Chapter 122: I’m the Streamer—Listen to Me

When a team is at a disadvantage, an individual's shortcomings are continuously magnified. In truth, it was simply that Lin Hao was playing too well—his game sense, lane management, rotations, and micro-manipulations were all top-tier. These nuances weren't immediately obvious to everyone, but by comparison, the Yunge in the top lane seemed utterly incompetent.

"Stop yelling! You're just killing the team's morale, and you aren't playing any better yourself," the Yunge player finally snapped. He opened his microphone to trade insults with Han Han. He was just a random player who didn't recognize Liu Wei, the notorious bully of the Peak Tournament.

"What are you barking about? You didn't call out the Guan Yu when he left the top lane, and then you just went and fed him another kill. How do you have the nerve to talk?" Han Han went full throttle, unleashing a torrent of criticism.

"Number Two is at it again."
"Who doesn't know Liu Wei?"
"The streamer has a point, but I feel like the Yunge just got completely outplayed. Watching from Hao Ran's perspective, he bypassed our vision entirely. He never showed up on the map, so it’s normal that a regular player wouldn’t have spotted him."
"True, I have both streams open. While it looked like a simple flank, Hao Ran's vision control was actually excellent; he specifically skirted around the mid-lane minion wave's vision."

The chat in Han Han's stream was a mess of conflicting opinions.

The game continued. After that team fight, Lin Hao’s gold lead catapulted him to the number one spot. Taking advantage of the enemy team being wiped out, he quickly ran to the mid-lane with Mai Shiranui to clear a wave, widening the gold gap into a massive chasm. The tempo shifted rapidly in their favor. In the subsequent skirmishes, Lin Hao’s team won every time; with the gold difference, Lin Hao barely needed to contribute much damage.

He sensed the opponents were getting desperate. With his keen awareness, Lin Hao immediately identified the issue. In the jungle, he even solo-killed Han Han’s Pei Qinhu. The enemy’s movements had become frantic and sloppy.

Lin Hao glanced at the chat. "Are they arguing?" he remarked with sudden realization. "It’s just a game, don't take it too seriously. Everyone makes mistakes and has off-days. As long as you’re playing in earnest, there’s no need to blame each other."

"Is it because of the Yunge on the other side? Oh, the Yunge is actually playing decently. In my professional estimation, he’s at a 15,000 to 18,000 power level. He’s not at the top-tier level, but he’s quite good. It’s just unfortunate that he ran into my 30,000-power Guan Yu."

The chat flooded with laughter.
"The streamer's highest Guan Yu power is only 13,000, don't let him fool you!"
"But honestly, even if Haozi doesn't have 30,000 power, his mechanics are at least at a 20,000-power level."
"I came over from Han Han’s stream. That Yunge has a 'National' badge, so he definitely has over 15,000 power. The streamer’s guess is actually quite accurate."
"It's just that Hao Ran is too strong, which is why the Yunge got crushed. Han Han's fans, go over and try to calm things down."

Lin Hao didn’t receive any "rage points" from Han Han or the Yunge player. The collection mechanism only triggered when an enemy player harbored anger specifically toward Lin Hao; the infighting between Han Han and his teammate was irrelevant to him.

Twelve minutes in, Han Han’s team had only their middle and bottom high-ground towers left. The top high-ground tower had fallen during the previous one-for-three team fight.

"Alright, alright, stop yelling. Listen to my lead, we can still win this," Han Han said after dying again. He fell silent for a moment before waving his hand, proactively ending the argument.

"Lead? What are you talking about? Your jungling tempo is trash, you couldn't even invade the red buff early on..." the Yunge player reflexively retorted.

"Fine, fine, it’s my fault. Let’s focus on how to win this game; let’s not dwell on the past," Han Han conceded again. "I’m a streamer, and our team composition is actually very good. Listen to me, and we’ll win, okay?"

The Yunge player and the others who had been arguing finally fell silent. None of them were "actors" or throwers; they had picked high-power heroes and naturally wanted to win.

"The top lane is the weak side. I'll push it out, and you, Yunge, come help me bait them. The enemy will definitely only play around the mid and bottom lanes; they won't group up top. The Dragon is also spawning in the bottom lane."

Their opponents had several heroes capable of split-pushing—Mai Shiranui, Nakoruru, and Guan Yu. All three were mobile and dangerous. If caught while split-pushing, it would be difficult to escape. Yet, they had no choice; if they played passively, the gold lead would allow the enemy to siege the high ground easily. They had to rely on split-pushing to create pressure.

Han Han chose the top lane. Since the high-ground tower was already gone, the enemy wouldn't waste effort pushing it further. At most, one of them would come to clear the wave. If they could catch that person, they might turn the tide. Han Han and Yunge headed top—Yunge stayed hidden while Pei Qinhu showed himself to bait the enemy.

On Lin Hao's side, his teammates were occupying the enemy's red jungle. Lin Hao was handling the far lane alone. Since Guan Yu had the best mobility, he could clear the top wave and quickly rotate to join his team. As he arrived at the intersection of the minion waves, his warhorse’s eyes suddenly lit up.

A skilled Guan Yu player always keeps a close eye on the horse’s eyes while roaming. They detect vision at a range roughly equal to the distance of Guan Yu’s second skill leap—a distance greater than the reach of most hero abilities. This was the ultimate safeguard against enemies hiding in brushes or waiting in ambush.