Chapter 700: How About a Streamer Tournament?
This streamer tournament wasn’t some formal, large-scale competition. The venue didn’t require extensive decoration, no audience seating was needed, and there was no preparation area. So, the faster it could be organized, the better.
Chen Mo simply stayed in the magic capital, overseeing the various arrangements for the tournament. As for the news about the streamer tournament, it was quickly disseminated through major streaming platforms to the streamer community of *PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds*.
The general rules remained unchanged, but a few additional conditions were added.
Each team must have at least two streamers with a certain level of popularity, and they were allowed to bring in two substitute players.
When calculating scores, kills by streamers and kills by substitute players would use different scoring coefficients. The difference wasn’t huge, but it would favor the streamers.
As for the rewards: first, the streamers from the top three teams would receive exclusive promotional slots on their respective streaming platforms. Second, outstanding individual performers might secure high-value contracts with streaming platforms or get opportunities to try out for major esports clubs and become professional players. Finally, they could receive special awards issued by the *PUBG* officials as permanent personal honors, even obtaining corresponding rare in-game markers, limited-edition outfits, and so on.
These rules were mainly designed to encourage streamers.
After all, this was a streamer tournament. To some extent, it was an entertainment event, and the streamers had to be the stars.
It was foreseeable that many streamers, in order to achieve better results, would definitely recruit a bunch of high-scoring players from the game to carry them while they just sat back and relaxed.
And *PUBG* happened to be a game where you could coast along quite comfortably. In a high-level professional match, you absolutely couldn’t have a weak link dragging the team down. But in this kind of entertainment tournament, it might end up devolving into substitute players fighting it out while the streamers just shouted “666.”
Therefore, when calculating scores, there was a certain weight bias toward streamer kills, but this bias was minimal. The truly decisive data were still hard metrics like chicken dinners, kill counts, and survival time. This bias in kill score weighting for streamers was merely an incentive measure and wouldn’t affect the fairness of the event itself.
Of course, some streamers might try to exploit loopholes—for example, having a substitute player weaken an enemy and then the streamer finishing them off. The organizers didn’t really care about this kind of behavior.
If they had that kind of skill, they were welcome to exploit the loopholes. But more likely, trying to hand over kills would just backfire…
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Chen Mo was reviewing the detailed draft of the tournament rules submitted by Yanhuang when he suddenly received a phone call.
He glanced at the caller ID—it was Zou Zhuo.
Chen Mo answered, and the chubby guy immediately said, “Boss, save me!”
Somewhat puzzled, Chen Mo asked, “Save you from what?”
Zou Zhuo said, “Boss, do you know about the streamer tournament?”
Chen Mo: “…Of course I know. I’m the one organizing this tournament, how could I not know?”
“That’s great. Here’s the thing,” Zou Zhuo explained. “For this streamer tournament, Old P and I agreed to team up, but we haven’t decided on the other two spots yet. We originally wanted to ask Lin Xue, but she flat-out refused, saying she’s too bad and would hold us back.”
Chen Mo nodded. “Yeah, she really would hold you back… So why not just find other teammates?”
Zou Zhuo grimaced. “Find others? Where? The main issue is that I’m not much better than Lin Xue. I’m afraid I’ll drag Old P down. Boss, can I ask you to be our substitute player?”
Chen Mo was speechless. “You’re dreaming big. Why don’t you just aim for the sky?”
The chubby guy chuckled. “But Boss, I read the rules several times. There’s no restriction on who can be a substitute player. It doesn’t say you can’t be one, right?”
Chen Mo flatly refused. “Not interested. As the designer of *PUBG*, I still have to present awards to the winning teams. How would it look if I ended up awarding the prize to myself? That’s just not right.”
The chubby guy pleaded, “Boss, if you don’t come, I’ll end up in last place. My streaming career, which was just starting to pick up, might be ruined right here. How could you bear to let that happen…”
“You’re getting cocky just because you got a little advantage. I’m telling you, don’t even think about using me.” Chen Mo thought for a moment. “Speaking of candidates, I’ll recommend two people for you.”
Zou Zhuo perked up. “Great! A recommendation from you is sure to be reliable. Boss, make sure you recommend some heavy hitters, or else they might not be able to carry me…”
Chen Mo said, “You could go find Haimi.”
Zou Zhuo: “??? Haimi? Wasn’t he banned from streaming?”
Chen Mo: “He’s banned from streaming, but there’s no problem with him participating as a substitute player. Besides, the officials didn’t ban his account, and the tournament rules don’t say he can’t join. Haimi might have used a soft aimbot before, but his actual skill is fine—he’s on the same level as Old P.”
Zou Zhuo suddenly realized, “Right! Even though Haimi used a soft aimbot and got roasted pretty badly, he’s still way better than those other cheating streamers. I’ll go talk to him later… But that’s still one more spot left?”
Chen Mo thought for a moment. “As for the other one, I’m not sure if he’s a streamer. You’ll have to find him yourself. His in-game ID is Jademp. If you can get him on your team, you’ll be in a very solid position.”
Zou Zhuo was a bit confused. “Isn’t that the name of that AI? You want me to ask an AI to play in a tournament? That would indeed be solid…”
Chen Mo chuckled. “It’s not an AI. It seems to be a real player. I think I was mistaken last time. Anyway, try to find him. That guy’s a heavy hitter.”
“Alright, thanks a lot, Boss. I’ll treat you to a meal later!” Zou Zhuo said cheerfully before hanging up.
The streamer tournament was only a few days away, and Zou Zhuo was pretty nervous. Mainly, he had a very clear understanding of his own skill level—he struggled even in low-tier matches, let alone a streamer tournament…
But dropping out would be even more embarrassing, so Zou Zhuo had to grit his teeth and go through with it.
If he lost, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But if he ended up dragging Old P down, that would be really awkward…
Old P and Haimi knew each other from before, just as acquaintances, so Old P took on the task of contacting Haimi. Old P didn’t have any objections either, because the overall player community still had a pretty good impression of Haimi. If Haimi could perform well in this opportunity, there might even be a turnaround for him.
Haimi was surprised that Old P reached out to him personally.
After his streaming was banned, Haimi had disappeared from the public eye. Old P and Zou Zhuo inviting him at a time like this was essentially giving him a hand, so Haimi agreed without a second thought.
As for Zou Zhuo, he was busy tracking down the mysterious Jademp.
It didn’t take much effort, because that guy was actually streaming on Moyu…
Zou Zhuo didn’t notice at first, but after doing some research online, he found out that Jademp was a somewhat controversial figure.
Opinions about this person among fans were all over the place. Some said he got chicken dinners in the cheater server, others said he was stomping noobs in the regular server, some claimed he was the AI that almost killed Chen Mo, and others insisted he deliberately used the same name as the AI to ride on its popularity…
Zou Zhuo was a bit confused, but since Chen Mo recommended him, it couldn’t be wrong.
The livestream room had a fan group for Qin An. The chubby guy joined the group and directly messaged Qin An privately.
“Hey man, you there? How about a streamer tournament?”