Little Crispy was currently playing a chicken dinner game.
She looked relaxed, playing while chanting, "Streamer gets a Chicken Dinner, send a plane! Streamer gets a Chicken Dinner, send a plane! Where is the plane? Where is the plane?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the Stream Viewers started commenting.
"Send a hammer? You've been playing for two hours and haven't even gotten a bite..."
"Are you sure the 'chicken' the guy upstairs is talking about is the proper kind?"
"Commercial break: I've been 'eating chicken' for twenty years. Two hundred once, five hundred for three times. DM me if interested!"
"Damn, never mind the high price, isn't it disgusting for a grown man like you to 'eat chicken'?"
"You're the big man! Your whole family is big men! This lady is actually a young miss, and the kind with long legs, too."
"I don't believe it, unless you stream yourself 'eating chicken' for me??"
"Streamer, the colors in your live room are too heavy, they're as yellow as your hair today."
"..."
There were five people left in the game now, and naturally, the remaining few were quite skilled.
Little Crispy's attention was entirely focused on getting the Chicken Dinner; she wasn't looking at the bullet screen at all.
Otherwise, given her personality, if she saw such suggestive comments...
She would definitely immediately give the Stream Viewers in her live room a morality lesson, and certainly wouldn't be as quiet as she was now.
Jiang Cheng watched Little Crispy's movements. She carefully hid in the dark, pointed a gun, and immediately headshot and killed a Cunning Veteran nearby.
While securing the kill, she also safely threw a landmine.
After the kill, Little Crispy even naughtily started dancing on the spot.
I have to say, Little Crispy's gaming skill was much better than the amateur Qiao Yinyin's. She truly deserved to be a Game Streamer.
"Hahaha, only three left! Is the Streamer finally going to get the Chicken Dinner this round?"
"I was just about to leave, but I guess I'll watch a little longer. What if she actually gets the Chicken Dinner? Can't miss that."
"Upstairs, are you starting with the suggestive jokes again? Count me in."
"+1! Want to see Little Crispy get the Chicken Dinner!"
"+2!"
"..."
After forgetting herself in her smugness, Little Crispy hid and glanced at the bullet screen.
She saw that the Stream Viewers in her live room were making suggestive jokes and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She ruthlessly complained, saying, "You bunch of old perverts! The Streamer just won't get the Chicken Dinner, won't get the Chicken Dinner! Getting the Chicken Dinner is impossible, unless you send a plane! If the plane takes off, I'll get the Chicken Dinner!"
After Little Crispy said this, two more people fell on the field. Now, only she and one other person remained in the Chicken Dinner battleground.
The chance of getting the Chicken Dinner was now very high.
Seeing this situation, the Stream Viewers started teasing again.
"Streamer, you just want to play with the 'chicken' but not 'eat' it, right?"
"Damn, I really admire the guy upstairs. How did you even type those words? I can't even tell what you actually mean."
"It's impossible to send a plane. Isn't getting a free ride better?"
"The Streamer is only saying that because she can't win the Chicken Dinner. Everyone, don't fall for it and send planes."
"Agree with the comment above: don't fall for it, don't send planes."
"Anyway, even if we send one, the Streamer won't get the Chicken Dinner. I know her temperament."
"Do you really know her, upstairs??? Please enlighten us."
"..."
Little Crispy saw that the bullet screen had exploded again.
"You bunch of scoundrels, you just can't stand to see me succeed! I'm telling you, I'm definitely going to get the Chicken Dinner this round! I swear, if I don't get the Chicken Dinner this round, the Stream Viewers in my live room won't have any 'chicken' to eat in the future!" Little Crispy stuck out her tongue and smirked at the screen.
"Holy crap, actually, I don't really want to see the Streamer get the Chicken Dinner."
"Streamer, I take back what I just said. Don't eat the chicken! I'll send you a plane, is that okay? I truly don't want to eat chicken at all."
"Little Crispy is starting with the suggestive jokes too. It's over, it's over."
"Little Crispy, something is off!"
"..."
Seeing that her words had immediately silenced the Stream Viewers in the live room, Little Crispy laughed uncontrollably with joy.
Jiang Cheng watched her smug expression as she interacted with the Stream Viewers.
It was quite entertaining.
After lifting his invisibility status, Jiang Cheng descended upon Little Crispy's live room.
He immediately gifted ten planes.
Little Crispy couldn't help but stand up excitedly when she saw Jiang Cheng reappear.
She happily exclaimed, "Wow, Sea God Great One is here!! Great One, wait a moment, I'll get the Chicken Dinner right away."
The crowd of Stream Viewers started booing again.
"Little Crispy, did you forget your oath just now? You got the Chicken Dinner? Are you going to make the Sea God 'eat chicken' later too???"
"The goddess is starting to suck up; suddenly, her brain isn't working anymore."
"Holy crap, that change of attitude was too fast."
"..."
Jiang Cheng looked at the bullet screen and typed: "No Chicken Dinner. Come be a Bush Dog for me."
As soon as Jiang Cheng typed that, the Room Administrator immediately notified Little Crispy.
Seeing Jiang Cheng say this, Little Crispy didn't delay and immediately agreed obediently.
"Okay, Great One. Great One sends a plane, the Streamer won't get the Chicken Dinner. The Streamer will immediately go out and feed the enemy."
After speaking, Little Crispy really did deliberately expose her position and started dancing right in front of the enemy.
This left the opponent dumbfounded, and they took her out with a few shots.
Seeing Little Crispy's wacky move, it wasn't just Jiang Cheng who was amused.
The Stream Viewers in the live room were also dying of laughter.
After all, it was the Sea God Great One's request, so what did they have to complain about?
The Stream Viewers also started typing.
"Remember the last game where Principal Wang acted as a Bush Dog for the Sea God..."
"I'm really curious about the Sea God's true identity."
"Curious +1!"
"Was that those few games when he played in a four-person squad with the Streamer??"
"What gossip? I want to hear it..."
"Go search for it on the hot search yourself."
"..."
After a short interlude, Jiang Cheng gifted Little Crispy ten Super Rockets and then left the live room.
He immediately opened the King's Game.