Dong Dongchen had the look of a petty villain who'd gotten his way.
The live chat in the stream absolutely exploded.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Bro, I was so wrong!"
"Chen's still the sharpest judge of talent! I'm sold!"
"Okay, you're right, you're right! But why are you yelling so loud?! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Chen, stop shouting! Your neighbors are gonna call management! We get it, you're awesome!"
Dong Dongchen sat back down. Looking at the screen full of comments, he felt all the frustration that had built up over the past month or so melt away.
He switched back to Lin Ye's perspective, ready to continue watching the match.
And just then, he happened to glance at the stream's backend data out of the corner of his eye.
The next second, he froze completely.
Concurrent viewers... 500,000!
Dong Dongchen felt his breathing become erratic.
Sure, he had over six hundred thousand followers.
