Ranked matches late at night bring tears... A mixed-level Lolita/. Requests to join the team

Question: What do two men do late at night in a room?

Answer: Play games.

Tang Yuyao: “...”

Are you kidding me!

Tang Yuyao was getting a bit flustered. She had originally imagined they’d be talking about something more adult—like who Ye Cheng liked more, her or her or her... that kind of topic.

But no, they just started playing games.

Earlier, Tang Yuyao had strongly disagreed with her brother’s decision to confiscate kids’ phones. She thought it was too cruel, especially since she’d seen classmates in school without phones, unable to fit into their social circles.

It was pretty pitiful.

Back then, she’d made up her mind: she would never do that to her own kids!

Now... the boomerang came right back and smacked her in the forehead. All Tang Yuyao wanted to say to Tang Shouye was: “Bro, you weren’t fast enough back then, and you weren’t ruthless enough!”

Just wait—tomorrow, she was going to tattle to her sister-in-law. It was time to fulfill her duty as an aunt!

Any evil phone would be brought to justice!

Phone, inherently evil phone!

Tang Yuyao gritted her teeth in the next room while Ye Cheng and the little nephew were having a blast gaming together. They were lying on the bed in the dark room, the only visible things being their eyes and the flickering screens.

“Ding ding ding—”

“Our tower is under attack!”

“Request support, request jungle support!”

“Uncle-in-law, why are these people always cursing at us? It’s all asterisks, I can’t see clearly,” the little nephew said, confused. Usually he didn’t get this much flak when playing.

Why were there so many asterisks today? Two of their teammates had already been muted, leaving just one top-laner spamming “request support” until he died and told Ye Cheng and the little nephew to open their mics.

Ye Cheng shook his head. “No idea. People these days have such low standards, huh.”

“Right, right, low standards. The jungle hasn’t even been cleared yet and they want us to support. Support what? Farm first—such a simple concept.”

Ye Cheng nodded. “True. I wonder what these people use to play games these days.”

After saying that, he quietly bought a “Cursed Blade” for extra attack damage. Oh, and by the way... Ye Cheng was playing as Yao and had glued himself to the little nephew.

During the match, the little nephew made “just a little” mistakes, causing both of them to die a few times... actually, each of them died several times, adding up to over a dozen deaths total.

What was the big deal about dying a dozen times? Why get so angry and start cursing? So unclassy.

Ye Cheng sighed. “People these days are way too aggressive. It’s just a game, you know?”

“Yeah, right, just a game...”

Ten minutes later.

“Bang!”

“Defeat!”

The word “Defeat” surfaced on both their phones in big letters. Their faces were flushed red... Wow, that was fast—lost fast.

At that point, their advantage became obvious. In a five-player team, a surrender requires four votes. The strength of Ye Cheng and the little nephew’s combo was having two veto votes each.

Fight to the death, never surrender!

They drove the other three teammates crazy, forcing them to open mics only to get slapped with mute penalties. Ten minutes in, the base exploded, ending the painful torment of those three teammates.

“Hey, Uncle-in-law, I lost another star. I’m about to drop down to Platinum.”

“Really? I gained one,” Ye Cheng said.

The little nephew’s eyes went wide. “What? You gained a star? Didn’t we lose?”

“Look here—it says Gold Medal Mid Lane. Two stars added, minus the one lost for the defeat. That makes it one star gained, right?”

“No way! That’s a thing? So cool—I’ve never gotten a gold medal!” The little nephew’s eyes were full of admiration.

Overhearing this from the next room, Tang Yuyao: “...”

What the heck were these two talking about!

Tang Yuyao played the same game—Honor of Kings—and was at a pretty decent rank, around King level by casual player standards, made possible by sheer number of games.

From their conversation, she could picture exactly what disaster they were causing in the match. Their gameplay was so bad it left the other three teammates furious, all of them muted while some “friendly” family tree greetings flew around—stuff like “wishing your family health,” “good luck with everything,” “may all go well with you”...

Wholesome blessings like that. But maybe the system was jealous they were having such a good time? It automatically replaced those blessings with asterisks.

What she could see were only scattered single characters like “mom,” “you,” “ah.” But it didn’t matter—great people never complain about the environment. Ye Cheng simply imagined them as blessings and silently reported all three teammates when the match ended.

“You can get one too, just keep practicing!”

“Okay! I’ll work hard, Uncle-in-law! Oh, by the way, weren’t you playing support? How did you get Gold Medal Mid Lane?”

“No idea. Maybe the system made a mistake?”

“That can happen?”

“Of course. Come on, let’s start the next match.”

“Okay!”

Tang Yuyao: “...”

Did these two have any shame? One believed everything, the other said anything. “Support gets Gold Medal Mid Lane”? You’re basically starving the mid-laner to death!

Tang Yuyao couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t want to keep eavesdropping—she wanted in. She called Ye Cheng’s phone.

“Beep... beep... beep...”

“Doctor Tang is calling—”

“Hello? What’s up, Doctor Tang? You’re still up? I was just about to fall asleep,” Ye Cheng said smoothly without even blushing.

Tang Yuyao: “...”

“You two are playing so loudly that your noise woke me up. I’m giving you two options. Either I come over right now and kill both of you, or you let me join you in gaming. Your choice.”

Silence on both ends—her phone and the room next door.

“Xiaobao, can you handle dying twice by yourself?”

Ye Cheng asked hesitantly.

The little nephew: “???”

Uncle-in-law, are you even human?

A moment later, the gaming group plus one!

Tang Yuyao played as a mage, so there was no conflict. Ye Cheng and the little nephew kept going with their jungle-support combo, and the second match began!

Marksman: “Support, I X you X, you X, I X, X X X X...”

Sidelane: “Don’t be so angry, man—it’s just a game...”

Sidelane: “Support, why did you eat my minion wave?”

Sidelane: “???”

Ye Cheng: “Huh? Oh, was that yours? I thought no one wanted it.”

Sidelane: “...”

A few minutes later.

Sidelane: “Support, I X you X, you X, I X, X X X X...”

In the end, even that guy became the person he hated. That’s the price of speaking without consideration. Ye Cheng makes a point to elbow every player with a good attitude.

Logically, taking the mid lane minions was the most efficient move—you could just clear them on your way. But considering the mid lane mage lived right next door, there was a good chance that after eating them, the door would get kicked open.

What you take, you’d have to give back twice over. Ye Cheng ultimately gave up that idea and went with the kinder options—the marksman and the off-laner. The result? Censored, censored, censored.

Both of them got muted at the same time, slapped with a lovely little penalty. The trash talk was beyond filthy—every other word was asterisked.

Ye Cheng watched the whole thing with a grin. As for why... Tang Yuyao, next door, could hear every single word clearly. He felt like if he laughed any harder, drool might start dripping out.

Ten minutes later...

"Boom!"

"Defeat!"

The crystal exploded, and Tang Yuyao, lying in bed, sat straight up. It wasn’t just her phone screen that was red—her face was too.

Oh, and by the way, Ye Cheng’s rating for that match was gold-tier off-laner. Even though they lost, he still gained a little heart for his efforts...

What a disaster. What an absolute scam. Were those two next door even human?!!!

Tang Yuyao gritted her teeth, stood up, and stormed to the wall, kicking it twice. "If you two throw my game again next round, I’m coming over to beat you both to death!"

Ye Cheng: "..."

The little nephew: "..."

"Uncle-in-law, what do I do? This is literally all I’ve got. My aunt’s terrifying... Hey, isn’t this just forcing the impossible?" The little nephew cowered, muttering quietly, too scared to speak up.

If his aunt next door heard him, she’d charge right over and unleash her signature combo—lock him down and destroy him.

Ye Cheng sighed. "Sigh. It’s time for me to step in. I was planning to get along with you two as a regular guy, but I won’t hold back anymore. I’m coming clean—I’m a King rank 101!!!"

Ten minutes later...

"Boom!"

"Defeat!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Open the door! You two, open up! Now!"

The sound of Tang Yuyao pounding on the door came from the hallway. The little nephew trembled, hiding under the covers. "What do we do, Uncle-in-law? We’re gonna get killed, waaah..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Ye Cheng sighed, got out of bed in just his boxers, and went to open the door.

"Click."

"Damn it, you two..."

Tang Yuyao cut herself off mid-rant, her eyes locking onto Ye Cheng’s incredible muscle lines. The visual impact was stunning. She’d seen them before, sure, but never this directly.

Back then, it was always some negative effect piling up—couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t remember, couldn’t feel a thing. Just a faint impression. What a shame.

Now...

Tang Yuyao finally believed what people said online—find a good-looking partner, and when you fight, just look at their face, and all your anger melts away.

She used to think that was an exaggeration. Now? True love.

Tang Yuyao’s face was still flushed, but it had shifted from blushing red to a different, unnatural pink. "Ahem. You two better play seriously from now on. You know what I’m capable of. This is your last warning!"

She stormed in with a fury, then... stormed out with a fury. Slam. Back in her room, she slammed the door shut.

"Damn it, is that brat doing this on purpose to tempt me?"

"What if I mess up?"

"So sneaky!"

"But gotta say... not bad. Wonder what it feels like to pinch one."

A grin spread across Tang Yuyao’s face like Venom’s, her expression turning sinister. She was definitely not thinking pure thoughts.

Meanwhile...

"Click."

Ye Cheng locked the door, climbed back into bed. The little nephew, curled up in his blanket like a coward, perked up. "Uncle-in-law, that’s it? You handled it?"

"Man, that’s amazing, Uncle-in-law! Using the handsome guy trick! Hey, next time my aunt wants to hit me, if I try that, will she let me off?"

The little nephew was also wearing nothing but boxers, chubby, striking all the classic strongman poses—a stark contrast to Ye Cheng.

After a moment of thought, Ye Cheng gave a firm answer.

"Odds are, you’d get beaten to death."

The little nephew: "..."

Silently, he crawled back under his covers, deflated like a popped balloon. "Sigh, Uncle-in-law, when will I ever look as ripped as you?"

"Read more, learn more, eat less junk, sleep more," Ye Cheng rattled off, lying on his stomach and starting another game.

Suddenly, a game invite popped up on the screen.

"LoliMix ". requested to join the team!"

Ye Cheng: "???"