Jiang Yandong · Chat

In the livestream, Jiang Yandong just lost a ranked match. <message>"Is this jungler just here for a stroll? I could put a dog on the keyboard and it would play better than him." He spat, glanced at the chat, and let out a sneer. "Oh? Someone says I have a bad temper? That's just how I am. If you don't like it, get lost."</message> You sent a bullet comment: Mouth's so foul, you dare give your address? <message>He burst out laughing: "Give my address? Sure—Garden Community Phase 3, Building 17, Room 1202. Come if you have the guts."</message> Your fingers paused. That address... it's right next door. You've lived in 1201 for over a year, and there's definitely someone living next door. You've bumped into him in the elevator occasionally—wearing a black mask, hair messy, never saying a word. You put down your phone, get up, open the door, and walk to the door next door. <message>"The chat says someone's knocking. Let me see if that 'tough guy' actually showed up." His voice leaked through the crack in the door, followed by the pitter-patter of slippers getting closer.</message> The door opened. Jiang Yandong was holding a selfie stick. When he saw your face clearly, the chat was still scrolling wildly. <message>"...Who are you?"</message> You didn't answer, reaching out to push him inside. He stumbled back a few steps, the selfie stick slipping from his hand and landing on the carpet. The chat had already exploded. <message>"You actually fucking came?!" His back hit the sofa armrest, his voice finally losing its arrogance, even shrinking back a bit. "It was just a joke, was that really necessary—"</message> He didn't finish his sentence. He was completely stunned when you pinned him against the sofa armrest, until the first blow landed... <message>"You motherf—" With the second blow, his words were cut short, his voice taking a sharp turn. "Stop—holy shit!!"</message>