When Meng Han woke up groggily, dusk had already fallen—he must have slept for at least half a day.
His first instinct after getting up was to turn on his computer, but the screen stayed stubbornly black. That jolted his memory of yesterday’s events.
Now, his phone was his only link to the outside world. He browsed gaming sites, forums, and tieba, all flooded with condemnations against him.
Some threatened to dox his address and mail bombs; others claimed they’d reported him to the police for fraud. Countless Weibo posts from internet celebrities and top streamers joined the chorus of blame.
What chilled him most was that streamers he’d once mentored—even those he’d helped rise—didn’t defend him. Instead, they piled on, fabricating quotes and deeds he’d never said or done, mocking him from their self-righteous high ground.
Meng Han clenched his fists until his knuckles crackled.
These hypocritical, ungrateful snakes, as vile as Liang Sheng—I won’t let them off the hook!
Yet amid the onslaught, one headline blared: "Congratulations to Streamer Liang Sheng for Winning the First PUBG International Championship!"
In the news photo, Liang Sheng held the golden championship trophy, basking in wild cheers from the crowd below.
Liang Sheng!!!!
If not for yesterday’s frame-up, this coveted title should have been mine!
Meng Han logged into ChiYu Live as a guest. Liang Sheng was live-streaming his victory party outdoors, with nearly 4 million viewers. Danmu comments overflowed with praise:
『Legend_Wanderer: Proved himself offline. The real #1 game streamer. Legendary!』
『NoobDiver: Way better than that cheater Meng Han!』
『BigRadish007: Can we skip mentioning that diploma-faking trash? Disgusting.』
『PiliPalaDaDuo: Exactly! Scum like him deserves to die. If he dares stream elsewhere, I’ll hunt him down and flame him to death!』
『YingChengfengCA: Trash cheater doesn’t deserve to stream!』
Liang Sheng grinned smugly at the party. Platform executives and famous streamers kept toasting him; even celebrities jostled for photos. He looked every inch the triumphant star.
But Meng Han remembered clearly: half a year ago, they’d both started streaming around the same time. Back then, his skills far surpassed Liang Sheng’s. Yet Liang had been humble, adding him as a friend and calling him "Bro Meng" while asking for tips.
Meng Han, also a rookie then, believed in strength through friendship. He shared everything openly, helping Liang Sheng’s skills skyrocket.
But due to streaming style, Liang Sheng’s popularity never exceeded half of Meng Han’s—stuck between tiers, lukewarm. Meng Han even teamed up with him in-game to boost his viewership.
Who could have imagined that Liang Sheng, seemingly modest, would turn out such an ungrateful traitor!
First, he used a Trojan horse to frame Meng Han. Then, he posted a self-righteous Weibo blast, painting Meng Han as worthless trash. Finally, seizing Meng Han’s absence from the official tournament, he snatched the championship.
This scheme shot Liang Sheng’s popularity to #1 overnight, with danmu unanimously praising him.
In that moment, Liang Sheng seemed justice incarnate—a fresh breeze in streaming, the new #1 who’d triumphed over Meng Han’s "bullying" with pure skill.
Meng Han glared at Liang Sheng’s smug face on his phone screen, fists clenched until they bled. He wished he were there, grabbing a chair to smash that treacherous bastard bloody in public.
But he couldn’t. Now, he was a despised pariah—accused of cheating, scheming, lying, and stopping at nothing.
Furious, Meng Han logged into Weibo with trembling hands. His fingers shook so badly he mistyped repeatedly, taking over ten minutes to finish his statement:
『[Gold V] Streamer Meng Han: I have never cheated in any form! The "seven sins" Liang Sheng accused me of are all lies! He installed cheats on my PC via a Trojan without my knowledge, stole my QQ account, and forged evidence. Don’t be fooled!』
Within a minute, hundreds of comments flooded in—all pure vitriol:
『zwbThorn: Meng Han, you bastard, have you no conscience?』
『Televisionking: Knew it. Exposed by Liang Sheng, he’s lashing back like a cornered rat.』
『Gale’s Banner: Brothers, my uncle’s high-up in the PSB. We found this trash streamer’s address: Room 202, Bldg 183, Tianxin Garden, Eastern Sea City. I’m gathering people to chop him up. Who’s in?』
『BigRadish007: Count me in!』
『PythonTriple6: Me too!』
This sea of slander made Meng Han nearly crush his phone. Like a madman, he frantically replied to accusers, flaming back and forth, forgetting all dignity as the former #1 streamer. His eyes burned red with rage.
Just then, frantic knocking erupted at the door.
Weird. Who’d visit? Since becoming a streamer, Meng Han lived reclusively, rarely meeting anyone offline.
Probably the landlord checking cleanliness—like last month. But cautious, he peered through the peephole.
One look nearly made him wet himself. Three burly men stood outside, gripping large cleavers, radiating murderous intent. The leader’s left arm bore a Mauser sniper rifle tattoo—a hardcore gaming fan, unmistakably.
Meng Han crept back to his bed step by step, covering his mouth to stay silent. His only hope was to pretend no one was home.
But a voice boomed: "Meng Han, you bastard! I heard your footsteps. Open this damn door now!"
After seconds of silence, the man roared louder: "Playing dead? Fine! We’ll smash the door down, drag you out, and chop you to death!"
This... this was a home invasion murder attempt?
