Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The lights of the competition venue suddenly focused on the center of the stage. Quan Jiuxi took off his headphones quickly and decisively, and the warmth from his fingertips running across the keyboard had not yet dissipated.

The teammates behind him hugged each other excitedly, and the cheers that rose one after another almost blew the roof off - no one expected that this elimination match, which was predicted by industry insiders as a "traffic melee", would be turned into a textbook-level crushing game by the team led by Quan Jiuxi.

The big screen was also freezing the replay of the last team battle: the assassin hero controlled by Quan Jiuxi was like a black lightning, cutting in accurately from the bushes on the flank. The gap between the third skill and the basic attack even blocked the opponent's 0.5-second skill backswing, and in the blink of an eye, he killed the opponent's back-row output.

The entire operation was so smooth that even the commentator couldn't help but raise his voice: "Such hand speed! Such anticipation! Sister Xi, has she welded the professional player's mechanics directly into her hands?"

The real-time scrolling barrage has turned into a white ocean, and the dense text contains undisguised amazement.

I checked the schedule three times. Is this really a female celebrity esports variety show? Not a professional league broadcast?

[That flanking move just now, even the professional players would have to shout "Grandmaster"!]

If anyone says Quan Jiuxi is just here to slack off, I'll weld this video clip onto his eyelids!

My grandma even asked if this actress had been practicing secretly for ten years.

[Help! The way she frowns and operates is so handsome that I want to scream. It's a blessing to be a fan of Quan Jiuxi. She is simply a god!]

[I'm jumping right in, milkshakes, here I come! ]

When Quan Jiuxi stood up, the corner of his black team uniform brushed the armrest of the gaming chair, bringing up a breeze.

She didn't make a heart shape with her hands to the camera like other winners did. She just raised her hand to loosen her collar and calmly swept her eyes across the loser's seat opposite - where sat Su Miao with a pale face.

The moment their eyes met, Su Miao felt the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stand up.

She subconsciously clutched the hem of her skirt, her fingertips digging deep into her flesh.

Just half an hour ago, she was in the dressing room, reapplying her lipstick in front of the mirror, complaining to Jiang Zhan's former agent: "Quan Jiuxi? She can't even recognize all the skill keys, right? The production team invited her to play up the 'silly beauty' persona."

But now, those light taunts have all turned into slaps in the face.

Especially in the last team battle just now, the assassin controlled by Quan Jiuxi was circling behind her hero, and the voice message "Second skill was used too early" was as calm as if it was stating the weather, but it made her hands tremble so much that she even used the healing spell in the wrong direction.

"Miao Miao, would you like some water?" The teammate next to her handed her a bottle of mineral water. The coolness of the bottle made Su Miao shiver.

The other person was being stopped by the host for an interview. His profile was cold and hard under the lights. He answered questions briefly and concisely, without even a polite smile. But it was this alienation that made the audience in front of the screen even more crazy.

Su Miao took a deep breath, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

She knew from a young age that her greatest weapons were her face and her innate friendliness, but the look from Quan Jiuxi just now was like an icy blade in the cold winter, instantly shattering her proud self-confidence.

No, she couldn't panic. In her pocket, the phone still held a message from her agent half an hour earlier: "Miaomiao, calm down. That camera just cut to you. Don't look sad. The audience loves to see a comeback."

Yes, a counterattack.

Su Miao bit her lower lip hard, and the image of herself with flowing eyes in the mirror returned.

How could she lose to Quan Jiuxi, someone who looked down on her before?

She secretly looked up at the stage. Quan Jiuxi was surrounded by a group of staff members. His long black hair was swaying slightly in the air conditioning of the venue. Although he was wearing the same team uniform as everyone else, he seemed to have an invisible barrier. Even the cameraman passing by subconsciously slowed down his footsteps.

In the director's office backstage, the assistant director was holding a tablet and running around anxiously:

"Director, this is way off! The recording was originally scheduled for three hours, but Quan Jiuxi's team finished three elimination rounds in just an hour and a half! The rest of the time was completely wasted for commercial breaks!"

The chief director stared at the data curve of the real-time number of online users, tapping his fingertips lightly on the desktop.

The number of online users in the upper right corner of the screen is still skyrocketing, having already broken through the historical peak of variety show live broadcasts on the platform. The most common comments in the barrage are "I haven't seen enough" and "Request for more games".

He suddenly stopped and waved to the host Tianlong next to him: "Come here, I have an idea."

Tianlong had just come down from the stage, with sweat still on his forehead. After hearing the director's ideas, his eyes lit up and he immediately adjusted his bow tie and walked towards the stage.

When the spotlights came back on, he wiped his forehead exaggeratedly while holding the microphone: "Family, the director just told me that the backend server is about to be overwhelmed by your enthusiasm!"

He changed the subject, deliberately drawing out his tone, "It's mainly because our Sister Xi is too disrespectful—others play by the round, but she plays by the minute! The directors have urgently decided to add a 1v1 entertainment match. No one will be eliminated. It's purely a bonus for everyone!"

The live broadcast room instantly became lively, with cheers mixed with jokes like "the director team understands me".

This decision not only cleverly filled the gap in recording time, but also responded to the previous online "script theory" doubts in the form of a "temporary extra game" - if there had been arrangements in advance, why would they have added a segment in such a hurry at the last minute?

The tone of the real-time comments changed immediately. The comment section that was originally arguing about "whether it was an internal decision" was now full of lively discussions such as "looking forward to Sister Xi's 1v1 kill" and "I bet I can afford a bag of spicy snacks that no one dares to challenge her."

As soon as Quan Jiuxi sat down in the lounge, he was dazzled by the mobile phone screen handed to him by Lin Tian - the number of fans on social media was jumping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her private inbox was filled with @her game clips, and even some professional e-sports players forwarded her operation highlights with the text "With such details, I suggest you just become a professional player."

She swiped her finger across the screen, her eyes landing on one of the comments: "Is it possible that Quan Jiuxi used to be a professional player?"

Someone responded below: "Don't be silly, her resume before her debut was as clean as a blank sheet of paper. If she had ever played professionally, it would have been exposed long ago."

When she put down her phone, the door of the lounge was gently pushed open, and Bing Lanxin walked in wearing high heels.

"Quan Jiuxi, are you free? I just watched you play and wanted to ask you how to match hero inscriptions."

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyes to look at her, and said calmly: "Just a random match."

This answer made Bing Lanxin stunned for a moment. She looked at Quan Jiuxi's face and gritted her teeth.

She had to admit that Quan Jiuxi was too charming during the competition and she couldn't compare to him.

But after being rivals for so long, she couldn't let go of her stance even if she wanted to say something soft.

"you……"

She was about to say something else when there was a commotion outside. Singer Tailin came over with his agent. "Teacher Quan,"

Tailin's voice was shy as he reached out to shake her hand. "You were so good at the game just now. I don't dare to play one on one later."

Quan Jiuxi didn't extend his hand, but just nodded slightly, looking past him at the door.