Ye Fei Ye

Chapter 9 Termination of Contract

Sheng Kuang had barely streamed since he stopped appearing on stage. His rare live broadcast, especially with his face shown, was already explosive enough. The content of the stream was a PK match with Yang Sinian, which was like a festival for his fans. While Sheng Kuang was setting the title for his stream, his popularity had already surpassed one million.

He and Yang Sinian were on the same team, and their streaming contracts were all on the same platform, so many fans would switch between the two.

Yang Sinian had just finished setting up his account inscriptions and was about to start ranked matches when he looked up and saw a swarm of messages in the bullet comments.

[Ahhhhhh, a dream collaboration.]

[Ten thousand yuan for each loss, GDT is worthy of being a wealthy team, playing such high stakes.]

[Hahahaha, I'm not getting up, I'll just stay in bed and watch who loses more.]

[Place your bets, bet]

[Accept, accept, accept.]

[Miracle is waiting for you.]

[Came to check on the situation for our Kuangzai.]

[Are you going to play or not? Don't tell me you chickened out at the last minute.]

[Yang Sinian, can you do it or not?]

Yang Sinian looked at the bullet comments urging him on and @ed Sheng Kuang again in the team chat.

Sheng Kuang treated him as if he were air, never appearing in the team chat, but he invited Yang Sinian for the third time in the game's live stream.

Seeing more and more people in the bullet comments asking if he was scared, Yang Sinian gritted his teeth, put down his personal phone, picked up his training phone, and accepted Sheng Kuang's invitation.

Before the game started, Sheng Kuang seemed to recall something. He lowered his head and looked at the GDT team uniform he was wearing.

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and covered the camera with his desk. He took off the uniform and put it on inside out.

[What's going on? Where did he go?]

[Kuangzai, show your face, Mommy wants to see your face.]

[I was happily licking the screen, why is there no face? Woo woo woo, give me back Kuangzai's divine looks.]

Sheng Kuang glanced at the protesting bullet comments on the screen and raised his hand to reposition the camera.

[Huh? Kuangzai's clothes are on inside out.]

[So Kuangzai was taking off his clothes in front of the screen just now?]

[Kuangzai, we treat you like a son, but you treat us like outsiders.]

Sheng Kuang twitched his lips and lowered his head to select his hero.

Sheng Kuang and Yang Sinian played a total of eighteen matches.

They played from eleven in the morning until two in the afternoon.

Both of them were live streaming, and no one in the club dared to intrude and stop them.

In the eighteen matches, Sheng Kuang won seventeen.

The only game Sheng Kuang lost was the last one. At the five-minute mark, he had already farmed well. He stood between Yang Sinian's crystal and the first tower. Every time Yang Sinian revived, Sheng Kuang would kill him again, repeating this cycle about five times. Just as Yang Sinian's mentality collapsed and he was about to surrender, Sheng Kuang quickly preempted him and clicked surrender.

"Can't wipe them out completely, letting one go."

Sheng Kuang said and invited Yang Sinian again.

As soon as Yang Sinian joined, both of their computer screens went black, and the live stream was forced to disconnect.

Immediately after, the door to Sheng Kuang's training room was pushed open, and Zhang Wei, the manager of GDT, and Coach Yang Yu stormed in.

"Sheng Kuang, what the hell are you doing? When did GDT agree to you live-streaming PK with Yang Sinian?"

"Look at the title of your stream, ten thousand yuan for each loss, playing the game like gambling? This is a serious violation of our club's rules and regulations. I will deal with this matter seriously."

"Last night, Yang Sinian discussed with Yang Yu about you replacing GDT as a commentator in the finals, and also having you participate in the entertainment match. Today, you've made Yang Sinian lose face like this."

Sheng Kuang sat lazily in his chair, listening to Zhang Wei's furious scolding with his eyelids lowered. He suddenly let out a light laugh, "Let's terminate the contract."