Ever since he started streaming Xu Xi's gameplay, Ji Yang had rarely streamed other players these days.
After all, compared to other players, Xu Xi's speed in tackling instances was downright rapid.
He didn't want to miss a single one of the young man's live streams.
Although he had worried several times whether such frequent instance runs would affect the young man.
However, seeing that the other's condition seemed quite good in every instance, that worry had faded a bit.
Perhaps it really was as some netizens said, the young man simply found staying inside the player space too dull.
Sure enough, not long after, he once again received a stream start notification.
Ji Yang skillfully started the stream, and the live stream comments skillfully flooded in.
[I don't even need to keep an eye on Master Xu Xi, I just keep an eye on you, streamer]
[Quite a few people are streaming Master Xu Xi's instances now, but I still love listening to San Shui's commentary the most]
Ji Yang smiled: "Thanks for the support, folks."
[Not just that, the Central Television's instance live stream commentary channel has already listed Master Xu Xi as a regular commentary subject]
[Not surprised at all. It would be weird if he *wasn't* listed as a regular. I actually think it's late]
[248 is finally getting the attention he deserves!]
[If they don't pay attention to such dazzling results, then that would be supernatural]
Ji Yang was similarly unsurprised by this.
The authorities would regularly select some representative and instructive instances to explain in the form of public live streams, hoping to help the public understand clearance strategies and accumulate experience.
At the same time, top-ranked outstanding players would be listed as regular commentary subjects. Every one of their live streams would be fully recorded and deeply analyzed for the public to observe and learn survival techniques from.
The fact that Xu Xi was only now officially selected, as the comments said, even felt somewhat delayed.
[Huh? Why are there a bunch of foreigners in Master Xu Xi's new instance?]
[This is... on an international flight?]
The live stream feed on the computer screen in front of him gradually cleared, pulling Ji Yang's wandering thoughts back.
Looking at the scene on the screen, which was clearly the interior of an aircraft cabin, he couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
Most importantly, the passengers' skin tones were not the same, and their attire was also slightly different from the current style.
But he quickly figured out the reason.
"Because there are currently no Hua Nation players with a rank close to 248 running an instance, so he probably got matched into an international instance."
Hearing this, the comments instantly erupted.
[We've rarely seen international instances since the players developed that tacit understanding]
[After all, the difficulty of international instances is generally higher, just look at the instances from the four mixed-team competitions]
[After Master Xu Xi clears this one, will he be able to team up with Liang Bu and the others for the next instance?]
[? How come it's international... Wait, how come no one's running the script?]
[How come it's an international instance ah but just believe in Master Xu Xi that's all he's the man who created miracles blah blah blah... There, satisfied you]
[...]
"That's hard to say. 248's timing might not align with theirs." Ji Yang first replied to the comment asking about the team-up situation, then seeing the comment about running the script, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Master Xu Xi is forever godly, 248 is the eternal GOAT, satisfied you."
Right then, the scene on the screen underwent a new change.
Ji Yang and the comments almost simultaneously fell silent, stopping the banter, their gazes tightly locked on the screen.
——
Xu Xi closed his eyes, then opened them.
What met his eyes was a gray-white aircraft cabin, rows of blue seats that weren't exactly spacious. An air conditioning vent was aimed right at his face, the faint sound of airflow piercing his eardrums.
He was sitting on a blue seat by the window, a seatbelt cinched around his waist and abdomen. To his right was an oval-shaped porthole.
However, outside the window was nothing but darkness, thick and impenetrable.
This is... on a plane?
Xu Xi tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.
Next to him sat a man with blond hair and blue eyes, currently looking down and flipping through a magazine.
Across the aisle diagonally were two passengers with darker skin tones, conversing in low voices.
From the row behind came the murmurs of a child, with a mother softly soothing.
Different skin tones, different languages, different attire... Could this be another mixed-team type instance?
Xu Xi was somewhat surprised.
No.
He quickly denied it.
The fourth mixed-team competition had just ended, the fifth was in three months, and participating in the mixed-team competition required registering for the selection.
So... what's going on here?
More importantly, who were his teammates for this instance?
*
The moment Itanu opened his eyes, he discreetly observed his surroundings, confirming within two seconds that his environment was the interior of a moving airplane.
Outside the porthole was only a vast expanse of black, though the cabin lights were bright.
He slowly sat up straight, trying to identify all the players matched into this instance one by one.
Itanu certainly recognized this as an international instance, but he wasn't surprised.
Because he had already participated in one before.
[Itanu is so unlucky, another international instance]
[Don't say that. Itanu survived safely in the last instance, and he'll do the same in this one]
[I wonder which countries' players will be Itanu's teammates this time]
[Hope there aren't any from Hua Nation. The Hua Nation player in the last instance was truly despicable, actually using our Itanu like a long pole to swing around]
[Exactly! Itanu's Hard as Iron wasn't meant to be used like that!]
[Ah, you can't possibly run into Hua Nation players every single time]
Itanu tried to distinguish for a while before giving up with a frown.
There were simply too many people, too mixed.
