DSF Chapter 21

In the later part of this game, Yan Yibing didn’t dare to make any more impressive moves.

Han Mo knew him well, and so did Yu Yan. If he acted out again, it wouldn’t take long for someone to see through it.

Therefore, in the final circle, he deliberately played foolishly and was soon eliminated by Yu Yan with a few shots.

After his death, he pretended to regret it, sighing, “Ah, I reacted too slowly!”

Chen Zefeng eagerly comforted him, “Your performance was good in that round, especially that flick-shot, it was amazing. Yuyan is formidable after all, and it’s normal not to be able to beat him.”

Now, Chen Zefeng was even more convinced that Little Wildcat’s move was just luck. In PUBG, there was always a certain luck factor, and hitting accurate shots based on luck was not impossible.

Yan Yibing, with a hint of a smile in his almond-shaped eyes, pretended to sigh, “Well, good luck to you guys.”

The situation remained grim.

On the Prince’s side, Chen Zefeng died, but CNG still had three players. Xiao Nuo and Feng Chen traded one-for-one, while Yu Yan and Fu Gaizhen tenaciously wore down Han Mo.

Although they didn’t secure the chicken dinner this round, it was understandable.

Right after the game ended, Han Mo received a response from the IT department.

His eyelids drooped as he stared at the response for a long time, lips slightly curled indifferently.

He raised his hand to turn off the phone, rubbing the power button with his fingertips as if there were a lot of information that needed slow digestion.

Finally, he lifted his eyes, and the strands of hair swayed above his eyebrows, making his gaze even more profound.

Chen Zefeng was chatting casually with Little Wildcat.

The game had just ended, and the event should have concluded as well.

But Chen Zefeng acted on some personal whim and wanted to exchange contact information with Little Wildcat. If her photos in the moments were good, maybe there could be further development.

Chen Zefeng: “Where are you from? You don’t have much of an accent when you speak.”

Little Wildcat: “I’m a local.”

Chen Zefeng: “Is our base close to where you live? Did you attend a local university?”

Little Wildcat: “Yes, my mom didn’t want me to be too far from home.”

“Oh…” Chen Zefeng dragged out his tone meaningfully, “If you have time, let’s hang out. Or are you coming to bid tomorrow?”

Professional players weren’t bound by as many ethical constraints as celebrities. Chen Zefeng found Little Wildcat interesting, and he didn’t mind the barrage calling him a dirty old man.

Little Wildcat, with an ambiguous tone, said, “Haha, who will be participating in tomorrow’s event?”

Chen Zefeng didn’t suspect anything, “Oh, tomorrow it’s me, Xiao Nuo, and…”

“And me,” Han Mo’s calm voice interrupted Chen Zefeng.

Chen Zefeng was surprised, “Captain? Didn’t the manager say…”

Han Mo: “I’ll be there tomorrow. Little Wildcat, are you coming?”

Little Wildcat’s tone carried excitement, sweet and lively, “Really? Great! I’ll be there!”

Chen Zefeng: “???”

The captain had clearly stated that he didn’t like this event before, only agreeing to participate for one day and leaving the rest to other team members. Why the sudden change?

Barrage—

【Huh? Husband! You’re not being tempted by Little Wildcat, are you!】

【Han Shen, wake up! She relies on luck, not the potential you imagine!】

【Little Wildcat, look at me, look at me. I like your voice. Don’t spend money on men; come with me!】

【Zero fans passing by, haha, Is your Han God’s taste only at this level? He likes this kind of foolish spender?】

【Zero fans, don’t be cheap. Your Captain can’t find a girlfriend in his entire life; he can only nurse someone else’s child, hehe.】

【Prince fans are so angry. What did I say? Rest assured, Bing Shen is from a wealthy family, he wouldn’t be interested in people who make love like this.】

【Laughing to death, being despised by a socialite can still be a matter of honor? People don’t want to have sex with your captain even if they are having sex with each other. Your captain only deserves to have sex with men.】

【I’m out, I’m out. Prince is of the same quality from top to bottom. Only your captain has sex with men.】

Yan Yibing looked at the barrage somewhat depressed.

Han Mo’s fangirls cursing him was one thing, but even Zero’s own fans were here to criticize him.

They even accused him of engaging in verbal lovemaking.

This was called lovemaking???

Damn it, a bunch of idiotic fans who had never seen the world.

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Sun Tianjiao.

Sun Tianjiao quickly nodded.

As long as Han Mo was around, they could make another move tomorrow.

Han Mo tapped on the keyboard a few times, lifted his eyes lazily, and said, “Little Wildcat, check your private messages.”

Yan Yibing: “Huh?”

Yan Yibing glanced at the Steam backstage and found that Han Mo had sent him a string of numbers.

It looked familiar to him, and after a moment, he realized it was the phone number he had once blocked.

Han Mo patiently explained, “Didn’t you want to exchange contact information? Here’s my phone number, WeChat, and X-Pay—all the same.”

Whether intentional or not, his tone became slightly heavier when he mentioned X-Pay.

Yan Yibing: “Uh… Wow… what a surprise.”

Barrage—

【I’m jealous! I’m jealous! Six hundred thousand is well spent; not only an escort but also a male god?】

【Aaaaaahhh! Unexpectedly, contact information can be given too. If I had known earlier, I would have gone for it!】

【Will you give it again tomorrow? Tomorrow, I’m definitely going for it!】

【Don’t even think about it, sisters. Didn’t you see Han Shen just asked if Little Wildcat would come tomorrow?】

After the livestream ended, Chen Zefeng nervously walked up to Han Mo and said, “Captain, you’re not falling for Little Wildcat, are you?”

Han Mo leaned back in his gaming chair, hair scattered across his forehead.

Hearing this, he smirked, with a hint of playfulness in his slightly misty eyes, “Well, you could say that.”

Chen Zefeng’s budding teenage heart shattered instantly.

He clutched his chest, struggling in agony, “Brother, Han Shen, aren’t you supposed to not like women?”

Han Mo stared at him for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed him on the forehead, “Stupid, really thought she was your lucky star.”

Chen Zefeng, dazed, muttered, “No, isn’t she?”

Xiao Nuo looked at him helplessly, “With that sniping skill, she must be a professional player. Continuous shots like that, hitting so accurately every time, what kind of luck does a normal person have?”

Chen Zefeng, realizing too late, cursed, “Damn! She tricked my feelings? I’m going back to expose her now!”

Xiao Nuo pulled Chen Zefeng back, “Wait, listen to the captain. We don’t even know which team she’s from. Captain, do you have any ideas?”

Han Mo remained silent for a while, his tongue passing through his teeth. With narrowed eyes, he said, “No ideas.”

Chen Zefeng muttered softly, “It’s a pity she has such a pleasant voice. I really wanted to see her photo.”

Han Mo’s gaze swept like a knife, and he coldly said, “Stay away from him.”

Chen Zefeng: “?”

Xiao Nuo lowered his head, seeing a new message on his phone.

He immediately looked serious and informed Han Mo, “Captain, CNG’s Yu Yan is arranging practice matches in the professional league player group for next Friday.”

Han Mo snapped out of his thoughts, picked up his phone, and opened the【Professional League Players】group.

The group was buzzing.

CNG-Yu Yan: “Brothers, PCL is about to start. Join the practice matches quickly and contact me to sign up.”

Lie Hu-Fang Shuo: “Aaahhh, count us in, was just thinking about arranging one.”

AXE-Chen Chi: “We’ll join too, next Friday afternoon, we’ll have our meeting in the evening.”

Mofang-Xu Chang: “Mofang can’t make it, we have practice matches scheduled with the Korean team on Friday.”

Zero-Yan Yibing: “We’re in.”

Prince-Xiao Nuo (Captain Han Mo’s dedicated spokesperson): “Hahaha, sorry, comrades, we have plans on Friday too, can’t make it this time, let’s plan for next time.”

CNG-Yu Yan: “Tsk, forget it, don’t make excuses.”

Prince-Xiao Nuo (Captain Han Mo’s dedicated spokesperson): “…”

CNG-Yu Yan: “Oh, by the way, who was the Wildcat in your squad in the squad match today? Our team’s Lu Jianghe said she’s amazing with a sniper rifle?”

Prince-Han Mo: “Don’t know.”

CNG-Yu Yan: “Tsk tsk tsk, the sun rose from the west, Captain Han is actually talking in the group?!”

Prince-Han Mo: “Occasionally.”

CNG-Yu Yan: “Seriously, Lu Jianghe praised her a lot, do you have her contact information? Our club also accepts female trainees.”

Prince-Han Mo: “We do, but I won’t give it to you.”

CNG-Yu Yan: “Really? You’re so stingy. Did you fall for her?”

Prince-Han Mo: “Hmm, I did.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

He held his phone, looking at the group chat, his ears turning red with embarrassment.

Ever since Yu Yan brought up the topic of Little Wildcat, he didn’t dare to speak in the group.

He was afraid that these two people who knew him the best would chat and expose his identity.

But it seemed that Han Mo didn’t suspect anything.

Prince’s team club.

Xiao Nuo looked at Han Mo with difficulty, “Captain, are we not participating in this one again? If we don’t arrange practice matches with Zero, we won’t know their changes.”

Han Mo paused, “Ask AXE for the recordings.”

Xiao Nuo nodded, “Actually… It’s not like you and Bing Shen didn’t need to go to such lengths. Bing Shen is not a bad person. If you had asked Bing Shen for money back then, he might have…”

Han Mo narrowed his eyes, staring at Xiao Nuo.

Seeing Han Mo’s piercing look, Xiao Nuo broke into a cold sweat.

“What I mean is…”

Han Mo withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and chuckled, “Twenty thousand for one treatment. If you want to continue living, who knows how many treatments are needed.”

Xiao Nuo whispered, “Bing Shen’s family is so rich; this isn’t much for them.”

Han Mo asked, “In what capacity should I borrow from him? He’s rich, so why should he lend it to me?”

Xiao Nuo said, “Uh…”

Indeed, it wasn’t appropriate.

The medical expenses were simply a bottomless pit, even if it was a family matter, it couldn’t withstand such consumption.

Therefore, their team had explicit rules that players couldn’t engage in monetary transactions. Borrowing a small amount of money occasionally was fine, but large sums for buying houses or cars were not permitted to avoid affecting relationships.

If only the captain had been as wealthy back then as he is now.

But unfortunately…

—

Early the next morning, Prince received a notification from the event organizers. This time, the top prize money list was three hundred thousand, and it was all thrown in at once.

The one spending was Little Wildcat, making other fans feel utterly helpless. They simply gave up competing with her.

Han Mo, still half-asleep, casually draped a jacket over his shoulders. The collarbone on his shoulder was partially exposed, revealing the slightly warm muscles of the robust youth, outlining alluring contours.

“Got it.”

The team manager advised him, “No matter what the fans say, she’s spending money. Don’t show an expression like she owes you two million. Be gentle with her.”

Han Mo lightly smiled, lifting his gaze, “Are you serious?”

The team manager pulled a serious face, “Of course, I’m serious. Great god, I beg you, we’ve worked hard to talk about cooperation. Even if you don’t like publicity, be a bit more affable. The team plans to sell joint merchandise to the fans.”

Han Mo adjusted his clothes, covering the exposed collarbone nodding, “Rest assured, I’ll be ‘gentle’ with her.”

The team manager said, “Thank you.”

In the evening, the event started precisely at eight o’clock.

Han Mo opened the livestream, logged into the game, and created a room.

He glanced at his Steam friends; sure enough, Little Wildcat was already online.

Han Mo’s eyelids trembled slightly. He moved his fingers to send an invitation to Little Wildcat.

Since knowing that Little Wildcat might be a cross-dresser, Chen Zefeng wasn’t as excited anymore.

He leaned on his chin, waiting for the game to start listlessly.

Little Wildcat smoothly entered the room, and the first thing she said was, “Hello, gege.”

The voice was still sweet and tender, with a light and enticing tone.

Chen Zefeng gritted his teeth.

If this was fake, how advanced must the voice changer be?

Han Mo smirked, lazily saying, “What game are you playing?”

This sentence hit the mark for Yan Yibing. Without any hesitation, Yan Yibing said, “Rainforest.”

Han Mo raised an eyebrow, “Alright.”

They quickly entered the game, glanced at the flight path, and Han Mo said to Xiao Nuo, “Jump to the docks this round.”

Xiao Nuo covered his headphones, sneaking a glance at Han Mo, and said slowly, “Okay.”

Yan Yibing frowned.

Even with various tactics, there was no need to land at the Docks in Sanhok.

This place was too remote, you can’t go anywhere, and would likely be blocked by others after the first circle shrinks.

He frowned and asked, “I heard that Prince prefers landing at the bootcamp, right?”

Han Mo said, “Yes, change the strategy. It’s boring to go to the bootcamp right after landing.”

Yan Yibing, “?”

Han Mo was unusually talkative today, wasn’t he supposed to dislike engaging too much?

But following Han Mo’s orders, the entire team jumped to the docks.

The docks had undergone an update, and there were more supplies than before, yet professional team players rarely came here.

Yan Yibing felt they probably wouldn’t encounter many enemies, so he comfortably looted for supplies.

After scavenging through the area, Yan Yibing didn’t find a QBZ, but luckily, he had an AKM, a gun that Chen Zefeng wasn’t good at but posed no problem for him.

Just as Yan Yibing was about to ask if they should head to Pai Nan, a small microphone icon flashed next to Han Mo’s ID.

He asked, “Little Wildcat, do you want to loot the airdrop?”

Yan Yibing asked, “Did you find a flare gun?”¹

Han Mo did find a flare gun, surprising Yan Yibing.

He was about to refuse when, the next second, Han Mo fired the flare gun.

Yan Yibing’s tongue touched his lips, then retracted abruptly.

Chen Zefeng asked, “Captain, shouldn’t we rush to occupy a spot and block others?”

Han Mo solemnly said, “No rush. We’re not here to win; we’re here to let Little Wildcat enjoy herself.”

Yan Yibing frowned slightly, his almond-shaped eyes creasing, “…”

He was stung to the core.

Xiao Nuo chuckled and explained, “Our captain was educated by the manager. He was told that his attitude towards fans yesterday was bad, so he needs to be gentler today.”

Yan Yibing said indifferently, “Haha, Han Shen has always been aloof. I understand.” Thanks, really no need to be gentle.

Sure enough, the flare gun summoned an airdrop—a large red crate hanging from a parachute slowly floated down.

Airdrops in the safe zone inevitably attracted others.

Han Mo swiftly leaped down from the watchtower, heading straight for the airdrop.

Xiao Nuo and Chen Zefeng covered him with their guns, keeping a close eye on the surroundings.

Yan Yibing thought for a moment.

There was a chance of flare guns spawning at the Docks. Although Prince jumping here is just about acceptable, if the airdrop contained good items like a Ghillie Suit and AWM, the late game would be much more comfortable.

But overall, the value wasn’t high because the Docks had a high chance of being out of the safe zone, summoning at most an armored vehicle.

In the Sanhok map, vehicles were practically useless, and whoever drove became a target.

Han Mo’s looting speed is extremely fast, and before the sound gets close from a distance, he’s already back on the watchtower.

Fortunately, they got the Ghillie Suit and AWM.

Yan Yibing’s interest was nonexistent.

Allowing Han Mo to get hold of these two items basically meant the game was over.

Out of the blue, Han Mo asked, “Little Wildcat, the Mini14 is powerful, can you handle the AWM?”

Yan Yibing: ‘…’ I was playing when you were still teething.

Yan Yibing gently replied, “Not really. With my skill level, I can’t even reach airdrops.”

Han Mo’s eyes were deep, slightly narrowed. He leaned in close to Yan Yibing and whispered, “No worries, I’ll teach you.”

After saying that, Han Mo tossed the AWM and an 8x scope in front of Yan Yibing.

He was unusually close, and the short skirt that came with Little Wildcat’s system almost touched Han Mo’s black military pants.

Yan Yibing bites his lip, and his fingers lightly touch the keyboard.

Han Mo remained silent, waiting for his reaction.

Yan Yibing had no choice but to crouch down and pick up the AWM and scope.

Han Mo asked, “Do you have an extended quickdraw magazine? Give Little Wildcat one.”

Xiao Nuo found an extended quickdraw magazine and quickly handed it to Little Wildcat.

Han Mo asked again, “Compensator?”

Chen Zefeng tossed a compensator.

Yan Yibing’s palms were slightly sweaty, and he forced a smile, saying, “It’s unnecessary. You guys play. I’ll just follow along for the chicken dinner.”

Han Mo calmly said, “The AWM has low bullet drop, high damage, and the only drawback is the slow reloading, the bolt-action is the same as snipers. When enemies come, aim directly at their heads, and you can generally get a headshot with one bullet. Since you have a foundation with the Mini14, this shouldn’t be difficult, right?”

Yan Yibing’s lips twitched. Wasn’t this advice meant for newcomers who just downloaded the game?

Yan Yibing replied, “I don’t even know how to use the Mini14; I just shoot randomly.”

Han Mo said, “Hmm.”

He neither confirmed nor denied it.

Barrage—

【Hahaha, what’s going on? My husband seems possessed today!】

【Is Han Shen teaching something meant for idiots? Little Wildcat is obviously not a newbie; she must know all this.】

【It’s the team manager’s request. Poor Han Shen! I feel bad watching him work so hard!】

【Please don’t participate in such activities in the future. A professional esports god is turning into a kindergarten teacher.】

【Is this the only time Han Shen is guiding a girl? I seem to sense something else…】

Sure enough, the airdrop attracted attention.

A team arrived on a small motorcycle and rushed over. They didn’t dare to show themselves but instead stopped the motorcycle far away, crawling with guns drawn.

Yan Yibing had already seen them from a distance.

Normally, he could scope in and shoot them with two shots.

But now, he was Little Wildcat, and Little Wildcat shouldn’t have such excellent eyesight and marksmanship.

As he contemplated what to do, Han Mo’s character suddenly appeared behind him.

His black combat suit was particularly eye-catching, and the white bandages on his hands made him look heroic.

Han Mo leaned against his back, and his voice slowly came through the headset.

“Little Wildcat, did you not see anyone at 150 degrees?”

Yan Yibing replied, “… I saw them.”

Han Mo’s breath was shallow, a bit of strain in his voice. “Shoot, don’t be afraid. Keep your hand steady, the gun won’t sway too much. Even if you miss it, it’s okay. You still have me.”

Although they were kilometers apart in reality, both of them had top-notch headsets. Yan Yibing felt as if his eardrums were being lightly brushed by the slightly raspy voice.

When did Han Mo become so… so good at flirting?

He fired a shot with a “bang,” deliberately deviating a little.

The bullet hit the grass, and the person jumped up like a frightened bird, quickly heading toward the depths of the forest.

Han Mo narrowed his eyes, deep creases forming at the corners as he raised his hand to fire directly behind Yan Yibing.

The M416 sprayed a mist of green blood, and the person fell to the ground instantly.

【Prince-momo eliminated sd7v with a M416 Assault Rifle】

After their teammate fell, the remaining members, sensing the situation wasn’t favorable, immediately fled on a motorcycle.

Yan Yibing squeezed his throat and said, “Oh, what a pity. If I had shot a bit faster, I could have killed both of them. Otherwise, I should have waited for them to get closer. So, this gun is better suited for Han Mo Ge.”

Han Mo remained silent for a while, his Adam’s apple rolling lightly. His eyes were firmly fixed on the screen as he teased, “Little Wildcat, it’s not easy for a master like me to teach you personally. If you don’t practice well, there has to be some punishment, right?”

Thank you for reading!