I Can Do It

Chapter 128

This was TTC’s first time officially “responding” to HT after MSI kicked off.

This simple and rough reply stunned many foreign esports fans and pro players. After all, not even those particularly open-minded and bold pro players from the European or North American leagues dared to ridicule someone in this manner. At the most, they would just Photoshop a picture or post something shady; they wouldn’t directly call anyone out, much less @ their team’s official account.

In comparison, the domestic esports fans were actually quite calm.

The flamers, who had originally picked up their keyboards and were getting ready to charge into battle, sat back down in their gaming chairs with their keyboards in their arms. They even leaned back and cracked open melon seeds as they started pointing fingers underneath Jian Rong’s new social media account—

[Sigh, dumbass son, as if you need to personally step forward for a trivial matter like this? All you have to do is practice well, you don’t have to pay attention to anything else.]

[As a little illiterate, you know how to create this sort of thing?]

[Look at his verified badge, TTC’s management most likely made the account for him. Ding-ge is so generous.]

[The bluenette probably held a knife to Ding-ge’s throat and forced him to open the account for him, Ding-ge doesn’t have it easy either.]

[Though you’ve been in Korea for so many days now, you haven’t logged into Weibo to let Daddy know you’re safe, yet you’re the first one in line to insult someone. Unfilial son!!]

[Dumbass darling, good luck in the finals! If you win, let’s party together! If you lose, deal with it yourself.]

[Dumbass son, Dad made it to Korea and bought the ticket for the finals. I’m in seat 3A, row 9. After you win, remember to come down and say hi to Dad.]

[What the hell, the damn bluenette created a new account but didn’t follow the official TTC account or his teammates. He only followed Road’s dead account, which Road might not even remember the password for anymore since he hasn’t posted a Tweet in ten years.]

[What, Road also has an account here? What is it, I wanna follow it… well, isn’t following Road’s account the same thing as following his teammates’ accounts?]

[No, following Road is equal to following his husband, the dumbass is all over his account in a show of blatant PDA.]

……

Jian Rong didn’t read a single one of those several thousand comments.

After he posted the Tweet, he tossed his phone to the side and continued to practice. He even found time to say to Xiao Bai, who was laughing himself silly reading the comments, “If HT keeps barking, let me know.”

HT wasn’t in any mood to respond to him again.

It wasn’t clear if something went wrong with the players’ own mentalities, or if they were severely affected by Jian Rong’s psychological attack; either way, HT had an unusually difficult time in the semifinals.