I was a D-list celebrity, struggling to stay relevant in an industry that forgot me yesterday. One day, while gaming online, a teammate decided to get nasty. "A girl at this rank? Must have sold herself to get here. Need Big Brother to help you out?" Normally, a celebrity would ignore it. But I'm a nobody, so I don't have a reputation to protect. I turned on my mic and let loose. "You sound like an expert. Done this a lot? Need me to introduce you to some clients so you can make some cash? You sound jealous." "With a mouth like that, you could open a stinky tofu stand without buying supplies." "If the vice squad picked you up, they wouldn't even need an interrogation. One look at that mouth and it's life without parole." I flamed him for the entire match. When it ended, I discovered that our Jungler, who had been defending me, was a pro player livestreaming the whole thing. The chat went wild: [Sister went off! Please open a masterclass, I'm on my knees listening!] 1 As a D-list actress, my schedule is emptier than a politician's promises. I had plenty of time. Bored out of my mind, I launched Glory of Kings. Less than six minutes in, our Mid Laner started raging on voice chat. "Just my luck. How do trash players get into this rank? Boosted much?" I checked the scoreboard. He was 0-5. I was 4-1. Probably not talking about me. Curious, I opened the details panel. He had the worst stats and the lowest gold. I stayed silent. There are too many fragile egos online, and I'm not a therapist. A team fight broke out mid. He was out of position and got instantly deleted. Luckily, the rest of us were farmed enough to win the fight with just his casualty. I went back to base to heal, and heard him again. "ADC, do you even know how to play? Idiot. That girly profile pic must be yours, huh?" I was about to mute him when he doubled down. "Heh, no wonder this game feels so hard. Matched with a girl. Bad luck to see a girl at this rank. Can't you females just go play your own games? Stop ruining it for everyone else. Who carried you here? Did you sleep with someone for it?" My temper flared instantly. Our Jungler spoke up: "Watch your mouth, bro. If you can't speak properly, donate your tongue to someone who can." Mid Laner laughed knowingly. "I get it, Jungler bro. Is the ADC fun? Share the joy with the boys, hahaha." If I tolerated this any longer, I might as well be a doormat. 2 The Jungler started to reply, "Your mouth..." I cut him off. "Brother, stand down. Don't interrupt my flow." The Jungler had a nice voice, but I didn't have time to appreciate it. I took a sip of water to clear my throat. "You sound like an expert. Done this a lot? Need me to introduce you to some clients so you can make some cash? You sound jealous." "With a mouth like that, you could open a stinky tofu stand without buying supplies." "If the vice squad picked you up, they wouldn't even need an interrogation. One look at that mouth and it's life without parole." He got excited hearing my voice. "Ooh, hit a nerve, did I? Triggered much? Hahahaha!" My comeback was rapid-fire. "Triggered? I'm not the one who's 1-7. If I had your stats, I'd have smashed my keyboard by now. Anyone with hands could do better." "Hey, you know what? Only triggered people accuse others of being triggered. Takes one to know one, right?" I was feeling great. Since entering showbiz, I've had to wear a mask—no eye-rolling, no frowning, always smiling. Today, this guy walked right into the line of fire. All my pent-up frustration was unleashed on him. As a former keyboard warrior, I have my own set of rules. Rule #1: Be loud. Volume establishes dominance. But avoid banned words. Swearing is weak. On the internet, I am an orphan. My family tree begins and ends with me. That's the only way to be invincible. I stood up, fully immersed in the roast, unaware that the Jungler was a pro player named Frost, and he was live to over 100,000 people. [Sister isn't using curse words but every sentence is lethal. Satisfying.] [If I were that Mid, I'd die of anger.] [Sister went off! Please open a masterclass, I'm on my knees listening!] 3 After a few rounds, I felt like I'd unlocked a hidden superpower. The more I scolded, the more energized I became. The game chat and the livestream were dominated by my voice and the noise coming from that animal in Mid lane. He went AFK in the fountain just to focus on cursing me out. "What the hell are you playing? Trash! An ADC who doesn't rotate? Are you stupid?" "I don't even want this win anymore. I'm going to flame you until I'm happy." I drank some water and continued the battle. "If you're so amazing, how come I haven't seen your name in the pro leagues? If you think I'm trash, work harder! Get to 500 stars and you won't match with me." "Bad luck for you meeting me today. If you were actually good, you wouldn't be in my matchmaking bracket." "Since you matched with me, you're not all that either. We're trash together." "You never shut up. Even a pager would bow down to you. Are you the ancestor of all pagers?" The chat in the livestream slowed down as people listened. [Sister, slow down, I can't take notes fast enough!] [I envy her mouth. I used to get scolded until I cried at night.] [Am I the only one who thinks this voice sounds familiar?] [Just you. It sounds like heaven to me.] [I think Mid is right. Why do girls play games? They all suck and feed.] The streamer, Frost, who had been enjoying the show, stopped playing. He glanced at the chat. His deep voice cut in: "Mods? Ban that toxic guy in chat." 4 Thanks to the Jungler and me, we won the game in fifteen minutes. I got MVP. The Mid Laner went 1-7 and AFK'd. I reported him immediately. Score deduction: 10+3. Satisfied, I tried to return to the lobby, but both the Jungler and Mid invited me. [Quick, Frost, invite the sister! Carry her!] [+1] [+10086] One game, one grudge. The game was over, and I didn't want to fight anymore. The Jungler was really good. Since he invited me, duo-queue seemed like a safe bet for ranking up. I entered the lobby and typed: "Thanks for backing me up earlier, bro." He turned on his mic. "No problem. I hate people like that. You're really good. Great skills, great insults." I felt a bit shy hearing that, especially with his nice voice. Just hearing it, I could imagine a handsome face to match his anime profile pic. But the Mid Laner wouldn't let it go. He kept inviting me. Seeing I wouldn't accept, he added me as a friend: [Scared to join the lobby? Coward?] I had calmed down thanks to the soothing voice of the Jungler, but that one sentence reignited my rage. I asked the Jungler: "Mind if I invite someone? That Mid from last game, he's asking for it." He paused, then said seriously, "Go ahead. Need me to leave? Or help you?" I waved my hand, realizing he couldn't see, and quickly said, "I won't drag you into this. Just watch me work."
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