor rank. Should I add you as a friend?”

“Sure.”

After sparring with his online rivals for three hundred rounds, “Brother Bi” immediately called it quits: “You bunch of little trolls, go play in the mud. I’m off to make money.”

After adding Su Mengyao as a friend, he was about to get to work, but then the client with the ID “Shake Shake Shake” requested a duo queue to see his skills.

He logged into his main account and pulled Su Mengyao in for a match.

There was no wasted time; they were ahead by a thousand gold in five minutes, took the high ground at seven and a half, and shattered the crystal at eight and a half—a dazzling display of professional-level gameplay.

And then “Brother Bi” realized he’d been blocked…

“What the hell?!”

Utterly baffled, “Brother Bi” began to question his very existence. What on earth just happened?!

Meanwhile, Su Mengyao was searching through “Brother Bi’s” past match records, looking at duo, trio, and five-man queue games. From these, she discovered someone with the ID “Home to Twelve Mamas,” who appeared in every match.

She then dug up news from ten years ago, back when Li Jie was a rosy-cheeked boy often featured as the “Orphanage Prodigy.” Su Mengyao even found an old digital article from the Yangtze Evening News, dated May, ten years ago—Mother’s Day.

The report contained a line: Although our little Li Jie grew up in an orphanage, he has never lacked love—he’s had twelve mothers constantly by his side…

“Guhihi~~ Found it!”

Su Mengyao was so excited she shook her head and chest, tossing her bothersome bra onto the bed behind her.

“So this is ‘Lord Fengxian’…”

Holding her face in her hands, Su Mengyao was utterly delighted. She really was a clever little fox.

At that moment, Li Jie was in his dorm, launching a game of “League of Kings.” Climbing the ranks solo felt like torture, and though he’d managed to rank up, seeing his hopeless teammates rise with him left him feeling miserable. Helpless, he shamelessly sought out his “hater” friend.

“Brother Guo, duo queue?”

“Queue your dad, get lost.”

“Crab Bro, are you even managing your Weibo anymore?”

“Why bother? Might as well ride this wave of traffic.”

“Damn, Crab Bro, that’s a dangerous way to think. I have to seriously criticize you!”

“Get lost. I’ve been out of the game for three years. Now that I’m finally making it big, how else am I supposed to survive?”

“You’ll make over a hundred grand this time, right?”

“Bullshit. I’m not quitting until I make at least a million!”

Li Jie bragged in the “Hater Group” that he was aiming for a hundred million, and with it, twelve girlfriends.

Such had been his grand ambition for years.

“Crab Bro, let’s be honest—besides your steady royalty income and a physique like a Greek statue, not to mention looks rivaling ours, what else do you have? Really, what else?!”

“Enough, enough, Brother Bi, I beg you, stop. Insult me all you want, but don’t praise me like that—it really gets to me…”

It wasn’t Li Jie speaking, but “Brother Guo.”

“Honestly, if I had Crab Bro’s qualities, I’d conquer all of Japan!”

“Look at you, no ambition at all…”

After their round of mutual mockery, Li Jie saw no one would carry him, so he decided to play one more match before checking today’s “Gourd Hero” merchandise sales.

But just as he exited the game lobby, he noticed someone with the ID “Shake Shake Shake” had joined his room, sending a message: Are you a top player? I just watched a match in ‘Expert Spectate’—was that you?

“That’s right, I’m a top player,” Li Jie replied immediately. “I’ve got several heroes at national rank, all played by myself—never hired a pro.”

“Could big brother carry me for a match? I’m just three stars away from King rank—ten yuan per star, is that okay?”

“Hey, no need for that. No charge. It’s all about having fun. Shall we start now?”

Li Jie figured he had nothing better to do. What was so hard about playing a Diamond-level match, anyway?

He hesitated for a moment after entering, but when his partner picked a tank for the side lane, he immediately selected “Lu Bu.”

“Where is my Diao Chan?!”

Li Jie exclaimed, simultaneously lowering the dorm air conditioner by a degree.

Ding.

“Shake Shake Shake” picked “Diao Chan.”

Whoa.

This little sister knew what she was doing.

The whole point of “sweet duo queue” was, after all, the sweetness. The girl’s voice was lovely when she spoke on mic—Li Jie loved carrying girls to higher ranks. Even if the matches were tough, the emotional payoff was more than worth it.

But after four minutes, Li Jie realized this girl was actually quite good...

“You play a mean Diao Chan. How come you’re not already King rank?”

“I only play mid or support, big brother. When I solo queue, I always have to fill other roles.”

That “big brother” sent a chill down Li Jie’s spine. Wow, that was a little thrilling.

Crab Bro instantly went from a raw crab to a cooked one, all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Sigh, the King rank environment gets worse every day. But it’s fine, this game is in the bag—guaranteed win. Watch my position, watch my position—I’m about to ult! Prepare to meet your king—!”

With a perfect “flash-ult,” “Diao Chan” baited two enemies; as she drew their focus, Li Jie landed right in the middle, two quick slashes taking down the opposing mid-laner. With his “bloodthirsty flash,” he was so pumped he couldn’t help but shout.

“Sis, you’re great at baiting. That was huge—let’s keep up the momentum!”

Riding the high, Li Jie pushed to the high ground in seven minutes, and after smashing the mid-lane turret, he shouted in excitement, “Where is my Diao Chan—”

“I’m right here, big brother.”

“Hehe~~”

Li Jie couldn’t help but flash a sly, delighted grin.

This girl really knew how to please.