Xiong Xin's friends had already moved on from talking about the livestream to other things.
They were still connected to their terminals, still wearing their sensors, just so they could cast a vote when the PK battle ended.
But now that the outcome seemed set in stone, there was no need to keep watching.
"Looks like he'll be fine without us, huh? Why don't we call it a night? I was thinking of catching a late movie, haha."
"Nah, we said we'd support our bro, so we'll support him—" The speaker's expression suddenly froze. His voice caught, and he sniffled sharply. Before he could say anything else, he swallowed hard. "Wait, do you guys smell that?"
"What smell—" Leaning closer to the sensor, the pent-up aroma aggressively assaulted their senses.
The friends looked at each other in bewilderment. The sensors only transmitted what was happening in the livestreams. Xiong Xin was killing virtual Insect Race members; there was no way he could be the source of such a fragrant smell.
