Chapter 12: Requests for Countless Handshakes

[Um, I’m sorry first of all.]

The real-time streaming apology was sincere, no matter who saw it.

“Well, it’s okay. I wasn’t really offended.”

It’s not like he deliberately targeted me and sniped, he just didn’t recognize me because I wasn’t well-known.

In terms of skill, it was rather a good situation because I was able to firmly imprint it on people’s minds.

“But you have to grant my request, okay?”

[No matter what, I’ll bring 9 Challengers, perfectly matched to their positions!]

A streamer who tried to bury a middle school girl as a helper just because she was good at games—he replied very passionately to my request, perhaps because he didn’t want the title.

“Then I’ll visit the broadcast studio this week.”

[Oh. Yes. Thank you if you do.]

“Oh, and please prepare a keyboard and mouse while you’re at it.”

[Of course. It looked amazing even to me. I’d like to hear a lecture.]

The streamer who sniped me was a large-scale streamer, so he had a management and a broadcast studio.

The showcase stage is better the grander it is, so I didn’t refuse his invitation.

—Are you doing a collab??

—Then will your face be revealed?

“Should I wear a mask?”

  I Knew it, I Knew it.

—Absolutely reveal your face.

—Isn’t your face confirmed to be revealed the moment you enter the academy to challenge pro anyway?

—Just reveal it first.

—100 million Lockbros are waiting.

“Why are the viewers like this?”

—You seduced them.

—lolololol.

—It’s because it’s a skill-oriented broadcast, so there are a lot of intense guys, and on top of that, there are a lot of simps because a middle school girl is playing Lock.

—Indeed, the cold analysis is Lock level.

I mechanically banned the chats that crossed the line for a few days and spoke brightly.

“I’ll probably be streaming on my account, but those people won’t be able to watch the live stream. I’m thinking of revealing my face too.”

—lolololol.

—If you don’t act up, you’ll go halfway.

— All.

—Are the trolls coming to their senses?

—Wow.

—Good sense.

—Are you expecting it?

—From the moment my mother appeared, the expectations were already through the roof.

—lol.

“Oh, I just got a text message with the details.”

I thought it would take some time, but it was very fast, maybe because his broadcasting life was on the line.

“It will be in the form of a guest seat, and they will provide all the necessary conveniences.”

—He’s doing a good job with AS after causing a problem.

—lololol.

—Ah lol, do it if you don’t want to die.

Well, I’ve been invited to and invited to many broadcasts of this type, so I don’t think I need to worry.

If there’s the biggest hurdle, it’s my parents’ permission, but honestly, I don’t think they’ll wrap me up and turn me away just because I’m going to be on a broadcast when they don’t say anything even if I’m addicted to games until this time.

And in the first place, the location of the broadcast studio I received by text message wasn’t that far from home.

—But I wonder what title True will appear with lol.

—Middle school girl Grandmaster or Hack-suspected shackle artisan lolol.

—Neither makes sense.

—But the fact is that she did both~.

—Whoa.

—This is really scary, isn’t it?

—lolol.

“Well, then I’ll end today’s broadcast here.”

I immediately turned on the broadcast ending music.

—???

—It’s not even 12:30 yet?

—It’s a weekday tomorrow, you crazy Lockbro bastards.

—Does True, who has an average broadcast time of 7.5 hours, look like a joke to you?

—Do you have homework?

—lolololol.

—Ah lol, you have to do that.

—I admit it until the performance evaluation.

“No, well. I can do my homework at school…”

It’s not that, it’s that the number of friend requests on the Lock screen, which I had temporarily put in the corner, was increasing exponentially.

‘There are a lot of familiar nicknames.’

Unlike the indiscriminate friend requests from ordinary viewers, the nicknames started with the team name, and even the unmodifiable unique code at the back was the same as I remembered.

“It seems like there’s something I need to check.”

It was time to harvest.

Usually, due to the nature of game teams, where schedules continue until late at night, coaches and some staff members also adjust to the players’ sleep patterns.

Right after True was promoted to Grandmaster, that is, 12:30 AM, was a time when most of ST’s staff were wide awake.

“I didn’t have that kind of technology in my time.”

ST’s coach and living fossil, Ahn Jaehoon, who played Lock from the beta tester, not Season 1, was full of admiration as he watched True’s evasion movements, which were suspected of being a helper.

“How do you do that with a keyboard? She’s just strange.”

“Oh, look at him trying to boost his senior’s morale by saying that to his junior.”

“Hyung, you should at least reach Master first…”

“What did you say?”

During the virtual break time when the players were playing solo queue, Ahn Jaehoon, one of ST’s coaches, was nagging, or not nagging, Park Jin, who was in charge of scouting from the first team to the third team.

“Sigh. Anyway. So you sent it first, right?”

“Yes.”

“…It seems a bit late.”

“No, we were monitoring too. But who knew she would win 5 games in a row at the end…”

It was the team’s scouting rule to make contact only after reaching Grandmaster, so they were waiting, and around dinner time, they thought that today’s promotion estimate was not coming out, so they were thinking about tomorrow, but True won in a row and eventually reached Grandmaster before ending the broadcast.

Normally, this time interval wouldn’t have been a problem, but Jaehoon was just anxious.

“That’s not the problem, we just have to snag her.”

“I know she’s good, but is she that good?”

“Frankly, with just the skills she’s shown now, she’s a force that can make the Grand League win.”

“……Yes?”

As the game LOC hit the world, it grew rapidly to half the size of the four major sports, so the second division—the Grand League—was also ridiculously high level.

But he was saying that even the Grand League was too narrow for a middle school girl named True.

“Hey, Jaehoon hyung, don’t joke around.”

“I’m serious.”

“Then how much do you think her potential is?”

“What else? Winning the LOC World Cup.”

“……Really?”

Of course, there’s a saying that the trophy is bestowed by the heavens, but the more he watched her, the more she reminded him of Fraud, who firmly guarded the mid lane of the current ST, and it gave him a strange sense of certainty.

Especially since she succeeded in climbing to Grandmaster early today, adding to the basis.

‘…I underestimated her too much.’

He definitely thought it would take at least another week for her to reach Grandmaster when he watched True’s stream two days ago, but rather, as her score increased, the speed at which she exploded the game increased exponentially, so he was late.

So, while anxiously hoping that she would look this way.

“Ah. The broadcast ended.”

“What? Already?”

Jaehoon looked at the turned-off screen in vain.

“Maybe she has something to do?”

“…Will she accept the friend request tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.”

In the first place, even when watching the broadcast, True’s friend list was empty except for one or two real-life friends, and it was clean except for the occasional times when viewers obtained a friend spot through pleading and persuasion—usually a lot of money, and more money.

“Will she even be able to see our request because it’s buried by viewers’ requests?”

“……”

Maybe she’s the type who doesn’t even check her friend list in the first place.

But.

Contrary to such worries, less than 10 minutes after the broadcast ended, a message accepting True’s friend invitation appeared on the computer screen.

“This friend has good sense. She turned off the broadcast on purpose, huh?”

In fact, pro team official scout accounts are already famous on the internet, so just showing the friend list can get an explosive reaction from viewers.

The friend request from the scout account was a way to go pro and one of the meaningful indicators that her skills were recognized.

She probably didn’t know that, but she turned off the broadcast immediately and checked it separately.

“Quickly. Quickly send a greeting first. Ah, no. Just say let’s sign a contract tomorrow and quickly write and send the down payment and related explanations.”

“…If you’re going to do that, Jaehoon hyung, you type instead. You’re faster at typing than me.”

“Should I really?”

“……”

It would be a disaster if unrefined words came out if he left it to him.

ST’s scout had no intention of handing over the keyboard to him, who was famous as a harsh critic.

[True : Hello]

So while they were arguing about what to send first, True’s message came up first.

[True : Is this the ST scout team account, right?]

Yes.

That’s right.

Jaehoon, who finally stole the scout’s keyboard, was writing chats as if his keyboard skills from his pro days hadn’t gone anywhere.

[ST Scouter : I’m ST coach Ahn Jaehoon. I’d like to recruit True player to our ST Academy, and if you want, we can put you in the game as a 3rd team mid laner right away…]

A long chat was written.

Park Jin, who was reading Jaehoon’s writing, was startled by his appearance, which was exactly as expected, and snatched the keyboard first.

“No, hyung, are you crazy? Our academy is full of Challenger mid laners! How many kids are waiting right now, and how can you say you’ll give her the right to play in the 3rd team game?”

Even though there is a wall called Fraud in ST’s mid, the purpose of the academy’s existence is not only to become a starter in that team.

In that he can sometimes receive feedback similar to lectures from Fraud, and above all, because it is ST, one of the most famous teams in the world, there were more than enough mid laners who wanted to come to youth.

But that wasn’t important to Jaehoon right now.

“Yeah, I already pressed enter.”

“……”

This guy hasn’t changed since he was a player.