After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 72 - : Qiaoqiao, I’ve Moved Away, Cant You Be More Magnanimous?

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Qiaoqiao, I’ve Moved Away, Can’t You Be More Magnanimous?

The second round was still won by Meng Wangge’s team with a strong lead, and in the third round, Lu Tianxin’s team, with the only professional player, eked out a victory after taking a whopping thirty kills.

“Meng Wangge’s team comes in second, Lu Tianxin’s team in last place,” the director announced the final results.

“Liang Mengyun, what the hell were you playing? If it wasn’t for you, I feel like we could have won the second round. You fed the enemy too much in the early game, and let their economy soar.”

While leaving his computer chair, Gu Nanmo didn’t forget to cast blame, he hadn’t even finished clearing the jungle when Liang Mengyun had already died twice, and all the kills went to the opposing jungler.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at playing top lane, but it’s not like I did it on purpose. What could I do when they dived me under the tower and you guys didn’t come to help?”

Liang Mengyun was nervously sweating, she had never played top lane in private, and she had stated that before the game, but none of them were willing to swap positions with her, so she had no choice but to play it out.

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Moreover, she was already being very cautious, staying right by the tower. Where could she possibly go when the enemy tower dove her?

“Being bad is just being bad, why all the excuses? I’m just unlucky to have drawn you.”

Lu Tianxin was extremely resentful too, directing all the humiliation of being killed repeatedly by Meng Wangge onto Liang Mengyun—it was because she was so bad and useless!

“I…” Liang Mengyun didn’t know how to refute when both of them blamed her jointly.

The venue wasn’t very large, so their conversation naturally reached the ears of everyone present.

Sang Qiao glanced at the screen, which was still showing their performance chart, and said in an unhurried tone, “You two played well, one jungler with ten percent damage output, one mage with six percent.”

In the already quiet venue, her words seemed exceptionally clear.

“You! What business is it of yours what our team is discussing?” Lu Tian’s face reddened with irritation and discomfort.

Sang Shen frowned tightly in disapproval of her harsh attitude towards Qiaoqiao:

“She said from the start that she wasn’t good at top lane, but you all said it would be fine to just play casually. Now that you’ve lost, you’re throwing the blame around. Can’t handle a loss, can you?”

“The second brother is right, you shouldn’t just blame others. Look for reasons within yourselves. As a jungler and a mage, neither of you even once came to the top lane to gank. Do you really think you played well?”

Sang Siyang also shared his analysis, clearly pinpointing the faults of the pair.

“We…” Gu Nanmo was left speechless and visibly troubled.

[Gu Nanmo really disgusts me, he insisted on taking the jungle role, claiming he was good at setting the pace, yet he spent two-thirds of the game in the jungle without showing up. Is that his idea of being good?]

[The worst part is that he’s bad and yet he thinks everyone else is at fault. It’s so frustrating!]

[Sister Meng Yun really got the short end of the stick. She kept getting tower-dived and no one came to support her. Sang Emperor, do you really feel okay about leaving her to be bullied like that?]

[All I can say is that Lu Tianxin’s team was unlucky, having only one professional player. The rest of the four were all dead weights with barely any basic skills, so it’s no wonder they lost.]

Liang Mengyun’s gaze unconsciously settled on Sang Shen, her cheeks flushed with a touch of red. The sense of being blamed and ostracized almost instantly dissipated.

This was the first time Sang Shen had spoken up for her, defending her.

Gu Nanmo and Lu Tian were rendered speechless by the criticism and shut their mouths dejectedly.

The set had quietened down considerably after a minor squabble, with everyone sitting on the benches waiting for the crew’s vehicles to arrive for pickup.

Sangling Siyang took the opportunity to sit down next to Sang Qiao. His nervous fingers incessantly rubbing against each other, “Qiaoqiao, do you have more filming this afternoon? Do you want to stay here for lunch?”

“No thanks.” Sang Qiao didn’t even lift her eyes, continuing on with her game of matching tiles.

Her unyielding competitive spirit had been entirely ignited; she wanted to see how long it would take for her to conquer this second level!

“What game are you playing? Do you need my help? I’m good at lots of games,” Sang Siyang didn’t give up, continuing to look for topics to talk about with her.

“I don’t need it.” Sang Qiao’s small face, as big as a palm, was icy, still exuding a “Don’t mess with me” attitude.

Sitting nearby and secretly paying attention, Sang Shen’s mouth broke into a smile, his handsome face seemed much softer, “Fourth brother, don’t disturb Qiaoqiao’s game.”

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Sang Siyang: “…” You’re the haughty one, you can’t even add someone on WeChat and you’re acting all brotherly here?

“Second brother, fourth brother, what are you talking to Sister Qiaoqiao about?” Sang Jiao came over to join in, even altering her form of address for Sang Qiao.

She felt so thoroughly ignored that her inner panic undoubtedly deepened. She was afraid that if it went on like this, not only would her popularity almost vanish, but she would also lose her place in the Sang Family.

“Nothing much.”

“Just small talk.”

Their responses came one after the other, yet both meant essentially the same thing—they had no intention of telling her.

Sang Jiao’s hand clenched unconsciously, filled with displeasure. She had no choice but to shift her focus back to Sang Qiao, who was sitting and playing her game.

She purposely said, “Qiaoqiao, are you playing a game? You’ve been angry for so long, can’t you forgive us yet? When are you coming home? We’ve already cleaned up your room for you, I’ve moved out already, won’t you forgive us?”

“Jiaojiao, shut up, don’t spout nonsense,” Sang Shen frowned slightly, instinctively feeling that the comment was in poor taste.

What did she mean by saying she had already moved out? What would netizens think? They might even believe that it was Qiaoqiao who forced her to move.

[Sheesh, isn’t that a bit much? Just because she took the blame once, she’s angry for so long, and now even forcing Jiaojiao to move out? Isn’t that excessive? In the end, Sang Qiao clarified everything, there were no losses, can’t she be a bit more magnanimous?]

[Sisters, taking the blame is something from years ago, doesn’t that mean Sister Qiao moved out of the Sang Family years ago?]

[Feels confusing, but there must be more than just this one incident, otherwise why would Sister Qiao ignore even Yang God?]

[I think Sang Qiao is just being troublesome, doesn’t know how to descend gracefully, causing disharmony in the family.]

[…Some netizens are really speechless. If it didn’t happen to you, you wouldn’t feel the pain. Victim-blaming is disgusting!]

“I’m not talking nonsense. I really can’t stand to see our second brother kneeling in the hallway trying to apologize every day, his knees are all bruised, and Qiaoqiao won’t even take a look. It really upsets me.”

Sang Jiao, as she spoke, broke down into tears, her pitiable state seeming to be out of concern for her brother, instantly winning the sympathy of many netizens.

At the same time, Sang Jiao’s words also shocked everyone present. The Sang Emperor had been kneeling in apology every day? Despite that, Sang Qiao wouldn’t even spare an extra glance.

No wonder the Sang Emperor seemed to walk with a limp some days, likely from kneeling so much.

Sympathy was evident in everyone’s eyes; they hadn’t expected that behind the glamorous life of the Sang Emperor, his private life could be so dire.