Chapter 27: The Counterattack Fighter, Aunt Zhou Shu

To be fair, Bai Qingming truly caught everyone off guard this time.

The viewers were beside themselves with laughter, all calling him a master.

“Damn, the streamer’s moves are making my kidneys hurt!”

“Everyone’s showing off, only Slow Girl is getting played.”

“This round, the old woman let her guard down—no Flash!”

“Alas, I’m so uncultured, I’ll take my ‘damn’ across the world!”

A League of Legends solo match, not about first blood, first tower, or a hundred minions, but about who can run faster—this is just absurd!

Only Bai Qingming could have come up with this.

Not to mention Zhi Xun, but even if the Grandmaster himself came under these conditions, having already picked heroes and entered the game, it’d be pointless. The hero he picked was simply unbeatable.

How are you supposed to play against that? He’s not following any conventions at all!

“Come on, I’ll give you a chance. Farm up first, and if you can catch me after you’re fully equipped, I’ll admit defeat!” Bai Qingming declared with utter conviction.

Slow Girl was furious.

“You’re cheating!”

“I think you’re the one wanting to cheat. You agreed to the rules yourself, and I set them. Don’t forget, all the viewers are witnesses,” Bai Qingming replied smugly.

The chat joined in instantly.

“That’s right, we can testify!”

“A bet’s a bet, old woman!”

“Old woman’s crashed again, haha, better call him ‘daddy’ now!”

“Come on, call him, quick!”

For a moment, Slow Girl was at a loss for words.

Thinking it over, she really couldn’t blame Bai Qingming for not playing by the book.

“Bastard!” she muttered bitterly.

Beside her, Zhi Xun didn’t dare say a word.

If he hadn’t insisted the win was guaranteed, she wouldn’t have lost in the first place.

Now, not only does she have to call him “daddy,” she has to be Bai Qingming’s maid for a month.

At that thought, she turned on Zhi Xun, raining down a flurry of little fists on him.

“Ahem.”

Glancing at the chat, Bai Qingming cleared his throat. “Isn’t someone supposed to fulfill her bet now?”

“I’ll do it!” Slow Girl said, trying to sound defiant, then muttered softly, “Da… dad…”

“Can’t hear you!” the bastard stoked the fire.

“Daddy,” she repeated, holding back her temper.

“Still can’t hear. Haven’t you eaten? Louder!” Bai Qingming pressed on relentlessly.

“Bastard, don’t push your luck,” she snapped.

Slow Girl could no longer hold back and roared in frustration.

“Getting angry?” Bai Qingming kept teasing. “It’s not my fault, the viewers said they couldn’t hear. You’re not trying to renege, are you?”

At that, Slow Girl finally gave in.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy—Bai Qingming is my daddy, happy now?”

Whatever, it’s just saying a few words—it’s not the end of the world, she thought.

“Good!” Bai Qingming answered, perhaps deliberately drawing it out.

But remembering she still had to be his maid for a month, Slow Girl was filled with both anger and frustration.

Then again, being Bai Qingming’s maid for a month wasn’t entirely a bad thing. At least it meant more chances to be close to him—something other female streamers could only dream of.

He was handsome, wealthy.

If she could win him over—well, that would be hitting the jackpot!

As the thought occurred to her, Slow Girl felt much better.

Looks like she’d have to learn how to cook.

The book said the best way to win a man’s heart was through his stomach.

Before she knew it, her thoughts were running wild, forgetting she’d only known Bai Qingming for two days.

Meanwhile, seeing Slow Girl suddenly fall silent, Bai Qingming was a bit surprised.

“Don’t tell me you’re angry?”

Hearing that, Slow Girl snapped back to herself.

“A bet’s a bet. I’m not angry.”

Her tone had softened without her noticing.

Hearing that, Bai Qingming breathed a sigh of relief.

“I thought you were upset! I love seeing girls get mad.”

“???”

Slow Girl: “Bastard, you and I are mortal enemies!”

In a flash, all those pleasant thoughts vanished, and she was back to her old self.

Zhi Xun, watching all this, felt a sourness well up inside him, as if he’d fallen into a sea of jealousy.

At that moment, Slow Girl remembered something.

“Zhi Xun.”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you still here?”

“Huh?” Zhi Xun was stunned.

So he was just a tool all along.

Fine, fine.

The clown was himself.

Nothing more to say—goodbye!

Fuming, Zhi Xun left.

[Zhou Zhou sent a Rocket ×1]

Zhou Zhou, who was Aunt Zhou Shu’s alternate account, sent a rocket gift.

It was a reminder to Slow Girl not to forget what they’d discussed earlier that day.

Coming back to herself, Slow Girl seized the moment before the group call ended and called out to Bai Qingming.

“Hey, bastard!”

“What is it, old woman?”

Bai Qingming gave as good as he got.

“Are you still playing? I have a friend I want to bring along.”

“Is it a guy or a girl?” Bai Qingming asked instinctively.

“A girl.”

“That’s fine, as long as the viewers don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a pervert, really—I’ve just had this issue since I was a kid: whenever I play with guys, I get headaches, so I can only play with girls,” Bai Qingming explained solemnly.

“Got it, streamer—no need to explain.”

“Nothing to explain, everyone understands.”

“Ever heard the saying, ‘to explain is to conceal’?” the viewers teased one after another.

Soon after, Slow Girl set up a room and invited a friend called “Fishy Ishihara Satomi.”

“Hello, mister,” a woman’s voice greeted as soon as she joined—gentle, but strangely off.

Immediately, chat erupted.

“Wait, isn’t that Aunt Zhou Shu—no, Zhou Shufen?”

“I remember now, Fishy Ishihara Satomi is Aunt Zhou Shu’s game ID!”

“Damn, since when did the Anti-Impulse Warrior sound like that?”

Seeing the comments, Bai Qingming also realized who had arrived.

Aunt Zhou Shu, also known as Zhou Shufen, the Anti-Impulse Warrior, and a top streamer on Fishy.

She had an idol group background, looks and figure both top-tier—except, unfortunately, for her mouth.

When she didn’t speak during her streams, the viewers would be glued to their screens.

But the moment she opened her mouth, they’d put down the tissues, enter sage mode, and instantly become saints, with not a single impure thought in sight.

No wonder her “hello” sounded so odd—pretending to be ladylike was a tall order for her.

“Hi!” Bai Qingming greeted.

[Zhou Zhou sent a Rocket ×1]

Aunt Zhou Shu sent a gift in Bai Qingming’s stream.

“So, you’re the Bachelor Guru, the spiritual leader? You’re amazing.”

Hearing this, Bai Qingming’s expression became a little odd.

“Oh? You know I’m amazing?”

“Of course.”

“Then tell me—what’s so amazing about me?”