Zhao Mingda had planned to show off in front of Chen Yi, but thanks to Shen Shuangshuang’s words, he ended up utterly humiliated.
Irritated, he threw off Zhou Meng’s hand and glared coldly at Shen Shuangshuang—he vaguely remembered her.
Zhou Meng had still been holding a grudge about the woman in Zhao Mingda’s car, but now, after what Shen Shuangshuang said, she was the one being laughed at.
“Excuse me, who here is Chen Yi?”
Everyone turned to look. A middle-aged man in a white shirt approached. Shen Shuangshuang, a regular at the swimming center, instantly recognized him—it was the swimming center’s owner.
“Boss Wang, why are you looking for Chen Yi?” she asked.
Boss Wang glanced at the group. Only two of the men were possible candidates, and Chen Yi was standing closest to Shen Shuangshuang. “You’re Chen Yi, right?”
Chen Yi nodded.
Boss Wang immediately broke into a delighted smile, even changing his tone, “Mr. Chen, Miss Gu sent a car to pick you up. I came over to let you know. Would you like to go now?”
Zhou Meng and Zhao Mingda’s expressions stiffened. They didn’t know who this Miss Gu was, but if even the owner of the swimming center came in person to notify Chen Yi, then whoever she was had to be someone powerful.
Zhou Meng’s jealousy nearly exploded. She never imagined that this “licking dog” would one day be treated with such honor.
“Thank you. I’ll head over now.”
Chen Yi nodded at Shen Shuangshuang and, before leaving, gave a mocking glance at Zhou Meng and Zhao Mingda.
It felt incredible.
Twenty minutes later, the driver brought Chen Yi to the Gu Family estate. As soon as he stepped out of the car, he was stunned by the sight of the villa.
He always knew Gu Mingxue was elegant, likely raised in a good family, but he hadn’t expected her to live in a place fit for the ultra-rich.
Someone was already waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Chen Yi, they greeted him, “Mr. Chen, right? Please follow me.”
Chen Yi followed her inside, and the interior design shocked him even more. He knew Gu Mingxue was wealthy—but not this wealthy.
He happened to look down at his toes and realized he could barely see the tips of his shoes.
His belly still blocked part of the view. In Zhou Meng’s words, he really was a fat pig—how could he possibly compare to an alpine snow lotus?
Gu Mingxue, of course, was that unreachable snow lotus high in the mountains.
“Miss said that once you arrived, I should take you directly to look at the computer system. She’s still busy with work. Do you want to stop by the study to greet her first?” the housekeeper asked kindly. You are reading on novelping . com, the official source.
She didn’t show any contempt for Chen Yi’s appearance. Although curious—it was rare for outsiders to visit the Gu home—her tone was warm and respectful.
“No need. I’ll fix the computer and be on my way.”
“Alright, second door on the left, upstairs.”
Chen Yi climbed the stairs on his own and found the second room. The door was slightly ajar, and as he approached, he heard cursing from inside.
“Useless teammates—how can you not kill that guy?”
“Stupid system keeps matching me with trash teammates. How many games have I lost today?”
“If I don’t win the next match, I swear I’ll never spend another cent on this game again!”
Chen Yi paused and pushed the door open. Inside was a teenage boy dressed like a high schooler, sitting in a gaming chair, playing one of the hottest shooting games.
“Excuse me, did Gu Mingxue ask me to come fix the system? Is it this computer?”
Gu Jiaming was already pissed. Hearing an unfamiliar voice, he slammed the controller on the desk. When he turned and saw Chen Yi, he sneered, “Who the hell are you?”
The two stared at each other. “I’m here because Gu Mingxue asked me to help fix the system. Is it this computer?”
Gu Jiaming stood up and circled Chen Yi, inspecting him. He couldn’t figure out why Gu Mingxue would let someone like this into their house.
“I’m warning you—I don’t care what reason you have for approaching my aunt, but you’d better back off, or I’ll make you regret it!”
He rolled up his sleeves, clearly ready for a fight.
Chen Yi ignored him. He was just a kid, not worth the argument—especially not here in Gu Mingxue’s house. Better to avoid making a scene.
But he did glance at the screen displaying the end-of-match results. “2 kills, 16 deaths? You’re pretty bad.”
Gu Jiaming exploded, “Who are you calling bad?”
“With a score like that, how can you blame the computer? This is top-tier hardware—you can’t blame equipment for bad performance.”
Gu Jiaming was speechless. He really had no comeback.
“It’s my teammates’ fault! If you’re so good, you try!”
Chen Yi chuckled. Without a word, he sat down in the gaming chair and started a new match.
He removed the controller and began using the keyboard and mouse directly. Since the game tested finger dexterity, Gu Jiaming thought Chen Yi might just be showing off when he ditched the gamepad.
“Hey, what if you lose?”
“I won’t lose.” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Chen Yi was full of confidence. As soon as the game started, his eyes locked sharply onto his enemies. Any exposed head was an instant kill.
After a flurry of precise maneuvers, Gu Jiaming’s initial contempt turned into shock.
Chen Yi was nailing headshots one after another. It was a respawn-mode game, and the winner was the one who took over enemy territory and racked up the most kills within a time limit.
Chen Yi’s score: 22 kills, 0 deaths!
He hadn’t died once and had taken down twenty-two opponents in just one minute.
Five minutes later, the match ended.
Gu Jiaming was totally hyped. He stared at Chen Yi with absolute admiration.
“Damn… how are you so good?”
“But your playstyle looks really familiar. You like using sniper rifles and switch weapons and positions quickly—it’s just like that guy from the rankings… what’s his name again?”
He scratched his head, trying to remember.
“Are you talking about the one called ‘Shen Lai’?”
Gu Jiaming’s eyes lit up. “Yes, yes, that’s the one! How do you know Shen Lai?”
A thought took root in his mind. The technique was identical. And he knew the name. Could it be… “Are you Shen Lai?”
Chen Yi smiled faintly, saying nothing—but his silence said it all.
“You’re really Shen Lai?”
“Holy crap—you’re that top-five player in Central China! I can’t believe I just met a real gaming god!”
He was over the moon with excitement.
Just then, Gu Mingxue entered the room, drawn by the commotion. Hearing Gu Jiaming call Chen Yi a gaming god, she asked curiously, “What gaming god? Where?”
The two exchanged a look.
“Nothing. By the way, Gu Mingxue, the computer you asked me to fix—this is the right one, right?”