<h4>Chapter Ch5 - Wild Little Fan</h4>


    <i>trantor: xiin</i>


    <i>editors: merysl & Pyromancer</i>


    Two dayster, while Tyron was reading a book, he received an official email from the league.


    The email said that Spotlight Media wanted his permission to use the recordings from his previous fight, edit them, and include them in their program that would be broadcasted next week. The licensing fee was 800 dors for every second that Tyron appeared in the final version of the program.


    This price was considered to be very high, mainly because Tyron was evaluated by GNA as a ‘B-list yer’ as soon as he appeared. The endorsement and appearance price for B-list yers had a lower limit. If the price was too low, the League woulde out and protest.


    So, even though Tyron had not revealed his real name, Spotlight Media still took the initiative to offer him a B-list price.


    Therefore, one weekter, Tyron received nearly 40,000 dors in ‘appearance fees’.


    .


    Spotlight Media had its own live broadcasting tform, video websites and portals.


    After they obtained Tyron’s authorization, they included his video in two separate programs. One was the monthly ‘X-month highlights’ that was broadcasted monthly; it summarized the most exciting scenes in the e-sports world that month and was geared towards entertainment. The other was the ‘XX strategy andmentary’ that was done in coboration with GNA; it would focus on a certain profession in each release and analyse their ssic PK techniques. They would also select several representative yers orpetitions to illustrate and exin their examples. This was a professionalparison between strong yers.


    Thetter was not very easy to do, and usually required enough material in order to bepleted.


    But the former program happened to be broadcasting soon, and the video of Tyron PKing that pitiful ‘machine gun mage’ was added at the very end of the broadcast.


    When the countdown ended and the huge ‘1’ disappeared, the lens showed a close up of Tyron’s dark golden pupils and slowly pulled away...


    The match had been almostpletely edited. The mage began his ‘machine gun attacks’, Tyron rushed forward and got close, the mage used Flicker, and Tyron simultaneously used Shadow Leap, bursting out with a terrifying attack speed. The mage used Alpha Substitute to escape and counterattacked, but Tyron quickly followed up and harvested his life... The entire process was full of twists and turns. It was extremely exciting, and the brilliant sections basically didn’t require any edits.


    The viewership for this program had always been very high. After all, many people did not like to watch live broadcasts and preferred to watch some of the particrly amazing highlights for entertainment.


    As a result, the screen was covered in a barrage of scrollingments: “Don’t drink water while watching, instantaneous explosions up ahead!” “Nuclear explosions ahead! Nonbatants should quickly evacuate!” “Mother, I’m kneeling!”


    Long discussions ensued in thements section, and they began to specte about the true identity of ‘yer #419’. Most people thought that #419 was a long-established high level yer in the scene, and began to guess from the list of famous assassins.


    The name ‘Lord Four’ was bing more and more famous on the inte, and mister Tyron the antique had no idea that currently, his nickname had been finalized just like this.


    .


    Three dayster, Tyron took part in the 16-to-8petition.


    His opponent this round was a summoner. He was the type of summoner that required time to set up before his full power could be unleashed; he started with one summon and began to prepare for more– as long as he could hold on for 10 seconds, he would be able to pull out five summons and begin a true battle. If he was given 30 seconds, even if he only had a sliver of blood, he would still be able to pull out ten summons to encircle the enemy and grind them to dust...


    Unfortunately, however, he waspletely suppressed by Tyron.


    Even thementator did not know what to say. ‘“Lord Four’s explosive power was obvious to everyone. As a fragile summoner that wore cloth armour, wasn’t it too ridiculous to want to be able to drag out the fight for 10 seconds?!”


    The entire match took less than 10 seconds. The dead summonerid beside the second summon that they had used their life to call out, having died with evesting regret.


    After the game was over, the host once again asked if they had anyments.


    The summoner didn’t know what they should say, and finally said weakly, “I was rather unlucky... encountering my natural enemy.”


    Those in the audience all nodded, and showed expressions of sympathy.


    It was Tyron’s turn to speak. After he epted the microphone, he calmly said, “No.”


    But Tyron only took a brief look at his opponent’s information, and then once again ran off to the library to learn more of this world’s knowledge.


    .


    Tyron often came to the library these days.


    Ever since he had almost been recognized as Pei Rong by a fan, he had always been careful to put on some form of disguise.


    But because of his temperament, it was also understandable people would sometimes peep or outright stare at him.


    But the person peeping at him today... What did it mean if he had been standing in ce and staring at him for ten minutes?


    .


    Tyron silently closed the book in his hand, casually raised his head and met the gaze of the fellow who had been sneakily staring at him for the past ten minutes.


    Looking through the gap between the books, he could see that the peeper was a young man in his twenties. His face was still a little tender, and he looked like he was of mixed ancestry. He had a pair of fine-framed sses on his face, and was wearing a stiff uniform adorned with school badges and medals on his chest. At first nce, it was evident that he was an exemry student representative.


    Tyron: “Hello, what can I do for you?”


    The other party was stunned for a moment, then quickly gathered his wits. “Well, no, I’m just...”


    When people were looking for excuses, they would often nce around subconsciously as they searched for inspiration—his expression was so obvious that Tyron could tell from a nce.


    Tyron: “Looking for books?”


    The young man: “Uh, yes, I’m looking for... History of Development for the Warp Engine, a book written by Dr. J. George.”


    “This is the politics and history section.”


    “Ah, sorry, I’m new here...” The young man blushed, and it was obvious that he was forcing himself to calm down as his adam’s apple bobbed and he avoided meeting Tyron’s eyes. “I’m not familiar with the sections here.”


    Tyron narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly. “You’re new here and yet you’ve borrowed more than twenty books before?”


    “Ah...?”


    “Two pages of your virtual book pass has already been used. That is to say, you’ve borrowed at least twenty books before.”


    The young man’s face waspletely red, and he felt like he was about to burn up. He hurriedly continued, “I... I borrowed my friend’s book pass.”


    Tyron looked at him for a while, then suddenlyughed and said, “Aren’t you looking for a book? Let me take you there.”


    “That’s really... Thank you so much, really.”


    “My name is Tyron. It’s nice to meet you.”


    “Victor... Me too.”


    .


    As the two of them rounded the bookshelf...


    Inside Victor’s heart: It’s over! I’m screwed! I lied three times during our first conversation! Was I very annoying just now? Did I forget to put on cologne when I left the house today? Probably not. What if he hates the smell of my cologne? ...Ah, how shitty. Stop getting distracted, Victor... what book did I lie about wanting to get just now?


    Inside Tyron’s heart: He likes me. Tsk, tsk.


    .


    Tyron casually asked, “Are you a student from nearby?”


    “No, I’m not.” Victor said, “I came back... To give the opening speech for the freshmen and introduce the Imperial College of Engineering, our alma mater.”


    Generally speaking, those who would be invited to give speeches during the opening ceremony were all excellent students that ranked in the top 10.


    Tyron: “You must have been a very good student before you graduated.”


    Victor’s face heated again and he said, “Actually, I’m not a very qualified student. When I was in school, I would also... skip sses, too.”


    “Oh, that’s human nature.”


    As Tyron spoke, he stopped his steps to look at thebels on the shelf.


    When his head was turned, Victor took in a deep breath. “...”


    Help!! Who’s going to stop me from rambling on?! I should have told him that I had three degrees and that the reason I missed a few sses was because I couldn’t fit it into the course schedule...


    .


    Tyron: “What kind of engine history did you just say you wanted?”


    Victor: “History of Development for the Warp Engine, by Dr. J. George.”


    “It doesn’t seem verymon. Was this your major?”


    “No, No. This is... a hobby and interest of mine.” Victor said, “I always read misceneous books. You must find it amusing.”


    Tyron: “That’s no big deal.”


    There were now two lines of tears running down Victor’s heart. No! Stop being modest and tell him that you’re not the kind of person who skips ss and reads pointless books, Victor! At a time when a man was supposed to show their best side, why was he some!


    A few secondster.


    Victor: “Um... Excuse me...”


    “Hm?” Tyron naturally looked back at him.


    Victor: “...” Ah, who am I? Where am I? What was I going to say just now?


    With a gentle expression on his face, Tyron slowly extended his hand towards the area beside the young man’s ear, and finally pped his hand lightly against the wall behind him.


    Kabedon!


    Victor stepped back in surprise, leaning against the bookshelf behind him. He was stuck in this kabedon position,pletely unaware of the fact that he could dodge.


    After a while, he seemed to ept his fate and huddled in front of the bookshelf, his facepletely red. His blue eyes were wide with helplessness as his gaze glued onto Tyron’s face.


    .


    Then, Tyron reached out and brought down the book from the shelf behind him. He spoke as he handed it over, “History of Development for the Warp Engine. Is it this one?”


    Victor: “...”


    “Hm?” Tyron dragged out the single syble.


    Victor finally got his brain back on track. “Yes, it’s this one. Thank you!”


    “You’re wee.”


    .


    Inside Victor’s heart: Hurry up and ask for his contact information! Contact information! Information! Info!


    Two secondster.


    Victor: “You... You... You’re a nice person.”


    Tyron: “...”


    Victor: “...” Mom, your son is a total wimp. QUQ


    .


    For some reason, Tyron had the pleasurable feeling of ‘having caught a little hamster that passed by outside of work, and then ruthlessly and thoroughly bullying him’.


    He raised the book in his hand and enunciated carefully as he spoke, “By the way. I have a question to ask. There’s an abbreviation in this book that wasn’t exined at all—what is this ‘G-spot’?”


    Victor was shocked: “G... What?!”


    Tyron repeated, “G-spot. You also don’t know what it means?”


    Victor’s face was so red, his earlobe almost looked like it was bleeding.


    Tyron: “???”


    Victor: “That, that’s... a very sensitive spot... in the human body... ahhh.”


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