Chapter 918: Ruler of Esports 32

Little Cutie had never expected that someone would actually take a liking to him—an AI. Now a whole group of people were egging him on to agree. For a moment, he showed a rare look of distress. Are these humans crazy? he thought.

But then another concern surfaced. If I refuse outright, what if I hurt this rich fan’s feelings? What if they stop sending gifts to the host? That won’t do—the host needs money right now!

After a brief struggle, he quickly came up with a tactful solution.

“I’m a cute boy!” he typed confidently. “I only like cute girls!”

Almost immediately, Lao Tzu’s Pasta replied, “I am a cute girl. Lolita type!”

Little Cutie froze.

“No matter how cute you are, I won’t cross-dress! I’m Little Cutie!” he shot back, trying to recover his footing.

The chat exploded.

“What?? The moderator is a girl?!”
“Big reveal!”

Even Lao Tzu’s Pasta seemed stunned for a moment before finally replying, “...I’m out.”

Only then did Little Cutie breathe a sigh of relief. Humans and AI have no future, he thought smugly. I’m out of your league.

…

At this time, Tang Wan had already turned off the public voice and focused on the next match.

What she didn’t expect was—

She ran into Qiqi again.

This time, however, they were on the same team.

Tang Wan narrowed her eyes slightly.

On Qiqi’s side, her fans were equally surprised.

“Wow, she matched with that ‘Heart-Wrenching Egg’ again!”
“She got popular way too fast. Definitely something fishy.”
“And that whole live confession earlier? So staged!”

Qiqi glanced at Tang Wan’s ID, her expression tightening for a brief moment before she smiled sweetly. “Oh, it’s that Han Xin from last time. I wonder what she’ll play this round?”

When it came time to pick heroes, Qiqi even took the initiative. “Third floor, do you want to play jungle?”

Tang Wan replied calmly through the system voice, “I’ll go bot lane.”

In Honor of Kings, the jungler controlled the rhythm of the match. If the jungler failed, they would be blamed for everything.

Since the heroine liked to show off with Li Bai—

Then she could keep doing it.

Qiqi paused slightly before saying, “Alright, then I’ll jungle.”

Tang Wan ignored her and turned to Fan Tong instead. “Tong Tong, I want to play Sun Shangxiang.”

“Okay,” Fan Tong replied immediately. “I’ll support you with Taiyi.”

Tang Wan smiled faintly. “Mm.”

With Taiyi’s ultimate, she would essentially have an extra life—perfect for a marksman.

Meanwhile, Qiqi naturally locked in Li Bai.

…

As the match loading screen appeared, Fan Tong suddenly said, “Wan Wan, the opposing side has smurfs from the NDF team.”

At the King rank level, the player pool wasn’t that large. It wasn’t unusual to run into familiar or professional players.

Tang Wan gave a quiet acknowledgment, her expression turning more focused.

Even though this was a team-based game, she had been winning largely through her own mechanics and decision-making. But against coordinated professional players—

She couldn’t afford to be careless.