Chapter 687: Overnight Score Drop
For the first three days of the self-proof, Chen Mo didn’t go.
The atmosphere on-site was the same as before, still leaning toward the serious side. Online, the fans of these streamers were cheering them on.
However, most players were just there for the entertainment. If even Haimi hadn’t succeeded in his self-proof, how could these people possibly pull it off?
Day one.
Day two.
Day three.
The first three streamers’ self-proofs went fairly well. They basically performed at the level they showed during their streams, even slightly exceeding it. The online pressure and criticism had also eased somewhat.
Many players were simple-minded, often judging solely by results. Whether it was a pro player or a streamer, as long as they played well, there was no shortage of praise; if they played poorly, plenty of people would criticize.
There were also some paid trolls online stirring up hype.
Clearly, for these four streamers, as long as their self-proof was passable, they could completely muddle through. At least, by showing players that they could still pull off decent plays under normal circumstances, many viewers would change their opinions.
By then, the pressure would shift to those streamers who hadn’t dared to show their faces, while these four could happily continue streaming.
On the fourth day, Tianchong had his self-proof.
The result was still relatively smooth. Within six hours, Tianchong successfully got two chicken dinners and made it into the top ten several times.
For context, during his usual streams, he’d typically only get one chicken dinner in ten hours.
Just looking at the stats, their performances were decent. But the pro players on-site had some doubts.
“How come it feels like the opponents these streamers have been facing over the past few days are all so weak?”
They had also watched Haimi’s self-proof. While Haimi’s skill couldn’t compare to pro players, he was definitely at a high-tier casual player level. Moreover, his opponents in the game had decent intelligence and aim.
But these streamers’ matches left the pro players puzzled—were the opponents really that bad?
Take Tianchong’s chicken dinner match, for example. In the final circle, only two players remained. Tianchong was nervous, moving around and scouting, only to find his opponent casually looting a crate in the open...
Several pro players whispered among themselves.
“Does this count? He clearly matched with trash opponents. Did he buy a new account on purpose?”
“Yeah... I feel like his opponents don’t know how to play. Looting in the open without cover in the final circle? Who does that?”
“Hard to say. Their usual streams aren’t high-rank matches either. They’re just seal-clubbing in low-tier lobbies. Maybe their opponents just had a brain fart.”
“Right, I checked earlier. These are indeed their streaming accounts.”
The live chat was also full of mockery, with players saying that with opponents that bad, even they could do it!
But many of the streamers’ fans fired back.
Their reasoning was simple: these streamers usually didn’t play high-rank matches either—they stuck to low-tier lobbies.
Seal-clubbing was for better entertainment value. Sure, it wasn’t ethical, but the officials hadn’t explicitly banned it. If that was a crime, then plenty of streamers in *League of Legends* and *Overwatch* would have to be held accountable too, right?
The two sides argued endlessly, but overall, the pressure on these streamers had significantly eased.
As long as someone dared to self-proof and put on a decent show during it, a large portion of the audience would believe the streamer had real skill.
Tianchong had one hour left in his stream. It was clear he was no longer as nervous as before.
Given today’s results, he had performed even better than his usual streams. From the chat feedback, many players were typing “Tianchong, we’re sorry.”
In other words, even if he couldn’t fully clear his name, he could at least turn it gray. Players might still curse him in the future, but getting completely nailed was impossible.
Moreover, these streamers had long since stopped using subtle aimbots. No one would ever catch them again. Once this chapter was turned, it would be a fresh start for them.
The stream ended. Tianchong was in a good mood. Before leaving the VR gaming pod, he gave a long, emotional speech to the players, thanking his loyal fans and playing the sympathy card hard.
“I should have proposed the self-proof myself, like Haimi did. Maybe I’d have gotten even more attention,” Tianchong thought to himself.
Although the self-proof was successful, doing it alongside three others meant the spotlight was divided.
Still, passing the self-proof was good enough. At least he could keep making money from streaming.
Tianchong left the VR gaming pod. A staff member entered to check the equipment.
But just then.
Tianchong’s gaze inadvertently swept toward the back row, and his body jolted!
Chen Mo!
For the first three days, Chen Mo hadn’t shown up. Even on the fourth day, when Tianchong entered the VR pod, Chen Mo still wasn’t there. So Tianchong had mistakenly assumed Chen Mo was too busy with work and wouldn’t come.
But now, at this critical moment, he showed up. What for? To witness the finale of the self-proof? To make a token appearance? Or to say a few words?
Tianchong suddenly felt extremely uneasy. He couldn’t help recalling a rumor that had spread widely in small circles: after Haimi’s first day of self-proof, Chen Mo had said something to him.
Tianchong grew tense. What exactly did Chen Mo say to Haimi? Did he have more concrete evidence to drop?
But no matter what, the self-proof was over. These four streamers had finished their performances. Everything from now on was completely out of their control.
Bai Shunhua stood up, ready to go to the camera and summarize the day’s self-proof results for all the viewers.
But just then, Chen Mo stood up and stopped him.
“Manager Bai, hold on. I have a few things to say.”
Bai Shunhua looked at Chen Mo. He had long guessed Chen Mo would stir things up. If Chen Mo hadn’t even let Haimi off the hook, how could he spare these smaller streamers with worse skills and worse attitudes?
“Alright, go ahead, President Chen.” Bai Shunhua stepped aside from the microphone.
The four streamers were all present. At that moment, they felt their hearts tighten, filled with tension!
No one knew what Chen Mo would say, but they could all guess—Chen Mo was definitely not here with good intentions.
In the live chat, players had already grown tired of arguing. After four straight days of verbal warfare, the side supporting the streamers’ innocence had slightly gained the upper hand, mostly just talking to themselves.
But now, Chen Mo suddenly stepping forward reignited the players’ excitement!
“Chen Mo? Chen Mo is going to speak?”
“Is this the official verdict? Did Chen Mo come all the way here just for this?”
“Shh, don’t talk! Listen carefully! Let’s see what Chen Mo has to say—will he nail them directly or give them a free pass?”
Chen Mo walked up to the microphone and looked at the four streamers sitting off to the side.
“Everyone, you’ve been working hard lately.”
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