The person in front of him carefully tasted the datura flower and gave a final evaluation, “The flower tastes pretty good.” But not long after, the person’s body gradually began to move slowly.
Qi Yang rushed behind him, picked up the gun handed over by the butterfly, and quickly began to fire a barrage.
Current game system prompt: Player [Sudden Temperature Drop] defeated Player [I Am the Handsomest] Player [Sudden Temperature Drop] defeated Player [Pour One Out for the Opponent] Player [Sudden Temperature Drop] defeated Player [Lord Qi Has Arrived]
Enduring the pain, Qi Yang wanted to hear the defeat broadcast for Peanut For Me, but the reality was that the gun was once again pointed right at his head.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was in the game, Qi Yang cursed a bit recklessly, “What the hell, what’s wrong with you? Why are you using hacks in a game?”
The black-haired man lost his previous smile, “I originally wanted to let you log off easily. Why make things so troublesome?”
With a loud bang, Qi Yang’s tinnitus returned to normal because he was back at the spawn point once again. However, he had never even left it in the first place.
Current game system prompt: Player [Peanut For Me] defeated Player [Sudden Temperature Drop]
The moment Qi Yang opened his eyes, he felt utterly despairing. It was the first time in his life he had felt such deep despair, and all of it was thanks to Comrade Butterfly, who had given him countless surprises in a single game match.
This comrade was half-squatting, continuing to wear a malevolent smile, “We meet again?”
“It’s not that I’m complaining, but do you have a personal vendetta against me?” Qi Yang burst into rage. Ask anyone: getting inexplicably killed twice by the same opponent within a single game match, only for them to appear right in front of you with a smile, this was practically pure mockery.
The black-haired man also seemed determined to be punchable, “Swearing is not something a good child should do.”
Qi Yang looked at the battle record: 6/2. Then he looked at his teammates’ record: 0/2.
Qi Yang found it completely bizarre. The matchmaking system of this game couldn’t possibly be diluted to this extent; this level of game intensity was supposed to be standard. Where did that score of 2 come from, and when were those kills even secured?
Turns out, right within the ten seconds while Qi Yang was waiting to respawn, that bunch of pig-headed teammates of his charged into battle once more, rushing straight into the area with the heaviest gunfire, weapons drawn to rescue a single-player mode gamer they hadn’t even met yet. Then, with the heroic momentum of the Calabash Brothers trying to save their grandfather, they perfectly handed over the opponent team’s eighth kill.
“No way, what kind of luck do I have today? My teammates are dumber than dogs, and my opponent pulls this kind of stunt.”
Qi Yang sadly massaged his forehead. This game was just too pointless, and he couldn’t even be bothered to roast the matchmaking system anymore.
Lying on the bed, Qi Yang was completely immobilized except for his mouth, preparing to wait for this not-so-kind opponent to kill him once more in a not-so-decent manner.
The black-haired man just kept smiling.
Qi Yang wanted to change the status quo, but no opportunity was given to him at all, so he could only go crazy in place all by himself.
“Are you sick? You just know how to smile. If you don’t smile, nobody is going to say you’re ugly. Come on, corners of the mouth downwards. Every day downwards, come on, corners of the mouth, downwards.”
The man actually turned the corners of his mouth downwards, but Qi Yang could tell that his eyes were still smiling.
“I have to say, I give your facial expressions a ten out of ten. The corners of your eyes are practically flying up to the clouds, yet you can still press the corners of your mouth flat. Truly high skill, really.”
“Get up.” The tone was still the exact same tone from just now, seemingly unchanging from the very beginning to the end.
“I won’t. Lying on the bed is comfortable.” Qi Yang wanted him to finish him off right at the spawn point so he could leave this right-and-wrong place, distance himself from this person, and then head out into the map to find a sniper rifle, set up his sights, and wipe out this bunch.
However, his scheme completely failed to escape the black-haired man’s eyes, “There’s no need to waste your breath. If you don’t get up right now, the spider on top of your head is going to crawl right onto you.”
In his entire life, Qi Yang feared nothing more than small insects. Perhaps they didn’t pose any real danger, but Qi Yang still found them utterly repulsive.
Perhaps the only insect in the world that Qi Yang wasn’t afraid of might just be butterflies.
With a loud shriek, Qi Yang rushed off the bed and leaped directly onto the man’s body, burying his face deep into the crook of his shoulder.
“Ahhh! Hurry up and get that damn bug away from me!”
As if afraid the spider might crawl up from the floor, Qi Yang’s legs also quickly wrapped around the other person’s body.
Everything happened too quickly. The black-haired young man hadn’t figured out the situation at all before he was caught in a full embrace by Qi Yang.
“The spider has already walked away. You can come down now.”
Awkwardly and stiffly, Qi Yang climbed down from the man’s body, thinking silently to himself that all of this could be blamed entirely on the spider, and it had zero percent to do with him. He had not wanted to hug him.
Qi Yang patted the floating dust off his clothes and glanced at the black-haired young man, “Hey, what’s your name? Let’s add each other as friends. It’s rare to see an opponent as irritating as you, who loves bullying people so much.”
“Peanut For Me,” the black-haired young man said with a smile.
“Oh, I know your game ID! I want to know what I should call you. Peanut for me. Are you going to eat peanuts?”
“Surrender. You guys can’t win.”
Hearing this, Qi Yang was furious, “Mind your own business! Why are you in such a rush playing a game?”
Current game system prompt: Current score is 8:6.
An awkward silence fell. Both sides were playing intensely and bitterly. Aside from the battle record between Qi Yang and this comrade just now, everyone else was basically just lying flat.
“What are you thinking? Your team is still short 12 kills, what kind of pipedream are you dreaming?”
The person beside him didn’t seem to care much about winning or losing this game, and casually changed the topic, “Aren’t you hungry at this hour without eating?”
Qi Yang naturally picked up the conversation, “I don’t know how to cook. I’m just waiting for the game to end so I can order takeout.”
The face of the person in front of Qi Yang finally exhibited an expression different from the previous two: an expression of displeasure.
“How can you treat your body like this?”
Qi Yang really couldn’t fathom it. Was this person sick? Working so hard to make him lose was just to get him to go eat?
“Are you, my dad? Ordering me around like this. My dad doesn’t even boss me around, what right do you have to manage me?” Taking advantage of the game, Qi Yang vented the grievances he had held inside for all these years. Saying it out loud made him feel a little genuinely wronged, but he concealed all of it quickly.
“Besides, why don’t you take your own team and surrender? It cracks me up, and you still have the nerve to make me lose.”
Midway through the black-haired young man pondering how to answer his question, Qi Yang seized a brief one-second window.
He pushed open the window and jumped straight down.
The black-haired young man looked at Qi Yang in terror, eyes wide open, his entire face written with worry.
Qi Yang relied on his innate ability: Lotus Blossoms Fill the Sky.
Ability Introduction: Lotus Blossoms Fill the SkyConjures a large amount of datura flowers from the hands. The quantity is determined by gland ability; the stronger the gland ability, the higher the quantity and quality of the flowers.
He landed steadily onto the pile of flowers. The sheer volume was vast enough to cushion Qi Yang to a safe range after jumping down from the third floor.
Qi Yang stuck out his tongue at the black-haired young man, his gaze provocative, “Afraid of you? Just wait until I take you down!”
Seeing that Qi Yang was fine, the black-haired young man breathed a sigh of relief, watching Qi Yang run further and further away. The direction he was heading was toward the cafeteria. Calculating the time, if Qi Yang ran over there, he should be able to see his surprise precisely. Hopefully, he would like it.
Qi Yang finally shook off that guy, but he still had to remain vigilant. This scheming fellow was definitely holding a grudge against him.
His teammates sent a message: We’re at the cafeteria, let’s rendezvous later.
As things stood today, he had no choice but to lower his head and obediently go find his teammates.
Running across the map was too troublesome. Whatever, he would meet up with them and figure things out then.
In-game team messages:
Sudden Temperature Drop: I’m not going. I’ll play by myself.
Little Sweet: Don’t be like that, brother.
Don’t Hit Me, I’ll Cry: Big boss, please carry us! We were young and ignorant! If we’d known, we would have played novice mode instead.
Little Sweet: Alright. We know brother loves playing solo the most. Then we won’t disturb brother anymore.
Sudden Temperature Drop: …
Qi Yang thought to himself, I’m only just at the age where I’m barely old enough to open a gaming account, and you’re calling me brother?
Qi Yang walked into the teaching building first and didn’t go to the cafeteria to find his teammates.
Qi Yang chose to go inside the teaching building to look for opportunities. Maybe he could farm some good equipment. He ran while thinking, inwardly wanting to smash that opponent into the ground and hammer him ten thousand times.
Cold winds raged through the teaching building, yet not a single NPC figure was in sight. The wind carried faint ticking sounds, so quiet that Qi Yang didn’t notice them at all.
Stepping into the teaching building, Qi Yang vigilantly observed his surroundings to avoid being ambushed by NPCs or opponents, while also checking if there were any hidden quests around.
He went up the stairs to the second floor, planning to search for a sniper rifle on the second floor. Qi Yang’s favorite thing was crouching in a corner, catching enemies by surprise, and delivering a fatal blow.
Yet everything happened far too suddenly. Before he even had time to react, he had muddled his way into becoming the person charging at the very front, holding a submachine gun and firing wildly. This didn’t fit Qi Yang’s original intention at all.
As someone who just wanted to play a game properly, he had been driven to this state by an unprincipled player. He really wanted to have a face-to-face showdown with that person offline to see whose ability was stronger. Although Qi Yang’s physical combat power was average, he was a B-grade. Just based on this rank, most ordinary people couldn’t beat him anyway.
As a result, he had been forced to this point by that Peanut For Me on the opposite side. Just cutting the thread for that NPC had wasted an enormous amount of his patience.
Why was there such a persistent person? Could it be that they had some deep, irreconcilable hatred against him?
Qi Yang massaged his forehead, sighing over why a single game could be played with such difficulty.
In the past, games were usually evenly matched. A situation like today, where the game was dominated by two people, simply wouldn’t happen. What on earth was going on? Then, he clicked open the opponent’s attribute panel:
Peanut For Me | Ranking: 57 (Will drop if inactive for long periods)
Qi Yang reorganized his thoughts. The kill score had now come to 8:6. They still had a chance of winning. Right when his thoughts were wandering wildly:
His teammates had been wiped out by the opposing team for the third time. However, this time it wasn’t done by Peanut For Me, but rather by his three teammates. They must have gotten into a fierce firefight, and the opposing side had also lost two people.
With sharp eyes, Qi Yang noticed that this broadcast did not contain any assists from that Peanut For Me.
Nearly an hour had already passed, and the kill score had escalated severely. If this were a high-tier match, both sides weren’t playing a game at all. They were playing mind games and tactics, and the gameplay between both sides was usually extremely intense.
Qi Yang liked playing in this kind of environment, but he still preferred walking his own path. However, sometimes he would still follow the team. When there was a powerful brain directing the team, Qi Yang would feel very relaxed. He would know where to go and what to do at any given moment.
Instead of flying around like a headless fly, single-mindedly fixated only on kills. During the summer vacation, he had seen too many people full of sneaky tricks. With all eight hundred hidden motives, lacking even one would feel like a waste, and they were eager to deploy every single one of them against both teammates and opponents alike.