The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!-Chapter 15 - If teamwork was the problem then say it, what does it make you to keep trying to put the blame on others?

The emcee who was called on stage was about to announce the result, but before he could speak, the captain of W.J. looked over. “We’re playing for the best two out of three matches. This is only one of them. What is there to announce?”

“Exactly.” Green Hair chimed in. ” I merely gave in and gifted you a victory in case it looks too bad on all of you. What’s there to be proud of?”

“I see.”

Ji Zhiyao twisted his wrists for a bit. The manner he was grinning with was completely free of aggression. “Then this match doesn’t count. 1v1, we’ll play another solo match.”

Green Hair’s ‘okay’ was only half-said before he was forced to swallow back his words by the glare from his captain. After the captain had warned Green Hair, he looked up and said dully, “There’s no need. Let’s move on to the next match.”

“Tsk.”

No fun.

Ji Zhiyao turned slightly and asked, “3v3, who’s up?”

“My solo laning skills are not considered very good.” The top-laner spoke up first. “I shall sit out of this one. The four of you can discuss and decide.”

Support girl chimed in. “How about this: me, mid-laner, and ADC. The three of us will go on. The jungle for 3v3 is not especially big. NoHomo contributed much, so he can stay behind to hold the line.”

Support girl twisted her neck, speaking while stretching her body. The mid-laner was already earnestly wishing to go on and hastily agreed; icy male also nodded his head, agreeing to the arrangements.

Ji Zhiyao naturally had no objection. He had just finished a match and needed some time to rest.

This time, W.J. did not attempt any provocative speech. All six people from both red and blue teams had cut the crap. turning on the computers and logging on, they started the next match.

Ji Zhiyao turned to watch the big screen.

The 3v3 match would be more complicated than the 1v1 and also more exciting.

At the same time, its demand for the team’s cooperation and awareness was also very high.

About ten minutes plus into the match, Ji Zhiyao already saw a problem.

The support, being a gaming broadcaster, naturally had above-average handling and cooperation skills. Adding to the fact that she was known for being aggressive, she often played in an unconventional manner, leaving the opponents surprised. On the other hand, icy male and mid-laner both did their best to fulfill their roles, but in this match, they were overly restrained, causing them to appear clumsy.

It was also their first time playing together as a team, so they had unfamiliar teamwork. Even though they used ear-mics to communicate, their cooperation and strategy were still inferior in comparison to the opponent’s.

It was a problem that Ji Zhiyao could detect, so, of course, W.J. caught on too.

Since their teamwork was weak, they would use cooperative strategies to break them!

W.J. built an advantage in the mid lane, and using the snowball method, they continued to gain an advantage.

It took less than half an hour, and the second match ended.

W.J. won.

The expressions of the members of W.J. battleteam finally eased up a little, having redeemed some face for themselves. Whereas for the amateur team, things were not as relaxed.

The one having a mental breakdown was mainly the mid-laner. He was gloomy and depressed. “What the f*ck, the opponents are virtually inhumane! Seeing that my lane was weaker, they ruthlessly came at me relentlessly. Once the mid-lane falls, how could it be possible to win? Both of you also didn’t come to help me out at all, only knowing to defend your own lanes…”

The last line was directed at the support and icy male.

Though the support looked cute, she was actually bad-tempered, shooting back without thinking. ” Are you sure that if we had gone to help you, the lane wouldn’t have fallen? I think in that case more than one lane would have fallen. If our cooperation was the problem, then say it. Why do you keep trying to put the blame on others?”

“You…”

Ji Zhiyao and the top-laner were holding onto each of his arms, but before they could urge him, their arms were swung away by the furious mid-laner. “I’m not playing anymore!”