Picking Up Fragments

Time slowly passed, and the participating anchors arrived one after another.

The hosts had also arrived. This time, for the competition, two popular female hosts from League of Legends, Yu Shuang and Rita, were invited.

After all, they weren't commentators; the two beauties were solely responsible for hosting, and there wouldn't be any issues about the difference between gaming and professionalism.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends of the audience, the second Strongest Anchor Contest is about to begin in fifteen minutes. All 100 anchors are basically present. Let's quietly await today's battle for the strongest anchor!"

"That's right. The Strongest Anchor Contest today consists of three rounds. The scores from each round will be added up. Killing one person scores 30 points, a 'chicken dinner' scores 200 points. The person with the highest total score will win the title of the Strongest Anchor."

"Wow, Shuang Shuang, killing scores are so high in this round of the contest?"

"Yes, in this Strongest Anchor contest, if you kill more than six people, it's already equivalent to a 'chicken dinner,' so anchors, killing is the key."

The two female hosts were introducing the rules while checking the competition time.

There were only ten minutes left until the start of the competition.

In the Douyu live broadcast room, a large group of anxious fans were still eagerly waiting.

"Why hasn't Ming God arrived yet?"

"Being late should disqualify him from the competition!"

"Could it be that he's too ugly to show up?"

"Is this the 'Sniping God' you guys hyped? He can't even play in offline matches?"

"The upstairs is my pet dog. Please don't mind it."

Because the competition was about to start, Jiang Siming hadn't appeared yet, inevitably inviting criticism from some people.

The anxious Dumb Little Sister and Tuantuan in the venue also went to communicate with the referees, explaining Jiang Siming's situation of being stuck in traffic.

However, the rules of the competition were very strict, and the referees did not consider such reasons.

In fact, in events jointly held by multiple platforms, other platforms would rather your platform's anchors encounter problems and not show up. This way, they'd have one less competitor.

"What should we do? Little Ming hasn't arrived yet." Tuantuan was so anxious that she couldn't even sit still. If it weren't for Dumb Little Sister holding her back, she would have gone out to look for him.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Didn't Little Ming say that his route had a traffic accident, but it's been cleared, so he should be here soon."

After Dumb Little Sister finished speaking, a figure walked in through the entrance.

"The last one to arrive at the scene is Ming, a new member from the Douyu platform and also 4am! Ming is quite courageous, making it here against the odds."

Yu Shuang teased with a smile, then turned to look at Jiang Siming.

The lights on the scene were just in time, focusing on Jiang Siming. With more than ten cameras aimed at him, Jiang Siming had 'no escape' and revealed his true appearance, just like his voice.

Under the spotlight, Jiang Siming was just like his voice.

Once you make contact, it leaves a deep impression in the other person's heart, impossible to forget.

At the live venue, hundreds of anchors and the two female hosts nearby all felt like they were at the wrong event.

Hey! Is this the esports venue?

Why does it feel like being at a concert of some idol star?

Why is there such an 'out-of-place' person here?

Can someone explain this?

Jiang Siming's appearance undoubtedly added the hottest spark to the competition that had not yet begun!

The Douyu platform went completely crazy.

"If this isn't the real deal, I refuse to believe that this is a professional gamer, Zhao Ritian!"

"Handsome, handsome, handsome! Ming God, you've amazed me!"

"Wow, looking this good, playing games so skillfully, with such a melodious voice, is it even fair?"

"I swear, from now on, Ming God is my husband! Peng Yuyan, I'm leaving you!"

"Han Geng, I'm sorry, I've changed my mind."

"Wu Yifan, you can go back to Canada and hang out with your cannon, I've found a new love!"

Jiang Siming's appearance has successfully attracted a swarm of female fans.

The viewer count in his live stream was skyrocketing. His fan count, initially at 180,000, was rapidly increasing at nearly a hundred per second, despite Jiang Siming being unaware of it.

Jiang Siming approached the two hosts, Yu Shuang and Rita, and asked, "Excuse me, where is my seat?"

Yu Shuang, who reacted first, blushed and checked the list, then said to Jiang Siming, "You're in seat 32."

"Thank you."

After expressing his gratitude, Jiang Siming left and went straight to find his seat.

Yu Shuang lightly nudged Rita with her elbow, saying, "Why did you become tongue-tied just now?"

Rita, embarrassed, rolled her eyes and replied, "Mind your own business."

"Looks like you're smitten with him," Yu Shuang chuckled.

"You're the one smitten! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll shut you up!"

As Jiang Siming sat in seat 32, the person next to him looked familiar. It was none other than the renowned instructor, Dasima.

"Ming God, hi! I really admire your Chicken Dinner skills. If there's a chance, could you duo with me, little bro?"

Faced with Dasima's initiative, Jiang Siming graciously agreed, smiling in response.

"Quickly set up your peripherals, the match is about to start," Dasima kindly reminded him.

Jiang Siming nodded, taking out the keyboard and mouse he brought with him. Originally, he didn't intend to, but Weishen told him that the on-site mouse wasn't usually great.

After setting up his peripherals, Jiang Siming logged into the game. A referee came over to check Jiang Siming's computer for any prohibited electronic plugins.

In a previous CS:GO match, an Indian player brought a cheating USB drive, sneaked it in while nobody was watching, and started performing all sorts of miraculous headshots and quick scopes. When discovered, this Indian player tried to delete those plugins with his super-fast hands, but they were still found in the recycle bin.

Even though the technology for detecting FPS cheats is advanced, if someone is really cheating, the game's system can surely detect it.

However, many referees and inspectors were patrolling the venue to prevent anyone from taking risks and creating such scandals, which would be very unfair to other players.

After checking Jiang Siming's computer and confirming no issues, there were five minutes left until the match started.

"Brother Ming, Brother Ming~"

A familiar voice reached Jiang Siming from a distance. Turning around, he saw Dumb Little Sister sitting a bit far away, smiling and waving at him.

It was Jiang Siming's first time seeing the real-life version of Dumb Little Sister, who looked just like she did on her livestreams. The only difference might be the absence of restrictions in reality. Her smile was bright, and her makeup was nice. In short, except for having a slightly smaller chest, everything was perfect.

Jiang Siming smiled back at her and said, "Hello there, Dumb Dumb."

Dumb Little Sister was overwhelmed by Jiang Siming's smile, but this sweetness made her unable to resist.

On the other side, Tuantuan naturally noticed it too. Initially hesitant to greet Jiang Siming, now it seemed like she had to.

"Little Brother Ming~ Little Brother Ming~ Guess who I am?"

Jiang Siming turned his head and saw another beauty waving at him, not inferior to Dumb Little Sister. Although they had never met, her voice revealed her identity.

"Hello, Tuantuan. You look just as beautiful as I imagined," praised Jiang Siming.

Tuantuan blushed shyly but couldn't hide the smile that crept up on her face.

"Brother Ming, you didn't compliment my beauty. I'm upset now," Dumb Little Sister said in a 'jealous' tone.

"Do I need to say you're beautiful? I thought you already knew that about yourself."

With a casual sentence, Jiang Siming easily resolved the situation. Dumb Little Sister was then more delighted than Tuantuan, laughing as if she were a little silly.