My main ID is tmm_kong.

Shen Yanming rolled his eyes, unwilling to explain further.
He started typing rapidly.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: Alright, alright.
My Nightmare will become your sworn enemy today.
How about a solo match?

—— As everyone knows, TMM’s Kong and Nightmare are like a pair of partners wielding the scythe of death, leaving no grass standing wherever they passed.

The nanny insisted on claiming to be Kong, and Shen Yanming cooperated by cosplaying as Nightmare.

Shen Yanming played a few games by himself, and around eleven o’clock at night, the nanny finally came online.

[Stop Messing Around]: …Believe it or not, it’s up to you.

[Stop Messing Around]: Not a solo match, but we can play together.

[Stop Messing Around]: Wait, let me change my name.

[Stop Messing Around]: Our names are too similar, even I can’t tell them apart.

After a while, the other person changed their name and returned.

[My Milk’s Not Working]: I’m here.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: …wow.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: You really want to be my wife, huh?! I couldn’t even beat you this afternoon.

[My Milk’s Not Working]: You can win if you stop holding back.

Shen Yanming wasn’t particularly surprised by this remark.
The Nanny’s skill level was quite high, and it was normal to intentionally act like a noob.

[My Milk’s Not Working]: I’ll queue up?

[I’m Messing Around Again]: Go ahead and queue.

[My Milk’s Not Working]: When we’re playing, don’t hold back.
Play freely.
If you’re afraid of others recognizing you, just say you borrowed the account from someone else.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: =.=

He thought to himself that both of their accounts had low rankings, and the skill level of the players they would be matched with was similar to AI.
Whether they played freely or not didn’t make much difference.

However, the suggestion from My Milk’s Not Working did stir some excitement in him.
Since Shen Yanming registered this account, he hadn’t played a single normal match.
He used to have an account in the eighth rank, and his ladder ranking among ordinary players could reach the top ten.
If he played seriously with the skill level of a professional player for a few years, reaching the top three shouldn’t be a big problem.


Just as he returned, that account was already sold.

“Letting loose and going on a killing spree… “, Shen Yanming lowered his head, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: Okay~

At first, Shen Yanming was worried that someone might recognize him and comment on his sudden improvement in skills.
However, he soon realized that he was overthinking.
They played several matches, and indeed, one or two people recognized him as the funny streamer.
However, most of these low-ranked players lacked even the basic sense of gameplay.
They were just blindly attacking without understanding how to judge someone’s skill based on strategy or reaction speed.

The teammates they were matched with only knew that their team was winning, but they had no idea how they were winning.
Similarly, the losing side didn’t feel much either.
For these types of players, winning or losing in competitive games was no different from playing a game of rock-paper-scissors—it was merely a random event.

Shen Yanming no longer had any concerns.
Just as My Milk’s Not Working had said, he could play without restraint.

Although there was no challenge, being able to freely indulge himself made Shen Yanming feel unusually relaxed.
Even though he was playing against noobs, there was a difference between crushing them and simply playing casually.
In these few matches, Shen Yanming felt extremely comfortable.
Inappropriately speaking, when he played with My Milk’s Not Working in solo mode, it was like facing a vigilant and aggressive wolf, and when they were teammates, it felt like having a loyal and devoted dog.

Without a doubt, all obstacles on his path were effortlessly swept away.
The field of vision was clear and wide.
He didn’t need to make any demand, My Milk’s Not Working seemed to read his mind and preemptively bring his targets in front of him, firmly controlling them, leaving the opponents helpless as Shen Yanming bombarded them with damage…

While the opponents’ lack of skill was certainly a factor, Shen Yanming rarely had the opportunity to enjoy such a comfortable environment for output.

In his previous life, when he played professionally in a team called CTG, the nanny assigned to him was decent, but too cautious.
She mainly followed behind him and cooperated to perform the most basic tasks.

After winning several matches in a row, Lin Qingyue entered Shen Yanming’s room carrying a late-night snack.
Shen Yanming was wearing headphones, fully focused on playing and didn’t notice anyone entering.
When he saw her reflection on the screen, he exclaimed in surprise and fear, “Mom, why didn’t you knock before coming in?”

“I’ve been knocking for ten years!” Lin Qingyue’s voice was louder than his, and Shen Yanming couldn’t compete with her.
“Why are you still playing? Didn’t you say you would study hard from now on?”

Shen Yanming didn’t stop his hand movements and continued to play while feeling guilty, “Just one last game, one last game.”

Lin Qingyue placed the late-night snack on the table and glanced at the various game and e-sports event posters hanging on Shen Yanming’s wall.
She sighed silently.

“It’s late, hurry up and eat.
Brush your teeth and go to bed!” Lin Qingyue stood behind Shen Yanming, he could hear her stern voice, but he couldn’t see her expression.

After saying that, Lin Qingyue left the room.

Once the game ended, Shen Yanming declined My Milk’s Not Working’s invitation to play another game and sent him a private message.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: I’m done playing.
My mom cooked wonton soup for me.

[My Milk’s Not Working]: Ok.

The wontons were still hot, so Shen Yanming blew on one before picking it up.
With his other hand, he grabbed his phone that had been lying aside and took a photo of the victory streak displayed on the computer screen.

A whole row of green winning records, very pleasing to the eye.

He opened Weibo and posted the screenshot of his victory streak.

I’m Messing Around Again: My wife is carrying me! [Image]1carrying me: in this context carrying means being brought to victory by the game play of the other person

Those who had watched his livestream in the afternoon were familiar with this “wild wife” joke.


Shortly after posting on Weibo, someone left a popular comment: I feel sorry for you after seeing this.
You get so excited after winning a few matches in a fishpond2fishpond: metaphor used to describe low-ranked or low-tiered games.
Luanzi ge, your mom feels sorry for you.
[/cry]

Shen Yanming liked this comment and returned to the game interface.
Seeing that My Milk’s Not Working was still online, he used one hand to casually type on the keyboard and started chatting with him.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: Are you actually a pro player?

[My Milk’s Not Working]: Yes.

[I’m Messing Around Again]: Which team? Can you tell me?

[My Milk’s Not Working]: Didn’t I mention it before?

[I’m Messing Around Again]: ah?

[I’m Messing Around Again]: You can’t really be in sweetie right?

[My Milk’s Not Working]: Well… I’m not lying to you.

Shen Yanming wasn’t paying attention and almost choked on the wonton in his mouth.
He coughed for a while before finally recovering.

Suddenly, he understood.

My Milk’s Not Working was probably from TMM’s second team.
After all, when Kong Shen was in his prime, the second team members could only play in minor leagues, and their training volume certainly couldn’t compare to the first team.

And now it made sense why their playstyle was so similar to Kong Shen’s.
After being exposed to it every day, it was difficult not to resemble him.

TMM was really amazing.
Even the second team players had impressive skill.
If another team poached them, they would be nurtured as key players.

Shen Yanming took a sip of soup and rummaged through his memories.
He didn’t know much about the second team members during that stage of TMM, but he vaguely remembered…

Wasn’t the support for the second team a chubby guy who was always smiling?

I have an announcement to make..

I’ll be doing double release this weekend
Please look forward to it!
Thank you for reading! 

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1carrying me: in this context carrying means being brought to victory by the game play of the other person2fishpond: metaphor used to describe low-ranked or low-tiered games

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