Han Mo popped a piece of cola candy into his mouth to refresh himself, lightly scoffing, “What are you thinking? I’m not interested in ordinary guys either.”
Xiao Nuo clicked his tongue, “Your standards are too high, but it’s okay, you’re young, plenty of time to find someone.”
Chen Zefeng said, “Captain, saying that, don’t tell me there’s someone in your heart?”
He was surprised but also relieved.
If the captain liked men, wouldn’t that mean no one would compete with him for Little Wildcat?
Han Mo tapped the candy with his tongue, avoiding the topic, and said calmly, “Let’s start the game; someone is waiting.”
After resting for more than ten minutes, they started another round on the snow map.
This round, the safe zone was smooth to the end, and they won the chicken dinner effortlessly.
But Yan Yibing wasn’t very happy because he had almost no gains. Almost any pro player, with their eyes open, could secure a chicken dinner.
No choice, sometimes this game really depended on luck.
After resting for a while, Yan Yibing leaned over to the voice changer, “Brothers, how about a round of Miramar?”
As soon as Chen Zefeng heard this, he got excited, “Come on, Miramar is mine!”
Although Chen Zefeng was a relatively weaker player in Prince, he was skilled in the desert map. In every professional match, he played a crucial role in the desert.
He hoped to show off his skills in Miramar and increase Little Wildcat’s favorability.
Han Mo checked the time and said calmly, “This is the last one.”
He wasn’t really interested in playing games with female fans. Three rounds were his limit.
Xiao Nuo also said, “Ah, the time is almost up. How about one last round?”
“Sure,” Yan Yibing said a bit regretfully. He still had the Rainforest map to play, but this matter couldn’t be rushed.
Chen Zefeng tentatively said in a low voice, “Will Little Wildcat come tomorrow?”
The bidding for their game companions was not cheap, and Little Wildcat had already spent six hundred thousand. The probability of her coming tomorrow was probably low.
If she didn’t come, when the game ended, Chen Zefeng wanted to get her contact information.
Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Sun Tianjiao.
Sun Tianjiao’s face stiffened, hesitating for a moment.
Three rounds for 600,000 was a bit expensive, and with four players on the Prince team, it wasn’t certain that Han Mo would play tomorrow.
Yan Yibing understood his meaning, turned his head, and vaguely said, “Let’s see, I don’t know if there’s time.”
As the game interface changed, they appeared in the training square.
With a countdown of one hundred seconds, Yan Yibing tore open a jelly packet to eat.
He played casually, not needing to command or use firearms. Just following Han Mo was enough, so he didn’t bother checking the flight path.
However, while wandering in the lobby, Yan Yibing inadvertently glanced at an ID—
CNG-yanyu.
Yan Yibing widened his eyes, coughing violently; the jelly nearly choked him.
Did I get this right? Is this damn PCL starting early?
Clearly, Xiao Nuo noticed it too.
Xiao Nuo exclaimed, “Damn! CNG’s Yu Yan is here too?”
Chen Zefeng’s enthusiasm, which had just surged, instantly cooled down.
Originally, one captain was enough to hinder his performance, and now, another god-tier opponent appeared from the opposing team.
Moreover, if Yu Yan was here, then there was a high probability that the entire CNG team was present. They were practicing, and by chance, they got matched with them.
Han Mo frowned, opened the public mic, and walked up to Yu Yan, “Yu Shen, what a coincidence.”
Yu Yan smiled, “Indeed, indeed, indeed. Are you also training? I was planning to arrange a practice match next week, didn’t expect to run into you earlier.”
Han Mo said, “We’re doing a live broadcast event, accompanying a fan.”
Yu Yan regretfully said, “If I had known, I would have brought my son Gou Bing along. Otherwise, in the practice match, you would have left him behind.”
Yan Yibing’s nerves tensed up, and the laziness he had before vanished instantly.
He was squatting in a corner with the Little Wildcat account, and at the moment when Yu Yan mentioned his name, adrenaline surged to the highest point.
This was too unfortunate.
H He intended to quietly play a few rounds, but unexpectedly, both the people he bumped into were acquaintances. If they found out he was pretending to be a girl, acting cute, he’d lose face.
Han Mo fell silent for a moment and murmured in a low, desolate tone, “It’s because he doesn’t bring me.”
“Huh?” Yu Yan didn’t quite catch that.
But the countdown had already ended, everyone boarded the plane, and they didn’t have time to chat.
Yan Yibing, however, heard it very clearly and felt a bit angry.
Could he just lie freely behind his back?
Clearly, it was Prince who never participated in the practice matches when Zero was around. Now they could still blame it on him?
Barrage:
【Damn, this round is so exciting! Two professional teams collided, what are the odds?】
【Damn, Little Wildcat doesn’t deserve it, she’s so bad.】
【Please, Little Wildcat, don’t drag down my husband. Thank you. Please, Little Wildcat, don’t drag down my husband. Thank you.】
【Little Wildcat’s luck is too good. I admit it. This money wasn’t spent in vain. It’s like she’s playing with both Prince and CNG.】
【This isn’t something you can buy whenever you want. She’s practically participating in a round of PCL!】
Yan Yibing glanced at it and couldn’t help but sneer.
He couldn’t care less.
He participated in PCL every year, and he was almost fed up with these people.
Xiao Nuo glanced at the flight path and spoke in the team voice chat, “Let’s drop at the mansion, clear it, then head to the power plant. CNG usually goes to Lion City. We don’t need to clash with them in the early game.”
Han Mo, a man of few words, simply replied with an “Hmm.”
Chen Zefeng chuckled bitterly, “What luck is this? We have to put in the effort of a professional match. Little Wildcat, stick close to me. This round is challenging, and I can’t guarantee a chicken dinner for you.”
After all, the other four were professional players, and on their side was a newbie, Little Wildcat.
Understanding their situation, Yan Yibing softly said, “Do your best, don’t mind me.”
In his heart, he thought, “Fight, fight! The more intense, the better. Let me see your new strategies!”
Xiao Nuo quickly reported, “Three teams dropped at the mansion, two headed toward the power plant. There are quite a few in St. Martin; we can collect some tolls later.”1collect tolls: a slang or metaphorical expression. It refers to a player dominating or getting kills in a particular area of the map, making it challenging for other players to pass through without facing resistance or danger. The idea is that the dominant player is like a toll collector, demanding a price (kills or challenges) from anyone attempting to cross through their territory.
This time, Yan Yibing didn’t dare to be lax. He deployed his parachute faster and began searching for a house as soon as he landed.
After a quick search, he picked up an M762 and a Mini14.
The Mini 14 was a favorite among European and American teams. Although Yan Yibing wasn’t wasn’t particularly skilled with it, he had practiced with it.
This gun may not have the damage output of some renowned sniper rifles, but the continuous bursts feel satisfying.
As for the M762, it had a lot of recoil, and he had no attachments for it yet.
In the nearby housing area, Xiao Nuo had already engaged in a gunfight. Yan Yibing listened to the sounds, glanced at the opponent’s position, and saw a glimpse of a head.
He aimed the gun but decided not to shoot.
Swiftly, Xiao Nuo took down the opponent, and Yan Yibing breathed a sigh of relief.
“The opponent had a better gun than me, it was close. Fortunately, I managed to control the damage effectively.”
At the same time, Han Mo’s grenade eliminated two people hiding on the second floor, getting lucky with two kills.
Yan Yibing praised at the right moment, “Han Shen, you’re awesome! I’m coming over, take me to get that chicken dinner!”
Hearing Han Mo’s impatient sigh, Yan Yibing smiled.
Chen Zefeng urgently said, “Sister, don’t go that way. The captain’s side has more enemies and hasn’t been cleared yet. Just hide for a while!”
Chen Zefeng performed well on the desert map; his equipment was almost complete, and he also secured two kills.
While Xiao Nuo healed up, Chen Zefeng took the initiative to go to the location where vehicles spawned to find a car.
When he returned, the mansion was mostly cleared, with a rival squad having retreated to the wilderness.
Chen Zefeng parked the car, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “Little Wildcat, can you drive?”
During the island bridge assault, Little Wildcat’s driving skills were impressive. However, with professional players in this match, if they all got in the car and Little Wildcat made a mistake, they might get wiped out.
Having experienced being led by Little Wildcat across bridges twice, Han Mo knew that Little Wildcat’s driving skills were far superior to ordinary players.
“She…”
Yan Yibing quickly refused, “No, I’m not familiar with the desert map.”
Surprised, Han Mo raised an eyebrow in front of the screen.
Xiao Nuo said, “Never mind, I’ll drive. If CNG goes to Lion City, we won’t meet them in the early game. But looking at the circle’s position, they’re quite lucky. We need to have a grand voyage in the late game.”
They preemptively blocked the road at a small incline, successfully robbing two teams coming from St. Martin.
After harvesting the kills, Xiao Nuo didn’t linger. He headed straight for the textile factory.
They planned to occupy this area because CNG’s next target was likely to be here.
Getting there early would give them an advantage.
The car bumped along the road, and over the headphones, besides the roar of the engine, they could faintly hear the distant sounds of motorcycles.
Han Mo aimed his gun to the left, and Chen Zefeng aimed to the right.
Gunfire erupted as expected from the abandoned building.
Han Mo, armed with a 4x scope, fired over a dozen QBZ bullets, barely taking down an opponent.
Seeing Han Mo exert so much effort, Chen Zefeng, equipped with an 8x scope, considered turning to help. He had an easier time than Han Mo in landing shots.
However, Yan Yibing, with a keen sense, furrowed his brows.
He shouldn’t have turned.
There was no threat on Han Mo’s side. A few more bullets would surely eliminate the opponent.
But Chen Zefeng turned, revealing a vulnerable state on the right hill.
As expected, the next second, a shot rang out. Chen Zefeng exclaimed, “Damn! There’s someone on the right hill!”
His armor was shattered by the shot. If the opponent fired again, he would be done for.
Xiao Nuo quickly changed his position, but at the same time, tension rose on Han Mo’s side too.
An armored vehicle came straight towards them from the other side. The enemy had signaled for a vehicle, and this one had extremely high damage resistance. They were at a disadvantage, and Han Mo couldn’t spare time to support Chen Zefeng.
Chen Zefeng’s palms were sweaty, teeth clenched, and his face almost pressed against the screen.
Xiao Nuo’s car kept swerving, and Chen Zefeng couldn’t find the person aiming at him, making it impossible for him to counterattack.
Bang!
【CNG-jianghelu eliminated Prince-zefeng with a VSS sniper rifle】
Chen Zefeng angrily pounded the table, “Damn it! In a small pit behind the slope, that bastard Lu Jianghe deliberately hid there like a snake!”
Chen Zefeng felt terrible.
In this round, not much time had passed. He had the best equipment and was taken out by a player from another team. His gun and scope all fell on the ground, and his teammates couldn’t go back to pick them up.
It was too much.
Xiao Nuo was also anxious, “Why did we run into CNG here? Did they come specifically to block us?”
Chen Zefeng raised his voice, “Quickly take down Lu Jianghe! Hurry, take down Lu Jianghe! His position is too tricky!”
Xiao Nuo couldn’t help but shout too, frustrated, “I fucking know! The captain is busy, damn it!”
Caught in an open area with no cover, sandwiched between enemies, they were on the verge of being wiped out.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
【xiaoyemao eliminated CNG-jianghelu with a Mini14 marksman rifle】
Chen Zefeng took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and exclaimed, “Nice! Nice! Nice!”
But the next second, as he saw who made the shot, his expression froze.
The skillful play he just witnessed was beyond what he could achieve, even if he practiced for another year.
Was this the same little wildcat who struggled with assault and sniping just moments ago?
Yan Yibing finished his quick shots, almost regretting he hadn’t thrown the mouse away.
Sometimes, the hands move faster than the brain.
The almost-wiped-out emergency situation just now stimulated him. He spotted the silhouette on the hill, barely taking a moment to decide; his hands were already in motion.
This was a conditioned reflex formed over many years of a professional career. He couldn’t bear to expose his back to the guns of the opponent team.
With precise shots from the Mini14, he swiftly eliminated Lu Jianghe.
Just this move alone – in the entire league, no more than three could pull it off. He was certain there would be suspicions about him.
Barrage—
【???】
【What’s going on? Did I just go blind? Who made that shot just now?】
【Little Wildcat, did the Mini14 kill CNG’s Lu Jianghe? Or was it a moving target practice?】
【Brothers, I’m a noob. I want to ask, is it possible for a noob like me to make such a spectacular play?】
【Who was insulting Little Wildcat as a noob yesterday? One by one, kneel down and apologize!】
【I’m an amateur, but it seemed like Little Wildcat is a bit stronger than Chen Zefeng just now.】
【You don’t have to think. In terms of sniping alone, Little Wildcat is better than Chen Zefeng.】
【Do you remember? Two rounds ago, Chen Zefeng asked Little Wildcat for an M24 and wanted to carry her for a chicken dinner. Now, he’s embarrassed.】
【I dug out a Disneyland with my toe …】2【I dug out a Disneyland with my toe…】:【我脚趾抠出一座迪士尼……】(Wǒ jiǎozhǐ kōu chū yīzuò díshìní……) a humorous and exaggerated way of expressing surprise or disbelief.
Sun Tianjiao didn’t even bother pinching Yan Yibing anymore; he started pinching himself, his face filled with despair.
With this sniping skill, if anyone couldn’t see that he was a professional player, they must have some brain issues.
He comforted himself; this also indicated that Yan Yibing was always standing at the pinnacle of the professional scene.
Even as he got older, he remained at the peak.
After a long silence, Xiao Nuo cautiously said, “Little Wildcat, you’re… quite amazing.”
Yan Yibing forced a smile, his breath like a strand of silk, and said nervously, “… It’s just luck when I play with a sniper. I didn’t expect my luck to be this good.”
Chen Zefeng breathed a sigh of relief, “So, it’s luck. You scared me. I thought you were a pro. You don’t know, the one you just took down is a professional player from the CNG team, quite formidable. Be careful and stick with the captain later. You won’t have such good luck every time.”
Sun Tianjiao: “…” Hold on, talking about brain issues and brain issues has arrived.
Yan Yibing saw that Chen Zefeng was completely convinced, and relaxed a bit.
“Okay, I’ll definitely stick close to Han Mo gege.”
“Heh, Han Mo gege?” Han Mo holstered his gun, suddenly repeated with a light tone, dangerously squinting his eyes.
The skillful sniper shot he witnessed just now, if he said he wasn’t surprised, it would be false. Besides the sniper shot, there was also a skilled driving technique and excellent bridge-crossing evasion awareness.
After a while, he calmly reached for his phone, opened the WeChat of the head of the team’s IT department, and sent a message:
【Help me check an IP address, immediately.】
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