How Dare You Attack My Support! Chapter 1

How Dare You Attack My Support! ch1

Translator: Jhinny

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Editor: Ayszhang

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Chapter 1

Qiao Yanzhou

feels that he has been in bad form recently but is unable to pinpoint

exactly which aspect. It may be due to the new League of Legends’

7.7 patch.

Qiao Yanzhou is a

League of Legends streamer who signed on with streaming platform

ToothCat. Though standing at an average popularity rank, are enough to sustain himself. League of Legends (LoL) is

currently the most popular e-sports MOBA (Multiplayer Online Battle

Arena) game, with many big-scale annual competitions. The most

prominent tournament, SPL, is holding its spring split stirring up

lots of publicity, and Qiao Yanzhou is indisputably a loyal fan of

it.

It’s already

half-past five. Qiao Yanzhou blankly stares at his empty streaming

report and heaves a sigh. This means that in the remaining week or so

of this month, if he doesn’t stay at home and stream all day, his

pay will be heavily reduced by the evil streaming platform. If that

happens, not only his rent and bills, but also basic needs such as

food will be at stake in the following month.

Yet, Qiao Yanzhou

doesn’t seem too aware of the severity of the matter. He slowly

wakes up and sits up on his bed, ruffles his messy bed hair and looks

around in a daze.

Where’d they go?

Damn, did I

finish the last one…

Disappointment

and anxiety fills Qiao Yanzhou’s initial dazed look after failing

to find his pack of cigarettes.

He seems to be

more afraid of running out of cigarettes than of having to sleep

under a bridge because he is too lazy to stream.

The taste of

nicotine is still lingering in his mouth, and he is not thinking

straight. The hangover from last night appears to have taken its toll

on him.

Qiao Yanzhou does

not usually drink much. Though he will not be K.O.’d just by

drinking one glass, he definitely cannot hold more than one and a

half glasses. Liang Dong asked him out for a drink last night, with

the initial agreement to talk about life, dreams and future, and

nobody was supposed to drink too much. But in the end, nobody held

themselves back.

If not for Liang

Dong’s determined, patient and relentless “persuasion” (read:

violently pulling away), he might even have thrown up from drinking

too much at the bar.

An alarm set on

his mobile phone lying nearby started ringing at an extremely low

volume. Soon after, his phone started ringing from a call.

Qiao Yanzhou

yawns and answers the call.

“Oh , you finally picked up!” Liang Dong exclaimed with some noise

in the background.

“I just woke

up.” Qiao Yanzhou furrows his brows. “’Sup? It sounds noisy on

your side.”

“What do you

think? I am at my part-time job.”

“So

hardworking.”

“I know.”

Liang Dong is actually not that humble. “It’s already half-past

five. Gramps, you should get up. I thought you said last night that

you’re gonna have to sleep under a bridge if you don’t stream

today?”

“It’s only

half-past five. The night is still young for youngsters like us…..

Wait, hold on….. HALF-PAST FIVE?!”

“Yeah… why?”

“FUCK!” Qiao

Yanzhou jumps out of bed.

“Fuck who?”

Liang Dong is perplexed.

Qiao Yanzhou is

too lazy to make any explanations. He jumps out of bed as though he

is just struck by lightning and scrambles to his computer. He

switches on the computer and plugs the charger into his phone that is

low-batt at the same time. He finishes all these actions smoothly in

one go, as his sluggish face fills with energy within seconds.

Meanwhile he starts chanting, “EG, EG, EG…”

“Are you

possessed?”

“I missed the

live broadcast of EG’s game!” Qiao Yanzhou screams, feels as

though it was not enough, and screams again. “I missed it!”

“Well, you

overslept and have only yourself to blame…”

“Shut up.”

Qiao Yanzhou logs into League of Legends SPL’s official site,

clicks on the Tournament News tab, and is astounded for a few

seconds.

EG vs NTG

1:2

………THEY

LOST?

Sensing that the

air on the other end of the phone is different, Liang Dong coughs and

says, “Actually, I saw a bit of the game…..EG lost…”

“You’ve got

to be kidding me!” Qiao Yanzhou presses F5, and the page refreshes.

But deep down, he knows that this will not change a thing.

“Before the

game started, I called you more than twenty times, and you were still

asleep… Now that you’re awake, EG’s losing game has ended…”

Qiao Yanzhou is

fuming at what Liang Dong has said and decides to ignore him. He

searches for news articles on the game and cannot believe what he is

reading.

“EG Defeated.

Is Siler the One to Blame?”

“Oh My Eyes!

EG’s God of Mid Lane Siler Makes Multiple Mechanical Mistakes.”

“Bad Form?

Siler’s Teammates Are Now ‘Afraid’ of the Champion.”

“[Video]

Siler’s Bad Mechanics Compilation.”

……………..dafuq????

After reading

these sensationalised headlines, Qiao Yanzhou is uncertain whether he

should feel bad for missing the broadcast or happy that he has missed

it…

“Siler played

Orianna… Missed his Flash Ultimate twice… Dived and killed by the

tower and even…” Liang Dong is still harping on it unaware of his

friend’s feelings.

Qiao Yanzhou

clenches his fist. “Stop it! You loud mouth!”

“Geez, do you

have to be like this over a game…” Liang Dong tsks and pauses

before continuing. “But I get you. Since EG lost this game, it’ll

be hard for them to win the spring split.” He said hesitantly, ”I

mean, Siler’s form today was really bad. I think you shouldn’t

watch the rerun.”

Although Liang

Dong’s words are ringing in Qiao Yanzhou’s ears, he does not hear

any of them. He feels upset reading each and every headline. Qiao

Yanzhou has played this game for almost seven years now, and Siler’s

existence has been his motivation and goal in this game, or even a

god-like existence.

Since Siler

joined EG three years ago, he has risen to be the King of Mid Lane

within a few months, feared by the other teams. Qiao Yanzhou even

feels that he is turning gay because of Siler.

He watches every

one of Siler’s game, and every brilliant mechanic and accurate

prediction always stir his mind so hard that he cannot sleep. Even as

he works toward being a Challenger player from Bronze, he learns most

of his game know-how and skills from watching Siler.

Of course, Siler

did make mistakes in some of his past games, especially when the

other teams were focusing on him after realising early on that he

held the key to victory. But for him to make this many mistakes is a

first in the past two years.

Qiao Yanzhou is

upset and frustrated to say the least. The main problem is that he

bet all his “” on EG’s victory…… He has turned

into a pauper overnight and now suffers a second emotional blow. The

most frustrating thing is that he still has to stream more than six

hours later…

Although this is

not the first time that life has dealt him a bad hand, this is the

first time he feels that life is making him play Russian Roulette.

He hangs up on

Liang Dong impatiently and opens his streaming software and League of

Legends with a dead face. As he is hungover, Qiao Yanzhou can imagine

how horrifying he looks right now and decides to close his webcam.

He re-adjusts his

mind and starts queuing for a ranked game while lazily responding to

the greetings from the viewers. After thanking viewers for gifting

him, Qiao Yanzhou starts his six-hour stream with a heavy heart.

Dairytea: What do you think of it so far? I wonder what happened to Siler~~~ OAo