Chapter 701: The Strongest Streamer Team in History
Qin An was initially puzzled. The person on the other end claimed to be Zou Zhuo, inviting him to participate in a streamer tournament, and even wanted to team up with Old P.
Of course, Qin An knew who Zou Zhuo and Old P were. These two were basically among the more well-known streamers in the "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds" section of the Moyu streaming platform.
Old P had both skill and popularity, while Zou Zhuo... he had Chen Mo on his friends list.
With these two teaming up, it was definitely a star-studded lineup. Why would they come looking for him, a nobody?
Although Qin An had already gained quite a few viewers streaming "PUBG," he was at best a small-time streamer. There were plenty like him on the Moyu platform.
Qin An initially thought the other party was a scammer. Zou Zhuo felt awkward and had to screenshot his personal Moyu account to convince Qin An.
"Uh, I've never participated in a competition like this before. I hope I won't hold you guys back," Qin An said uncertainly.
Zou Zhuo quickly replied, "Hey, no problem. It's my first time too. Oh, by the way, there's another teammate named Haimi. You don't mind, do you?"
Qin An: "Haimi? The streamer from before? Of course I don't mind. So that means all three of you are big shots..."
Zou Zhuo hurriedly said, "No, no, no. You're the big shot here. I might even need to cling to your coattails later. So it's settled. Let's find a place in the Imperial Capital to meet up sometime and practice a few four-man squads beforehand."
Qin An asked, "When exactly is the streamer tournament?"
Zou Zhuo replied, "Four days from now, in Magic City."
"Uh..." Qin An hesitated for a moment. "The train tickets to Magic City are pretty expensive."
"...Don't worry, we'll ask Old P for the money. He's loaded," Zou Zhuo said, stunned. How could this big shot be short on a few hundred bucks for a high-speed rail ticket?
After hanging up, Qin An was still wondering to himself, why was Zou Zhuo being so polite to him?
What he didn't know was that Chen Mo had personally recommended him. How could the little fatty dare to be anything but respectful...
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News of the streamer tournament spread quickly. Major streaming platforms and video websites went all out in promoting the event, and the players' reactions were nothing short of enthusiastic.
This level of hype was actually within the organizers' expectations. The reasons were simple: first, streamer tournaments naturally came with built-in traffic; second, this was the first relatively authoritative "PUBG" competition.
Rivalries among streamers had always existed. Even within the Moyu platform itself, the so-called "battle for the top spot" was a deep and murky undercurrent.
For core fans, they loved to argue about whose favorite streamer had better skills or was stronger overall.
These streamers usually played their own games—some stomping noobs, others climbing the ranks. Since "PUBG" didn't have a clear ranking system, fans arguing about who was stronger often ended up talking past each other, unable to reach a conclusion.
But with the streamer tournament, things changed. If a streamer could win the championship through their own skill, it would be the most credible proof of their ability.
Many players were also curious: what would a "PUBG" competition actually look like?
From the official announcement to the actual tournament, only four or five days had passed. During that time, the tournament's popularity exploded!
"Place your bets! Which streamer will win the championship? Old P at 1.4-to-1 odds, Little Fatty at 8-to-1!"
"Upstairs, you'd go bankrupt running a betting ring. Your info is way outdated! Old P and Zou Zhuo are on the same team!"
"Oh, then both of them are at 8-to-1 now!"
"Pfft, you really underestimate Little Fatty. You think he could break Old P's thick thigh?"
"I heard streamers from other platforms are also preparing. There will be 25 teams this time. Especially those skilled but lesser-known streamers—they're all holding their breath."
"Does anyone know who the other two members of Old P and Zou Zhuo's team are?"
"No idea. Haven't followed it. But they'll probably find two high-ranked randoms, right? That's what other streamers are doing."
"I'm worried this competition might turn into a battle of ringers. I still want to see the streamers' own performances."
"Well, that's not certain. If a streamer is too bad, they'll just be a cheerleader shouting '666.' I think those who call themselves skilled streamers will really want to prove themselves."
As the competition day approached, many streamers' team rosters were revealed.
However, these rosters weren't officially announced. Players found out through various channels. Many streamers chose to team up with skilled high-ranked randoms to boost their team's overall strength.
The list was incomplete. Many teams had blank spots, and the final participants wouldn't be known until the day of the competition.
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"Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner!"
Looking at those bold words, Zou Zhuo felt a bit dazed.
Another chicken dinner?
And I haven't even killed a single person!
The little fatty was speechless. He had lost count of how many times he had been carried to victory...
Ever since these four started training together, it seemed like they had never lost.
Old P, Haimi, and Qin An were competing with each other for kills, while the little fatty just shouted "666" on the sidelines...
Of course, Zou Zhuo wasn't completely useless. His strength lay in remembering various terrains, resource points, and where players tended to drop. So the little fatty became the tactical advisor, specializing in route planning and strategies.
He also acted as a human radar, scouting for enemies.
Often, as soon as the little fatty spotted someone and called out their position, two sniper shots would ring out, and the enemy would be dead.
One shot to knock, one shot to finish. The opponent didn't even have a chance to crawl away.
The little fatty couldn't help but sigh. What kind of three monstrous thighs had he latched onto? It was suffocating!
Old P and Haimi were also pleasantly surprised by Qin An. They found that the guy the little fatty had brought in really had skill!
It was hard to gauge exactly how strong he was, since the opponents in the low-rank matches were too easy, but it was certain that Qin An's level was no lower than theirs.
In fact, Qin An had deliberately let Old P take many kills. After all, Old P was covering the training internet fees and the travel expenses to and from the competition. Since he was benefiting from Old P's generosity, Qin An figured he'd let him have some kills to enjoy himself.
There wasn't much time for practice and coordination, but the four of them were quite satisfied with each other. Old P and the others knew the strength of other streamers well, and they felt that winning the championship in this competition was a real possibility.