The Whole World Thinks I’m a Woman Disguised as a Man [E-Sports] - Chapter 57.2

While the game had paused, Duan Wenzheng’s celestial talent left an indelible mark that was nothing short of perfection, evoking awe. Even with Wen Yan using the rapid shot for years and numerous assaulters trying to emulate it, snipers who attempted the method in secret failed to grasp the recoil control. No one had fathomed mastering the sniper’s recoil in this manner, and up until now, no one had achieved this successive control at the onset of the rapid sniper shot.

At that precise moment, the fans who had been embroiled in arguments suddenly experienced a collective epiphany, showering the entire screen with resounding “666” praises.

Xue Lan let out a sigh of relief at the sight. However, amidst the flood of “666” comments, someone initiated a trend by repeatedly posting two sentences: “There’s domestic violence here!!!” and “Yan God, quickly save your wife!!!” These phrases were echoed by others, and the screen, which had just been purified, instantly plunged back into the chaos of arguments between both sides.

As Xue Lan observed the barrage of comments, it felt akin to witnessing a motionless teammate in a game, a sight that genuinely brought tears to one’s eyes.

The entire live stream material…

None of them could be used.

Why did he have to open the barrage when he screen-recorded?

Xue Lan fell on the bed, gradually becoming blank after questioning his life.

To such an extent that toward the end of the screen recording, when the barrage was filled with comments like “Bold guess, does Reset lack the heart to hurt Lanlan, so…”, and “Yan God’s quote as a straight guy: I’ll send you to the hospital? +1”, Xue Lan, seemingly devoid of emotions, clicked to delete the video.

Being a CP fan was truly exhausting — just being a fan and worrying about the three-year-old Duan Wenzheng whom he couldn’t comprehend.

He was truly too difficult.

At that moment, Xue Lan recalled his own cherished little world and opened Weibo, contemplating a glance at the CP super-topic that had been posted. However, before he could switch accounts, he noticed a surge in fans, shares, comments, and likes on his main Weibo account.

Perplexed, he opened to investigate, and in a jolt of realization, during the period when he hadn’t logged into his Weibo account, the account, which initially had around thirty thousand followers — comprising bought fake followers and anti-fans — had skyrocketed to over seven hundred thousand followers.

“…” Did someone farm fans for him??

But the Weibo that had been full of criticisms had been cleaned completely.

All of the top comments were —

@ZhengLanTogetherForever: Protecting the best Lanlan-zi*

*T/N:  Zi is a form of address to indicate affection/endearment, often used for children.

@OldDogDuan’sLanLanZai: Lanlan, let Mama hug.

@LanYanSZD: Lass, Mama loves you!!

@thecutestLanlanprecious: Lanlan is truly the world’s honey!

……

“…”

Xue Lan switched to his second account indifferently.

Despite anticipating a dead silence in that space, when Xue Lan actually didn’t spot even a single new genuine fan on the super topic, his heart instantly plummeted into desolation and emptiness.

He renewed his determination and proceeded to edit the post on his secondary account.

“#Resetwind# Today, Reset and Wind became adversaries by fate’s design. Reset mastered the rapid sniper shot because of Wind, a love-hate relationship. My CP is real!!!”

However, he vividly recalled that Duan Wenzheng had secretly practiced the rapid sniper shot because of Wen Yan. When he finally succeeded, the relationship between the two only remained superficial. These two individuals, the pioneers of the assaulter rapid shot and sniper rapid shot, were also hailed as prodigies who had garnered countless CP fans…

He posted on Weibo, filled with expectations.

Soon after, he received a response! He opened the Weibo —

@Windridethewind: Which eyes of yours saw that Reset practiced the sniper rapid shot for Wind?! Are you blind!!!

@LanYanSZD: It was a rival in love meeting each other, understand? You evil cult, why do you refuse to give up! Trash!

@LanYanColorFoundation: What meaningless thing are you doing on yy* again? Disgusting!

*T/N: Yy (yy.com) is a popular live streaming platform in China

@OldDogDuan’sLanLanZai: What trash!! Reported!!

……

“…”

Feeling frustrated, Xue Lan opened the message composition, contemplating her responses to a select few individuals. This “LanYanSZD” had just proclaimed, “Mama loves you!” moments before labeling him as “trash.” Meanwhile, this “OldDogDuan’sLanLanZai” had just talked about what “Mama hug,” only to turn around and report him!!

But after he typed a section of words, in the end, he deleted them.

It was too troublesome.

Dejected, Xue Lan switched back to his main account. He silently changed his Weibo nickname “Exist” to “Vegetable* Lan-zi”.

*T/N:  Vegetable (菜) can be a slang term for being poor in skills or inexperienced.

He was too inexperienced.

These netizens really couldn’t! Be! Handled!

In the midst of his despondency, on the brink of hurling his phone aside, a series of faint, almost weightless taps echoed at his door.

Xue Lan jolted upright, swiftly adopting a composed demeanor, unsure if his ears had deceived him.

Yet in that precise moment, the identical soft taps resounded against the door once more.

Xue Lan approached the door, hesitant, before opening the door. “Who…”

His words hung unfinished in the air as a shadow slipped through the doorway. Before he could muster a shout, a hand swiftly covered his mouth.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s me.”

Wide-eyed, Xue Lan stared at the figure of Duan Wenzheng before him, utterly perplexed by his unexpected presence. Even if he had come searching for him, why the need for such stealth…

Duan Wenzheng’s eyes trailed down to the lingering flush on Xue Lan’s cheeks, then lingered on the slight redness lining his sleepy eyes. Surprisingly, this sight left Duan Wenzheng so flustered that he struggled to articulate a single word.

“Don’t be upset. Earlier, I… cough, genuinely didn’t mean to.”

Xue Lan had intended to express that he wasn’t upset, but footsteps, both near and distant, echoed in front of the door. The footfalls came to a halt just outside his door. Following a brief, contemplative silence, another voice emerged from beyond the room —

“Are you asleep?”

Wen Yan’s voice unmistakably emanated from behind the door.

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