Only the faint sound of a cat meowing and the rhythmic tapping of keys could be heard from Seven’s side. After a moment, his voice came through the small mic icon.Â
“You pick first.”
Clearly, he wasn’t speaking to Chen Che or Wen An.
CHI seemed to hesitate for a moment before his icon lit up.
“Can I pick Yan?”
Yan was the fire-wielding male mage Seven had just played—tall, handsome, and undeniably cool. The only downside? He was hard to land hits with unless your timing and aim were spot-on.
Seven gave a soft “Mm.” Once CHI locked in Yan, Seven picked the support champion Little Sprite, which offered bonus synergy when paired with a mage—essentially, a mage’s best companion.
That, however, left the marksman without support.
Chen Che glanced down at the marksman he’d just hastily selected.Â
“……”
CHI clearly wasn’t completely at ease. His voice was low, but even after just a few words, you could tell—clear and pleasant, with a tone that sounded like he could be a total heartthrob.
As the match began, a bit of chatter picked up among the group. Chen Che quickly noticed—CHI sounded completely normal when talking to everyone else, but whenever he spoke to Qi-ge, his voice went noticeably softer.
That hint of admiration in his tone couldn’t have been more obvious.
Trying to show off, Chen Che charged aggressively down the bottom lane, slaughtering opponents left and right—one kill, two kills, three kills. But when he glanced back toward mid-lane, all he saw was Little Sprite perched leisurely on the mage’s shoulder, the two of them calmly clearing minions like a couple basking in their tranquil domestic bliss. The battlefield may as well not have existed.
“……”
He knew Qi-ge’s playstyle inside and out—always fierce, always flashy. This slow, beginner-friendly lane-clear pace? Practically unheard of.
“Need a hand?” Chen Che offered, clearly trying to flaunt himself.
Before CHI could answer, a cool voice cut in.Â
“Aren’t your minions piling up?”
Chen Che spun around—fuck! The enemy creeps were already hammering away at his turret, half its HP gone. He frantically dashed back to defend the lane.
Chi Zhan, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Just the fact that Seven was supporting him made him feel like he was floating in a euphoric daze. And the longer he played, the smoother he got—every time he cast a fire ring, just as the enemy was about to flee, Little Sprite would flick her tail and freeze them in place, making escape impossible.
Chi Zhan also noticed that Little Sprite only used her abilities at the last second—right when the enemy was just about to escape the fire ring. As if she was toying with them, letting them run a few extra steps with hope still in their hearts… only to cruelly yank it away. Just like a cat playing with a mouse.
Yup. Classic Seven style.
Deliberately provoking the enemy, riling them up. And sure enough, the enemy team lost it. Enraged, they all ganged up on mid-lane, charging in like a pack of rabid dogs. Chi Zhan was momentarily startled and was about to retreat when Seven said calmly, “You can take them.”
His voice was quiet, but there was an undeniable confidence behind it.
Chi Zhan didn’t fall back. He unleashed his ult, and every single enemy that stepped into its radius was promptly frozen by Little Sprite.
Triple kill.
Like a dream.
Chen Che looked like he’d seen a ghost.Â
“I’ve never seen Qi-ge play support before—let alone play it this well! I’m actually a little jealous of CHI, what the hell?!”
“It’s fanservice,” Wen An said matter-of-factly. “Of course he’s going to treat a fan better. Don’t you game with your fans all the time?”
“That’s different…” Chen Che muttered. “This is the first time Qi-ge’s ever pulled a fan into a match, right? It’s so unlike him… Are we sure he wasn’t hacked or something?”
Wen An flicked his forehead.Â
“You think just anyone could support like that?”
The average viewer might not see it, but they could. Every single ability was timed to perfection, zero resources wasted. He entered team fights with flawless judgment and walked out untouched. That level of control? One in ten thousand.
“Rich little bro wasn’t bad either! That hero’s crazy hard to use! With some proper training, he could go pro!” Chen Che exclaimed excitedly, then messaged Qi Song, “Qi-ge, that fan—he’s the one who said you were fast, right? Hahahahaha! Why didn’t you use this chance to show off a little?!”
Qi Song, as usual, responded with a single period.
“……”
Right. Qi-ge was just that cold and ruthless. You got used to it.
Meanwhile, Seven had already ended the stream, though the live chat was still flying.
[Seven’s so gentle with fans, I’m gonna cry.]
[First time seeing God Qi play support! Turns out that cold bastard can be thoughtful!]
[Don’t turn off the chat! Why’s it over already?! I wanted more!]
Just as Chi Zhan was about to close the game, several friend requests popped up.
They were from WT team members who had just played with him.
WT-Che: Buddy, what did you think of Seven’s performance?
CHI: He was incredible.
WT-Che: Compared to me?
CHI: Sorry… I wasn’t really paying attention…
Chen Che scoffed, took a screenshot, and sent it to Qi Song.Â
“Qi-ge, why are your fans just as ruthless as you?!”
Qi Song’s reply? Another period.
Peak sarcasm.
Wen An shook his head with a tsk.Â
“If you think you can steal fans from Qi Song, keep dreaming for another ten years.”
“……”
After ending the stream, Qi Song didn’t log off right away. Instead, he opened his private chat with CHI.
He typed out a line of text.
Paused.
Then slowly deleted it.
***
Chen Che was clearly a chatterbox. Even after Chi Zhan had flatlined the conversation, he kept going.
“You’re not bad at this game. How long have you been playing?”
Chi Zhan was just about to reply “a month,” but suddenly paused.
Something didn’t feel right.
This was his first time playing the game—he’d never touched it before. And yet there had been no learning curve, no unfamiliarity. He’d jumped in and known exactly what to do. The mechanics and rules were practically hardwired into his brain.
The System gave NPCs a simple backstory, but when Chi Zhan tried to recall his own, he came up blank. His memory began from the moment he received an offer from Zhou Rui Group and reported in on his first day.
No school history. No prior work experience. Just instant familiarity with the job, as if he were born for it.
Now that he thought about it… that was pretty strange.
