Chapter 79 Beibei’s Online Debut

"Alright, everyone get ready to shoot—action!" Yan Mei’s command rang out, and filming began.

Lin Xi sat upright at the commentary desk, while Bei Bei started the commentary, "Okay, we can see now that both teams have locked in two heroes each. T&K has chosen their support and marksman first—it looks like they’re going for the elevator strategy. With Da Qiao and Gongsun Li, they can return to base infinitely, which gives them great sustain. This should be interesting!"

The pace of commentary matched the process displayed on the big screen, where Lu Yu Xiu, Fan Hao Xuan, and the extras followed the rehearsed sequence, selecting the pre-arranged heroes.

Mu Bei Bei continued, her gaze fixed on the big screen, surprise flashing across her face, "Oh? YQS has banned two jungle heroes, both of which Ze Xing often uses as MVPs. It seems YQS intends to control the game by targeting T&K’s jungle position. Ze Xing might be in some danger!"

Yan Mei’s camera then focused on Lu Yu Xiu and Fan Ming Xuan.

Qin Ze Xing, wearing a black baseball cap, looked cold and serious, his deep eyes fixed on the phone screen, calm and collected. Beside him, Shang Zhe seemed a bit anxious, pushing his headset and speaking to Qin Ze Xing, "Ze, looks like they’re invading your jungle. Pick an early-game strong hero, don’t start with zero buffs."

Qin Ze Xing’s expression remained indifferent, as if he didn’t even regard the opposing team as a threat. He turned coolly and replied, "What’s there to panic about?"

The camera quickly switched back to Mu Bei Bei, who explained rapidly, "YQS has locked in a marksman with decent self-preservation. Right now, things don’t look great for T&K. YQS has chosen a strong early-game jungler, and their support is Ghost Valley, clearly planning something big."

Under Yan Mei’s direction, the camera zoomed in on Su Chen, who was manning the secondary angle, filming the big screen.

The big screen’s visuals synced with Mu Bei Bei’s commentary. Lin Xi’s face appeared earnest and professional, "Okay, both teams are now in a preparatory state. Comparing T&K’s lineup to YQS, T&K is at a disadvantage. YQS has its own weakness—their marksman lacks support early, making it hard to perform. This is truly a clash of titans; let’s wait and see."

Shang Zhe waited impatiently for the game to start, never still, stretching his wrists and raising his arms, urging his teammates over the headset, "Come on, move your fingers, loosen up! We’re about to face a tough match!"

Qin Ze Xing ignored him, simply pressing his cap lower.

One teammate spoke with a hint of annoyance, "Zhe, you’ve played so many matches. Why are you always so uptight? Relax, we have Ze Xing—what are you afraid of?"

"Pfft! You shallow bunch, this is called respecting your opponents!" Shang Zhe retorted, still disgruntled. "You all rely so much on Ze Xing—what if he’s not here one day?"

Their in-game chat could be heard by Mu Bei Bei, thanks to her earpiece.

She explained: The live commentators could listen in to both teams’ in-game chatter, then select interesting exchanges to share with the audience. Because the venue was noisy, spectators could only see the players’ expressions and gestures, not hear what they discussed.

Mu Bei Bei shared with a smile, "On T&K’s side, Shang Zhe is rallying the team before the match, and as usual, his teammates are giving him a hard time."

"Beside him, God Xiu remains calm, not sparing Shang Zhe even a glance, he…"

At this point, Lin Xi suddenly paused, sensing something amiss.

"Cut!" Yan Mei’s sudden call brought everyone on set into fits of laughter.

"Xi, what’s up with you? You called out God Xiu’s name mid-scene—Ze Xing and God Xiu aren’t even close! How much do you love our God Xiu, huh?" Fan Hao Xuan laughed the loudest, pointing at Lin Xi without mercy.

Lin Xi realized her mistake after the director called cut, her face so red she wanted to hide beneath the commentary desk. Good heavens, she’d called the wrong name during filming—how embarrassing.

All eyes turned to Lu Yu Xiu.

He sat casually, deep laughter in his eyes, a faint smile at his lips, his aristocratic aura flowing effortlessly from every gesture. He gazed at Lin Xi with a barely concealed sense of pride.

The ambiguous atmosphere made extras and staff shudder, Fan Ming Xuan cried out, "Ugh, you two are too much—bullying us singles! My hair’s standing on end!"

Lin Xi quickly stood and bowed to everyone, her head lowered in embarrassment, "Director, so sorry, let’s do another take."

"Alright," Yan Mei replied, not as stern as Lu Jin when filming, more like the ringleader of the gossip crowd, "Today, little Xi and God Xiu owe us milk tea! Let’s go again!"

"Yes!" Fan Ming Xuan cheered the loudest.

Since the couple went public, the whole crew seemed to have become their cheerleaders; Lin Xi couldn’t count how many times she’d blushed. Now, she didn’t bother with shyness, echoing the director, her brows arched in a smile, "No problem! Today, 'Young Master Lu' will treat everyone to milk tea!"

She deliberately turned and raised her brows at Lu Yu Xiu, flashing him a bright smile, her eyes and expression full of playful pride—like a pure yet charming little fox.

Lu Yu Xiu leaned on the esports desk, his deep, ink-black eyes recording her every move, a faint smile dancing in his gaze.

With everyone watching, he spoke gently, "As my wife wishes." The affection in his tone nearly melted those around him.

"Ahhh!" The people on set erupted—wasn’t this blatant public display of affection?

"This is outrageous! What did I do to deserve this? Why must I be subjected to your couple’s lovey-dovey antics?" Fan Ming Xuan went from shock to despair, grinding his teeth.

Staff and extras all nodded in fierce agreement.

"Alright, alright, settle down. Let’s continue. Yu Xiu, mind yourself—little Xi is getting shy!" Yan Mei quickly reeled the atmosphere back in.

Lin Xi, hearing Lu Yu Xiu’s words, felt her courage dissipate. He was so shameless, saying such things with everyone around! She hurried back to the commentary desk, head down, embarrassed by all the attention.

"Director, let’s start quickly!" Lin Xi clasped her hands to the camera in a gesture of ‘please, please.’

Yan Mei could hardly contain her laughter. She ordered, "Alright, everyone get ready—"

Fan Ming Xuan quickly returned to his seat, and Lin Xi exhaled deeply, slipping back into character.

"Action!"

Mu Bei Bei resumed her commentary, "The match has begun. We can see YQS’s jungler and support heading straight for T&K’s jungle to invade! Ze Xing can only give up the blue buff and decisively farm other monsters—T&K is falling behind early, YQS has the advantage, starting strong."

Yan Mei’s camera captured the tense, exciting atmosphere.

"Twenty minutes into the game! The teams are neck and neck, both having lost their mid-lane second towers. Now, both sides are probing, ready to make a move… T&K’s warrior Meng Tian initiates! He flashes in front of YQS’s mage, unleashes his ultimate, and goes all out!" Mu Bei Bei’s excitement soared; she gripped the microphone tightly, eyes glued to the big screen, speaking at a rapid-fire pace.

On set, Jiang Jing An wandered in and stood beside the staff, watching the scene. Listening to Lin Xi’s passionate commentary, he nodded in approval—actors really could become anyone!

"This team fight ends with YQS nearly wiped out; T&K’s jungler Ze Xing is now poised to take the dragon…"

"Cut!" After a while, Yan Mei called over the walkie-talkie, "Okay, thank you everyone, that’s it for today! We’ve rented this venue for two days, so we’ll finish the rest tomorrow. Go get some rest!"

"Thank you, director!" nearly all the actors chorused, and the staff clapped symbolically before packing up for the day.

At last, the busy day was over. Lin Xi finally relaxed, rising from the commentary desk. She watched the staff bustling about, then turned to find Lu Yu Xiu’s chest right before her.

She didn’t care anymore; with a soft hum, she squinted and nestled into his arms, bonelessly leaning against him as he wrapped her shoulder, holding her close.

Lu Yu Xiu gently rubbed her head, feeling a bit sorry for her—after a day of matches and commentary, his girl had suffered enough.

"Darling, let’s go home," his deep, magnetic voice resonated from his chest into her ears.

With her head buried in his embrace, she nodded quietly.

Now, in the back seat of the car, Lin Xi lounged lazily against Lu Yu Xiu’s arm. She tilted her head to look at him; his handsome face was expressionless, always calm, like a nineteenth-century gentleman stepped out of a painting—his features clean and flawless, perfection incarnate.

Lin Xi tentatively reached out to touch his face. He glanced at her in surprise but didn’t stop her; instead, he lowered his head to make it easier for her, worried she’d tire her arm.

"Xiu, your skin is so nice—so pale and tender. I really envy you," Lin Xi teased, kneading and pinching his cheeks like a little bandit.

He chuckled softly, his voice melodious and filled with affection, "Anything that belongs to your man is yours. Touch it however you like."

"Love you, love you," Lin Xi was so pampered, she had no room for complaints, wrapping her arms around his neck and showering him with affection—after all, with her boyfriend, there was no need for restraint.