“You know, your smurf account is well-known among professional players. Just check the group, they’re about to laugh themselves to death.”
“How old are you this year?”
“I didn’t know you were this much of a drama queen.”

Kuang Ye thought he had let his guard down. He explained to the manager:
“I’m not in a relationship.”
The manager’s face darkened.
“So, you’re sleeping with fans?”
Kuang Ye widened his eyes. “You really think I’m that kind of person?”

In any circle, if you sleep with your fans, you’re bound to be publicly shamed, nailed to a pillar of shame, and repeatedly whipped with a barbed lash. The manager’s expression grew even harsher, gritting his teeth:
“I don’t want to believe that, so give me a reasonable explanation.”

Kuang Ye ran a hand through his hair.
“It’s not a relationship, and I’m not sleeping with fans. It’s someone from my family.”
The manager’s expression softened. “Really?”
Kuang Ye nodded.
The manager finally seemed relieved and then warned him:
“It’s not that I’m forbidding relationships, but if you do have one, you need to tell me. I’ll have PR prepare for it.”
“And don’t forget, if you’re caught sleeping with fans, you’re banned for life. Don’t forget how hard you’ve worked to get here.”

Kuang Ye waved him off nonchalantly. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

After the manager left, Kuang Ye went to the training area. As soon as he opened his computer, several teammates started making teasing gestures.
In unison, they said,
“I’ll make up for the economy she gave away, double it back—shut up, got it?”

Kuang Ye sighed, “…Get online. Let’s solo if you’re so brave.”
The team’s support player, Xu Yijin, who was already 25 years old, waved his hand.
“Forget it, the jungler and support solo? You’re really shameless to suggest that.”
Shen Le turned around. “I just remembered I haven’t had breakfast.”
Other teammates quickly made excuses to leave.
Ridiculous—facing the current number one jungler in LPL in a solo match? It would be embarrassing to cry in front of everyone so early in the morning.

—

Mu Wan slept until late morning, and by the time she woke up, her parents had already gone to work. She had a simple breakfast. When she looked over at the coffee table in the living room, she noticed an invitation card.
Confused, she asked the female housekeeper, “Zhang, who brought this invitation?”
Zhang Hui replied, “It’s from the Yuan family. Next month is Miss Yuan’s birthday.”
Mu Wan furrowed her brow.
Yuan Weiwei’s birthday? The Yuan family was a business partner of the Mu family, and because of the overlap in their social circles, Mu Wan had met Yuan Weiwei many times, but she didn’t like her.

It wasn’t just that. Yuan Weiwei liked Kuang Shuyu. In the past, when they bumped into each other because of her engagement with Kuang Shuyu, Yuan Weiwei would inevitably cause trouble, making Mu Wan frustrated. She hadn’t attended her birthday party in her past life, and she certainly wasn’t going to go in this life. She tossed the invitation aside.

Just as Mu Wan was about to move on, something suddenly crossed her mind, and her expression darkened. In her previous life, hadn’t Kuang Xingran mentioned that at Yuan Weiwei’s birthday party, Kuang Ye had gotten into a conflict with someone and had injured his hand… That was Kuang Ye’s hand—the one he used to play games.

Mu Wan immediately clenched her fist. No. She had to go to that party!

After returning to her room, Mu Wan became more and more frustrated.

Normally, an injury to the hand would affect daily life, and for someone like Kuang Ye, an esports player, it would be even more serious. In her past life, Mu Wan had paid very little attention to Kuang Ye, so she wasn’t sure whether he had been able to continue participating in competitions after injuring his hand. But this time, she was determined to protect this poor guy.

—

Mu Wan opened the game, ready to rank up. However, her level was too low to play with Kuang Ye, so she could only play normal matches. As soon as she logged in, she was shocked by the number of friend requests she had. So many people were adding her as a game friend! She randomly accepted one and asked the person why they added her. The person sent her a link.

The title read: “Heroworld Today’s Opinion: Watch the Proper Way to Carry a Girl!”

When she clicked the link, it was a compilation of the games she had played with Kuang Ye last night. It started with that infamous line from Kuang Ye in huge, exaggerated font:
“I’ll make up for the economy she gave away, double it back—shut up, got it?”
The word “Shut Up, Got it?” took up the entire screen. After that, it showed clips from their matches, where Mu Wan was killed, and Kuang Ye immediately got a double kill within ten seconds. The barrage of comments flooded the screen.

“Kneeling down, kneeling down. If this is the type of jungler that carries a girl, why do I need to pretend to be a princess from Zuan?”
“I matched with them yesterday. I was in the opposing lane, and that jungler was insane. My support and I were either getting ganked or on our way to getting ganked. And the funny thing was, my support was a tank. I was wondering, does this guy have such a heavy killing instinct?”
“Give me this kind of jungler, I’ll carry her.”
“If only Mu Wan was my friend, I could hitch a ride on the jungler’s win streak, feeling good.”
“Mu Wan seems like a beginner. I could tell from the first few games, she was obviously a noob. But she improved a lot after that.”

Mu Wan: “…”

The friend she had just added sent her a message:
“I’ll give you a skin if you carry me up in rank?”
Mu Wan: “…”
Mu Wan: “I’m still in Black Iron. I can’t carry.”

This time, the person on the other end fell silent. After a while, they replied:
“Then let me carry you. Since we’ve added each other. But I’m a streamer, hope that’s okay?”

Mu Wan thought the person seemed pretty nice, so she replied, “I don’t mind, thank you.”

—

On the other side of the screen, in one of the countless live streams on Xingchen, the host, O Lan, sat in an esports chair in a hoodie chatting with his audience.
“I’ve gotten used to high-level matches, so it’s time to fish for some easy games to get my hands back in shape.”
“Go ahead, carry? They have a jungler king backing them up. What do you have? I’m just trying to get closer to Mu Wan, so I can latch onto her in the future.”
“Don’t misunderstand, I’m just a climbing machine with no emotional attachment, not here to steal anyone’s girl.”
“Wait, I’ll switch accounts. I can’t queue with this one, my rank is too high.”

As he spoke, he noticed the number of viewers steadily rising, and he breathed a small sigh of relief. It seemed like today’s stats were looking good. O Lan had only recently signed with Xingchen as a game streamer. His gameplay was excellent, and his numbers had always been good, but recently, for some unknown reason, he kept matching with trolls in ranked games, and his performance had been disastrous. He really didn’t know what to do, so he decided to give the “carry girl” strategy a try after seeing that video of a pro doing it. He figured he could at least ride the wave of popularity and make enough money to cover his sister’s chemotherapy for the month.

O Lan quickly carried Mu Wan from Black Iron to Gold, and the feeling of dominating the game with a rampage was something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Mu Wan: “I have something to do, I’m getting off now.”
O Lan felt a little regretful. During the time he played ranked with Mu Wan, his live stream had gained a lot of new viewers.
O Lan: “Okay, we’ll play again next time.”

He exited the team and was about to switch accounts when he saw the red notification in the message bar. He clicked on it.

Friend’s Mail:
– “Your friend ‘Wan’ has sent you xxx skin.”
– “Your friend ‘Wan’ has sent you xxxxxxx skin.”
– “Your friend ‘Wan’ has sent you xx skin.”

Gorgeous special effects played one after another. Mu Wan had bought all the best skins for the hero O Lan had just used and sent them to him. O Lan’s mouth slowly dropped open.

The barrage in the live stream was overwhelming, almost blocking the entire screen.
“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap.”
“Who said ‘Wan’ is just a little sister? This is clearly a super-rich lady.”
“I’m in love.”*

Soon, the entire comment section was filled with lemon emojis. This wave of live-streaming effects was simply too good, with gifts constantly flooding the chat.