DSF Chapter 108

After the break, the twenty-four teams officially entered the semifinals.

The semifinals were a threshold. Currently, the remaining teams did not have an absolute gap in strength. Any team had the potential to perform well and smoothly advance to the finals.

Even the veteran teams that often reached the finals could have a poor state and underperform, stopping at the semifinals.

To say they weren’t nervous would be a lie.

Sun Tianjiao, nervous, dashed straight to the restroom. As he ran, he tried to lighten the mood by joking around with everyone.

“So, after the semifinals, what do you guys want to eat? Michelin three stars? I know a French restaurant, absolutely authentic, where even the steaks are cut straight from the cow.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Xu Rui took a deep breath, pressing his chubby hand against his stomach, worry evident on his face. “Does anyone have any stomach medicine? I could use one.”

Song Tang was puzzled. “You only had a sip of soup this morning. Why do you need that stuff?”

Xu Rui replied anxiously, “I had too much seafood the night before yesterday, and I haven’t felt right since. I’m afraid it might affect my performance today.”

Song Tang retorted, “…Relax, the seafood from the night before yesterday is already out of your system.”

“Look at you, useless. It’s just a semifinal, and you can easily pass it. Be normal!” After sternly reprimanding Xu Rui, Sun Tianjiao, still holding his stomach, said, “Anyway, you guys chat. I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom.”

With that, he grabbed a few tissues and headed for the restroom.

Fu Haifeng sighed helplessly. “Who’s the one not being normal here?”

Yan Yibing chuckled lightly. “He’s been boasting a lot this year and winning a lot of money, so it’s normal to feel a lot of pressure.”

Yan Yibing sat leisurely in the lounge, raised his hand, and took a sip of green tea.

Song Tang looked touched.

Truly worthy of being the captain!

Facing the imminent semifinals, he remained calm and confident.

This was the demeanor of a top-tier god!

In reality, Yan Yibing’s palms were sweating profusely.

Their luck was so bad in the group stage, who knew if it would improve in the semifinals.

When they first came here, they were striving for the World Championship. But the results of the group stage were disappointing for everyone. If they underperformed again in the semifinals and were eliminated, they might as well collectively hang themselves.

Yan Yibing felt more pressure than anyone else.

As the captain, he was the one who made the call on the drop points based on the flight path at the last moment.

So, clashing with PYP so many times indicates that his analysis of terrain and situation was somewhat similar to Kim Taeran’s, which also affected the entire team. But he won’t change.

The game definitely has to be approached from a global perspective. They couldn’t deliberately avoid any team and disrupt their own operating rhythm.

This meant that there was also a possibility of encountering PYP throughout the semifinals.

Yan Yibing needed to divert his focus when he felt nervous.

He logged into Weibo, wanting to see what his fans had to say.

At least there weren’t any haters on Weibo, just friends who have been supporting him all along.

Sure enough, as soon as the World Championship started, the news started to spread again.

He randomly clicked on a few messages, all filled with blessings.

【Bing Shen, come on! You’ll definitely make it! The group stage was just the beginning! I’ll always support you!】

【Bing Shen! I consulted a famous fortune teller from my hometown, who’s incredibly accurate. She said you’ll win the championship this time!】

Yan Yibing couldn’t help but smile.

He didn’t really believe in these things, but as the competition approached, everyone was willing to believe that these good wishes were genuine.

Yesterday, during Prince’s match, he heard that Ding Jun had sent someone to visit every church in Manhattan.

And he didn’t just rely solely on foreign deities; before they left, they were each given a small golden Buddha that had been blessed at Wutai Mountain.

Han Mo sincerely asked at that time, whether domestic and foreign deities would quarrel if they met, and in case they really won the championship, whose merits it would be.

Ding Jun thought about it seriously and didn’t let them wear the small golden Buddha around their necks.

Fortunately, Han Mo and the others performed well yesterday and ranked high in points.

After reading a few encouraging messages, Yan Yibing impulsively posted on Weibo.

【@ZeroYanYibing: If I’m satisfied with the results of the finals, I’ll do a backstage livestream for you guys. Hope to see you on Weibo.】

He was a bit more reserved, only saying he’d be satisfied with the results, not mentioning winning the championship.

After sending the message, the staff in front notified the players to prepare for the match.

Yan Yibing straightened his clothes and led the team to the arena.

As they reached the door, he paused for a moment and glanced back in Han Mo’s direction.

Han Mo wasn’t competing today; he came specifically to watch.

Sensing Yan Yibing’s gaze, Han Mo moved his lips slightly and silently mouthed a message.

Not “good luck.”

“I love you.”

At least in this moment, he wasn’t a competitor, he wasn’t an opponent, he was just a lover.

Yan Yibing calmly withdrew his gaze and then strode into the arena.

Luck was on their side that day; they didn’t clash with PYP again.

Perhaps PYP had also learned from their previous experience and no longer rushed in recklessly. After all, there were still chances to redeem themselves in the group stage; being eliminated in the semifinals meant they would have to wait until next year.

In the first game, Yan Yibing jumped into the bunker.

This was a gamble, Yan Yibing didn’t know why, but he had a gut feeling that the location of the bunker would be in the final safe zone. And since they had practiced the bunker tactics for three months, he was very confident.

As luck would have it this time, the bunker spawned in the center every time the zone shifted, allowing them to smoothly eliminate several teams attempting to push into the zone. Finally, in the final circle, they exchanged grenades with NNTC, and Yan Yibing’s crucial shot shattered Li Xihan’s helmet, securing them the chicken dinner.

In the second match, they played a rural to urban encirclement route. Despite the zone being unfavorable, their teamwork was impeccable, avoiding major mistakes and making it all the way to the final circle. Most importantly, they secured many kills this time, placing Zero first in points.

Xu Rui couldn’t help but hum a tune from “Borrowing Five Hundred Years from Heaven.” “Not bad, brothers, our luck is really good today!”

Fu Haifeng, on the other hand, remained calm. “Stop singing, it’s so off-key, it’s making my aim shake.”

Xu Rui retorted, “Nonsense, I am the KTV Prince, and even captain have acknowledged my singing skills.”

Yan Yibing interjected, “Really?”

Xu Rui replied, “You forgot! Back when I was still in the second team, and Tang was still in the youth training camp, there was a club gathering at a riverside villa. After a few drinks, I sang five or six songs in the living room, and you, Captain, patted my shoulder and praised me!”

Yan Yibing was perplexed. “???”

Song Tang, with an indifferent expression, chimed in, “Captain, you forgot. You left behind an earth-shattering and soul-stirring recording for Han Mo that day.”

Yan Yibing: “Fuck?”

That recording about being Han Mo’s girl?

Xu Rui asked, “What recording? Why don’t I know about it? Are you all keeping secrets from me again?”

Yan Yibing quickly tried to cover up, “I was drunk that day, don’t take what I said seriously.”

Xu Rui sighed dramatically. “…My heart is broken.”

Yan Yibing felt extremely troubled.

He couldn’t remember how many nonsensical things he had said that day and how many innocent and sincere newcomers had taken them seriously.

Song Tang asked, “Where are we dropping, Captain?”

Yan Yibing snapped back to reality, “Airport.”

Xu Rui complained, “And here I was, heartbroken, and you’re just moving on like that?”

Yan Yibing replied, “Tomorrow, Break and several strong European teams will be competing, as well as Han Mo, Yu Yan, and the others. We need to score more points today, otherwise it’ll be tough.”

As soon as Xu Rui heard this, he felt the pressure returning.

Indeed, in yesterday’s first match of the semifinals, their competitors had performed quite well.

There was only one group that was relatively weak in the semifinals. If they didn’t make an effort today, it would be even harder to stand out tomorrow.

Xu Rui stopped joking around and prepared himself with utmost determination, ready to face the intense gunfire upon landing.

In the third match, Zero ranked fourth. Their position didn’t drop, but their points were caught up by NNTC by quite a bit, with AXE closely following behind.

In the fourth match, AXE and Zero fought for the drop point, resulting in both sides suffering losses, which allowed NNTC to take advantage and claim first place.

In the fifth match, Zero struggled to catch up, but their points were tightly contested.

In the sixth match, Zero maintained their first place position, and the competition concluded.

NNTC was not pleased.

After the match ended, Li Xihan glanced in Yan Yibing’s direction, sneering disdainfully.

The overall points leaderboard had been updated.

Due to their points over the past two days, NNTC was currently ranked first overall. Although their final ranking wasn’t certain, they were definitely making it to the grand finals.

Yan Yibing couldn’t be bothered with Li Xihan. He calmly packed up his peripherals, slung them over his shoulder, and then lightly pressed on the back of his right hand while massaging it as he walked towards the backstage.

Fu Haifeng was in a worse condition.

His waist couldn’t handle it anymore, but he gritted his teeth all the way, maintaining a calm expression on his face.

Actually, if he rested for a day tomorrow, he could recover. His current limit was six matches every other day.

Song Tang worriedly supported him by the shoulder, but Fu Haifeng simply waved his hand.

He said, “Captain, let Xinghuo play the first three matches tomorrow.”

Yan Yibing fell silent for a moment before saying, “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. The opponents tomorrow are strong to begin with, so if things don’t go well, it’s not your fault.”

Fu Haifeng nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

Yan Yibing continued, “Based on today’s performance, it’s highly likely we’ll make it to the finals. Anyway, the points will be recalculated in the finals, so it doesn’t matter much.”

Fu Haifeng echoed, “Yeah, making it to the finals shouldn’t be a problem.”

He repeated to himself quietly.

Back in the rest area, Sun Tianjiao intended to take them straight back to the hotel for a massage.

But Yan Yibing couldn’t bear not saying a word to Han Mo. So, he stopped Sun Tianjiao for a moment, walked over to Han Mo, and earnestly asked, “Need to use the restroom? Let’s go together.”

Han Mo’s eyes twinkled with a smile as he casually swung his backpack over. “Sure.”

Sun Tianjiao: “…”

The cabbage is rolling again!

If this continued, he really would start thinking in inappropriate directions!

The restroom was empty by now.

Han Mo, as usual, found a secluded corner and pulled Yan Yibing inside.

Yan Yibing murmured softly, “Don’t kiss, it’s almost dinner time.”

Han Mo chuckled, “Okay, no kissing, just praising you. Master, you played really well today, it even made me feel pressured.”

Yan Yibing smirked, lightly tugging at the strap of Han Mo’s cap.

“That’s normal,” he said.

Han Mo replied, “Let’s not talk about tomorrow’s match, let’s talk about the finals.”

Yan Yibing asked, “What do you mean?”

Han Mo explained, “After all, there’s only one champion. I thought about it, and among all the teams, I’d only feel better if my master won. How about this, whoever wins the championship, we give the other person a gift?”

Yan Yibing questioned, “Shouldn’t the winner be the one getting rewarded?”

Han Mo countered, “But then the losers will be so unlucky, with no consolation at all.”

Yan Yibing thought about it and found Han Mo’s point reasonable.

Han Mo continued, “If I win, what gift would Master want?”

Yan Yibing didn’t immediately know what he wanted, so he smiled and said something sexy casually, “Little brother, if you win the championship, how about you fuck me?”

To his surprise, Han Mo raised an eyebrow and nodded directly. “Okay.”

They will be their real opponents starting tomorrow. Han Mo was afraid that meeting on the battlefield would be too ruthless, so he found a reason to coax his wife in advance.

But since Yan Yibing insisted on steering the conversation in this direction, he didn’t need to be polite.

Yan Yibing was shocked. He didn’t expect Han Mo to agree so casually, especially since Han Mo was usually very cunning in this regard.

Han Mo’s eyes lowered slightly, and with a look of blatant ambiguity, Han Mo’s eyes roamed provocatively over Yan Yibing’s collarbone. “If master wins, I want to try the little golden gun the league gave.”

Yan Yibing asked, “Little golden gun?”

The little golden gun was a reward given to the first place on the C-PUBG leaderboard. It had been hanging around Yan Yibing for the past five years until Han Mo surpassed him, at which point it was given to Han Mo.

Yan Yibing didn’t really mind letting it go. After all this time had passed, he had almost forgotten about it.

Yan Yibing questioned, “How do you want to try it?”

Han Mo’s voice was husky as he teasingly rubbed Yan Yibing’s earlobe, then released it. His fingers slowly slid down until they stopped at Yan Yibing’s tailbone.

“Master try to eat it.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Damn.

This person was unmatched in the field of talking nonsense.

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Author’s Message:

Yan Yibing: I won’t, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t! I won’t eat it even if I die!

Han Mo: I’m kidding you, just eat me, Master 🙂

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