ATIBEC Chapter 10

Although a certain young master Yan didn’t seem to mind the 40 yuan per hour internet fee, Shen Er certainly did.

Over the past few hours, he had been playing high-damage assassin-type champions, trying to get a pentakill.

However, in the games they played, the opposing teams, once at a disadvantage, would always resort to a 1-4 split push. Shen Er managed to get four kills several times but never secured the fifth for a pentakill.

Shen Er watched as the nearly dead LeBlanc used Flash and her displacement abilities to escape back to base. He sighed silently.

The private room’s soundproofing was excellent, and his sigh was quite audible to Yan Sheng, who chuckled.

“LeBlanc saw you chasing her and immediately used WR Flash to escape,” Yan Sheng said with a laugh as he moved towards the Baron pit. “Don’t worry about the pentakill. Even if you get one, there’s no guarantee you’ll win the raffle for internet fees. Let’s take Baron.”

Shen Er gave a dry “oh” and controlled Syndra to head towards the Baron pit.

Baron was quickly slain, and as he started to recall, he suddenly realized something: “How do you know about the raffle prizes? Judging by your ID, you should be from Jianing City, right?”

“Yeah, but I work in Qingzhou City. I come to this internet cafe often,” Yan Sheng explained.

This was true. Since the internet cafe was owned by Song Ming, it had great equipment and privacy, making it a popular spot for professional players like Yan Sheng, especially during the off-season.

“I see,” Shen Er nodded. “But the raffle prizes don’t matter to me. I have terrible luck. I never win any big prizes.”

He said this very calmly, simply stating a fact without any bitterness or sense of unfairness, accepting it as it was.

However, Yan Sheng’s curiosity was piqued by his words: “How unlucky are you? Tell me more.”

Shen Er: …
What an oblivious young master.

“Just the usual bad luck. I’ve never even won a ‘try again’ on a soda bottle cap,” Shen Er said with a smile.

As for other misfortunes related to “bad luck,” such as not getting into university, his mother’s sudden illness, or his experiences described in the book, he said nothing.
Talking about these things might seem like he was seeking pity, which he didn’t want.

Yan Sheng listened but didn’t respond, continuing to focus on his champion and the game.

Shen Er didn’t mind. After buying items and leaving the fountain, he pushed hard onto the high ground, forcing a team fight and ending the game.

“Wait a moment, don’t queue up again,” Yan Sheng’s voice suddenly came through when they returned to the queue screen after the game.

Shen Er was puzzled: “Hmm? Not playing anymore?”

“No,” Yan Sheng said, “I’m really curious, so now I’m interested in seeing your raffle results.”

Shen Er: …?

“So, switch to your own account, and let’s duo queue in gold rank,” Yan Sheng said, as if it was the most natural thing. “I need to make a call, be right back.”

The sound of his headphones being set down and a door closing came through the headset, leaving Shen Er in silence.

Shen Er logged into his own account and used his limited Blue Essence to buy the Curious Chameleon Neeko. Then, he pressed the button to open the curtains.

[Owl: I’m taking off my headphones to enjoy the view. Message me on WeChat when you’re ready.]

The location of this private room was really excellent. Once the curtains opened, there was a floor-to-ceiling window that revealed a stunning view. Shen Er stood by the window, basking in the sunlight, gazing outside.

The difference between the city center and the old district was more than just significant. Tall buildings, neatly dressed pedestrians, impeccably clean streets, and the fragrant plum blossoms blooming in winter—all painted a stark contrast.

He opened a window, letting the cold breeze in. It mingled with the warm air inside the room, tousling his hair.

[Yan: I’m back.]

Shen Er was sitting in his chair, rubbing his eyes when he received the message. A gust of wind had blown a lash into his eye, causing discomfort.

He closed his eyes and put on his headset, his voice apologetic. “Yan, sorry, give me a moment. A lash got into my eye, I need to rub it out.”

Yan Sheng frowned at his words. Rubbing eyes was something Ge Ziyan had strictly forbidden him and Yan Man from doing since childhood.

“Don’t rub your eyes, it can cause inflammation,” Yan Sheng said, opening WeChat and messaging the internet cafe manager. “Which room are you in?”

His voice was a bit stern, causing Shen Er to reflexively stop rubbing his eye. “I don’t remember the number… it’s the Spirit Blossom themed room.”

“Got it.”

In less than two minutes, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Er removed his headphones and got up to open the door. A uniformed staff member stood there, holding two single-use artificial tear drops, which he handed to Shen Er.

Shen Er took the eye drops, thanked the staff member, and closed the door, returning to his seat.

He opened one vial and tilted his head back to apply the drops. The lash came out with the tears, and Shen Er wiped the tear streaks with a couple of tissues, blinked a few times, and then put his headset back on.

“Thank you,” Shen Er said sincerely. “How did you get them here so fast? Does the internet cafe offer this service?”

“Not exactly. I have sensitive eyes and often feel discomfort, so I keep a lot of disposable artificial tears and steam eye masks there. I just messaged the manager to bring them to you,” Yan Sheng explained.

Such a considerate young master. Shen Er smiled gently.

“I logged into my sister’s account, let’s duo queue.”

In the gold tier, neither the teammates nor the opponents had the awareness seen in the master tier. The more disadvantaged they were, the more they liked to group up, making it easier to score pentakills.

During the games from Gold II to Platinum I, Shen Er managed to secure six pentakills.

“How many pentakills now?” Yan Sheng asked.

“Six. I can draw six times!” Shen Er’s voice carried a hint of excitement. “I hope I can win enough for at least 100 yuan of internet fees.”

His excitement was contagious, even through the headset, Yan Sheng felt it.

“Go ahead and try your luck. I’ll call you on WeChat and listen while you draw.”

As soon as Yan Sheng finished speaking, Shen Er received a call from Yan on WeChat.

He answered the call, holding the receiver to his ear, slightly tilting his head. “I’m going to try my luck with the draw now. My luck is really bad, so don’t get your hopes up too high.”

Yan Sheng didn’t really care about the few dozen or hundred yuan worth of internet fees that could be won. He was just genuinely curious about how bad Shen Er’s luck could be. No malice, just pure curiosity.
“Go ahead.”

At the front desk, the receptionist watched the notifications of pentakills from Room 051 popping up on the screen, whispering to the staff member who had delivered the eye drops earlier.

“Isn’t 051 the room Mr. Yan asked you to deliver the artificial tears to?”
“Yes, the guy in there looked pretty unfamiliar, not someone from Mr. Yan’s team, nor any friends he’s brought before.”
“Gold tier… Is Mr. Yan smurfing with him? Could it be his girlfriend?”
“Are you crazy? The person on that computer is a guy.”
“Maybe a boyfriend then? After all, have you ever seen Mr. Yan let anyone else get pentakills when playing with our boss?”
“Mr. Song: Are you kidding me?”

When Shen Er approached the front desk, the two whispering girls quickly separated, their polite smiles barely hiding their curiosity.

Shen Er, having little experience dealing with girls, looked at them briefly before lowering his head. “Um, I’m here for the pentakill draw.”

“I know, I know!” The receptionist nodded. “We have it recorded. You have six chances. Here are six tokens. You can use them to get six gacha prizes.”

Shen Er accepted the tokens, nodded, and stood in front of the gacha machine. He bent down slightly and inserted all the tokens at once.

Six gachas rolled out. He picked them up and placed them on the counter, tilting his head to hold his phone between his ear and shoulder as he carefully twisted open the gachas.

Shen Er looked at the paper inside, eyes widening as he gasped, “Hiss—”

“What did you win?” Yan Sheng’s voice came through the phone.

“Two VIP tickets to any League of Legends regular season match…” Shen Er’s voice was filled with disbelief. “Is this for real?”

“Probably,” Yan Sheng replied. Since Song Ming also had shares in BTF, it made sense for him to use VIP tickets for the internet cafe’s events.
“What else did you get?”

Shen Er twisted open the remaining gachas one by one.
“Choice of any League of Legends player merchandise…”
“A 200 yuan internet fee voucher…”
“Two tickets to Ming Yi Cinema…”
“A Splendor signed mouse pad…”

Shen Er looked at the prizes in front of him, incredulous, and asked the receptionist, “What’s the most common prize in this gacha machine?”

“The most common prize is a 30 yuan internet fee voucher,” the receptionist replied, equally astonished by his luck.

Shen Er was stunned! Had his luck changed?

“Yan, I think my luck has changed…?” Shen Er looked at the prizes being exchanged for him, pinching his own cheek. “I’m not dreaming…”

“You call this bad luck?” Yan Sheng laughed. “You’re a lucky koi fish, koi Xiao Shen.”

“No, I really used to have terrible luck,” Shen Er said seriously. “Maybe it’s because…”

“Because you met me, I get it,” Yan Sheng boasted.

Shen Er had started to build an immunity to Yan Sheng’s bragging. He replied soothingly, like one would to a child. “Yes, because I met you, my luck has gotten much better. Thank you, Yan.”

The two receptionists listened to his affectionate tone, calmly gripping the edges of their uniforms in a frenzy.

Yan, because of you, my luck has gotten so much better.

Wow—

“By the way, whose merchandise are you planning to choose?” Yan Sheng asked.

“Actually, I haven’t watched many matches. I’ve only seen one BTF match, and I was really impressed by Splendor’s performance,” Shen Er said after thinking for a moment. “You play jungle, right? Do you like Splendor? Or do you have a favorite player? I can get it for you.”

“My favorite player, huh—” Yan Sheng’s mood improved significantly with the compliment, and he drew out his response, “Coincidentally, I do like Splendor. I think he’s really strong. But I already have his merchandise, so you should keep what you won.”

Of course, a wealthy young master who could spend lavishly on companionship in games would surely already have merchandise of his favorite player.

Shen Er nodded earnestly and looked up at the receptionist. “Excuse me, I’d like to choose Splendor’s merchandise, please. Thank you.”

The receptionist, having anticipated this, warmly handed over the Splendor figurine merchandise with both hands.

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Author’s Message:

Receptionist: Did Mr. Yan secretly tweak the gacha machine’s probability for him??Is the gacha machine also part of your play? (Not really)

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