The Lucky Quintet and a Chatroom Battle

Qing Zixi was quite surprised. The girl exuded an intense kindness.

The other three future temporary teammates she had met also gave off an amiable aura.

“I apologize for disturbing you,” the girl began. “However, the training camp has only granted us a single day for adjustment. I truly wish to win tomorrow afternoon’s match…”

Though an apologetic expression graced the girl’s face, Qing Zixi perceived an unyielding determination in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” one of the three assured them. “The three of us have been cooperating for quite some time. The most crucial aspect now is for you two in the bottom lane to find your synergy.”

The trio seated beside them all seemed brimming with confidence.

‘So, this girl is a marksman,’ Qing Zixi mused. ‘With her gentle and delicate demeanor, I had assumed she would be a stable mid-lane mage, specializing in a defensive playstyle.’

“Ah, um, I… I’m Luoluo,” the girl stammered, offering a slight bow. “Please guide me!”

“Likewise,” Qing Zixi replied. “Let’s strive together.”

Qing Zixi extended her hand, gently grasping Luoluo’s in return.

“My name is Qing Zixi.”

“Haha, we’ve all heard of your illustrious name for quite some time,” one of them chuckled. “To think we’d be grouped with such a lucky individual! You simply must share some of that good fortune with us~”

“Ah, teaming up with two such stunning beauties truly adds a lot of pressure,” another sighed dramatically. “Now there’s an undeniable reason to take this seriously.”

“Go easy,” the third chimed in. “Don’t scare them off.”

The trio continued their playful banter. Qing Zixi merely smiled, scratching her head lightly.

During the captain selection, she politely declined the role, and the mantle of leadership subsequently fell upon Luoluo.

Training commenced that evening. Qing Zixi was astonished to discover that the seemingly delicate girl beside her possessed an exceptionally aggressive playstyle, one that surprisingly meshed perfectly with her own.

Qing Zixi herself favored proactivity and aggression, reveling in spontaneous combinations to overwhelm opponents.

Coupled with the vibrant performance of the other three players in the upper lane, after three intense training matches, all five teammates made a startling realization.

“Could it be,” one exclaimed in disbelief, “that we are the perfect quintet, destined by the heavens themselves!?”

After securing yet another dominant victory in the third match, the three began playfully vying for credit.

Qing Zixi, too, felt that their wins had been remarkably smooth. Despite this being their inaugural time as a team, their coordination during crucial team fights was nothing short of perfect.

In public matches, Qing Zixi often grappled with a sense of helplessness, her teammates struggling to keep pace.

Within this new team, however, they executed every command flawlessly. The group trained until eleven that night, only dispersing with laughter and smiles, having amassed an astonishing seven-game winning streak.

‘Phew,’ Qing Zixi thought, ‘If this momentum continues, we might just rise to prominence, seize the championship, and secure our ticket to the secondary league!’

Qing Zixi returned to her room, a smile gracing her lips. Suddenly, her gaze fell upon the glowing computer screen.

‘Oh no,’ she realized with a jolt. ‘I forgot to turn off the computer and end the live stream when I left!’

Qing Zixi slapped her forehead.

While she wasn’t responsible for the electricity bill, such waste was far from a good habit. She couldn’t allow Wang Ba’s carelessness to influence her.

Settling back into her chair, Qing Zixi addressed her audience.

“My apologies, everyone,” she said. “I just stepped out for a training session with my teammates and completely forgot to turn off my computer.”

[Cool, a chair live stream!]

[No worries, Streamer. We just came back from Sister Ying’s live stream. Who are you?]

[Live stream? This is merely a music player!]

“Uh…”

Observing the bullet comments resume their humorous banter, Qing Zixi cleared her throat and spoke.

“Let me tell you something,” she announced with a smirk. “This young lady’s newly formed team has just clinched a magnificent seven-game winning streak! Just you wait for me to claim the championship!”

[She’s already taking out a championship loan.]

[Just playing a normal match, what’s all the fuss?]

[I just want to know when the streamer will finally turn on their camera.]

[I vaguely recall the day the streamer was tower-dived and solo-killed.]

[On [date], why did Fiora leap headfirst into danger? The alarm bells still ring!]

A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips.

She finally understood: these bullet comments would feel utterly restless if they didn’t find something to jab at her for even a single day.

What was most frustrating was the sheer volume of overwhelming comments, leaving her at a loss for how to even begin refuting them.

Wait a moment!

Her gaze flickered to the history column, where Xia Mengying’s live stream was prominently displayed at the top. It indicated that an hour had already passed since the stream ended.

She pulled out her phone to check the time; it was past eleven. This meant Xia Mengying had ended her broadcast at ten, yet the bullet comments claimed she had just finished.

‘Hold on,’ she thought, ‘Why are there so many missed calls and messages?’

Qing Zixi tapped the notification, revealing a series of messages from Xia Mengying. It seemed Xia Mengying was concerned she might be unwell, as her own live chat had been flooded with questions about Qing Zixi’s sudden disappearance, and repeated calls had gone unanswered.

The last message stated that if Qing Zixi didn’t reply before midnight, Xia Mengying would contact Lan Mengyao for her address.

Qing Zixi hastily began composing a reply.

“No worries, everything’s fine,” she typed quickly. “I was just at training, and my phone has been on silent this whole time. I’m only just seeing these now.”

“That’s good to hear! Love you~ I’ve concocted many fun new potions today. When will you have some free time to come and test them out~”

“I’ll go when I have time…” Qing Zixi typed, a hesitant smile on her face.

‘As if!’

Qing Zixi playfully stuck out her tongue at the screen.

‘What kind of joke is that?’ she thought. ‘If I actually went, would I even make it out in one piece?’

She’d be lucky not to be transformed into some three-headed, six-armed monstrosity.

After turning off her phone, everything clicked into place. All the scattered clues linked together in Qing Zixi’s mind.

Ultimately, her clever little brain meticulously reconstructed the entire sequence of events.

A triumphant smile stretched high across her fair face.

“Oh, really now,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful malice. “Who was it that claimed they just returned from Sister Ying’s live stream? She wrapped up her broadcast ages ago!”

“Were you all so desperate for a streamer that you were practically shedding ‘little pearls’ of anxiety, only to feign indifference once I returned? What a bunch of elementary school boys, puhahaha!”

The tables had turned!

Qing Zixi opened Xia Mengying’s live stream. Though the broadcast had ended, the chat was indeed filled with numerous bullet comments inquiring about Qing Zixi’s whereabouts, wondering why her stream had suddenly gone silent, and why her computer remained on.

The most frantic, naturally, was the generous patron whose ID featured a blonde, tsundere twin-tailed avatar.

Qing Zixi placed her hands on her hips, unleashing a full-blown verbal assault on the screen.

“Were you perhaps so terrified something had happened to your beloved streamer,” she taunted, “that you huddled in the chat, too scared to leave, constantly asking where I’d vanished to~?”

With just a few sharp words, the bullet comments instantly fell silent. Through the screen, Qing Zixi could almost visualize the deflated expressions of her audience.

Meanwhile, in a room festooned with anime posters and overflowing with collectible figures, a blonde girl’s slender, beautiful legs, encased in sleek black over-the-knee stockings, thrashed furiously against her bed.

She paid no mind to the fleeting glimpse of skin beneath her skirt, instead grinding the lollipop in her mouth to pieces with seething frustration.

“I-I wasn’t worried about you at all!!!” she shrieked.

“Damn you, you idiot older sister! I’m going to tie you up and draw the most scandalous pictures of you!”