Chapter 8 – I don’t want to play with you anymore.
The entire live stream audience turned into a chorus of screeching chickens, expressing confusion but also saying, [“So awesome, I love it!”]
When Talk, this iron tree, finally opened up, it was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.
And this was only the first match; he was already teasing the newbie!
Sang Ye gritted his teeth.
At a time like this…
He glanced at his remaining survival time, his voice tinged with frustration: “Don’t ask such nonsense… Talk is impressive.”
Tan Mo stood up, carrying a somewhat aloof demeanor: “Here’s another chance for you.”
Sang Ye paused for a moment, then turned and crawled away, raising his voice unconsciously: “You can’t compare to Talk.”
Tan Mo clicked his tongue: “White-eyed wolf, who just took out NSN?”
Sang Ye stubbornly said nothing more, moving further away.
“Hey,” Tan Mo said, casually following behind, “That’s the poison zone, why are you going there?”
Sang Ye, with a determined breath, declared, “I’m committing su*cide!!!”
“Puff!”
Tan Mo couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer.
Taking a few steps forward, Tan Mo pressed the F key to revive Sang Ye.
The first thing Sang Ye did when he got up was to punch him.
Tan Mo lost some health and laughed, “White-eyed wolf.”
Sang Ye snorted, then turned and went off to find another vehicle.
The audience was rolling on the floor laughing: [“Even e-sports couples don’t flirt like this!”]
Sang Ye’s temper flared up quickly but also faded quickly. By the time the next circle came, he was basically fine.
Unsurprisingly, their team ended up winning the match.
When Xiao Pai went to get water, he happened to run into the coach who had just returned to the base. After getting scolded thoroughly by Yu Haotian, the coach only returned to the training room a quarter of an hour later.
By then, the game had just ended.
After exiting the results screen, Sang Ye asked, “Want to play another round?”
With such a satisfying teammate, Sang Ye felt a bit reluctant to end the session.
But the audience knew that before the game started, Talk had said he would only play one round.
For Talk, playing one round was already quite generous; no amount of persuasion would change that.
So everyone expressed their regret, and the mood was somewhat down.
“Brother, you’ve worked hard, let me take over,” Xiao Pai said, approaching with a water cup. “Nuonuo has been urging me on the phone.”
Tan Mo lingered his fingers over the keyboard, then let go and said to Sang Ye, “I’ll go first…”
“You have something else to do?” Sang Ye had already vaguely heard the background noise on the other end and spoke up first, “Then forget it.”
When he said the last three words, his voice dropped and there was an inexplicable feeling of disappointment.
It was as if a cold, damp raindrop had gently fallen on Tan Mo’s heart.
“Wait a minute,” Tan Mo pressed the ready button and said, “One minute, I’ll be right back.”
Xiao Pai, standing by, looked confused: ???
Brother?
“Oh, okay.”
Sang Ye replied and closed the game interface.
While waiting, he took a quick glance at his Steam inbox.
— It was empty.
Since sending a friend request to Talk’s account a week ago, Sang Ye had repeated this action two to three times every day, but he still hadn’t received a response.
Maybe Talk was too busy to see it.
Maybe he saw it but didn’t pay any attention.
Or perhaps the account was just a temporary reward given on a whim…
The mouse pointer aimlessly hovered around before he closed the inbox.
Sang Ye puffed up one cheek to hide the fleeting disappointment.
He then noticed a floating collapsible window in the top right corner of the screen—it’s the chat assistant.
Sang Ye moved the pointer towards it.
Because the live stream was synced with the host’s desktop, the viewers saw this and shouted even louder in the chat, eagerly telling Sang Ye: [“Your teammate is Talk!!!”]
Sang Ye had ignored the fake fans all game and just wanted to check what everyone was discussing. As he was about to open the dropdown menu, the pointer lightly skimmed past it again.
He dropped the mouse, stretched, and got up. “Going to the bathroom.”
The audience was momentarily stunned: [“?????? Can’t you hold it for a bit?”]
“I’ll play two more rounds,” Tan Mo was discussing with Xiao Pai. “You use my computer.”
“No way, I need to use this alternate account,” Xiao Pai insisted. “Using the main account to play casual games affects the stats.”
Tan Mo pulled out a sticky note and quickly wrote down the account and password. “Log in to my account.”
Xiao Pai turned and went to start the computer. “You said it!”
Tan Mo’s account had a custom Bluehole skin named “Water Dragon’s Chant,” a refreshing gem blue color that looked stunning, and Xiao Pai had been envious of it for a long time.
Moreover, using Tan Mo’s account for playing with a girl had a certain prestige!
After sending Xiao Pai off, Tan Mo put his headphones back on. “All set.”
But there was no response from the other side.
Tan Mo looked at the chat.
— He went to the bathroom.
Tan Mo picked up his phone and entered Song’s livestream.
Although the viewer count wasn’t as high as Xiao Pai’s stream, it was nearing 900,000.
On the secondary screen, there was only an empty chair.
After a short while, the small streamer shuffled in wearing slippers, and once seated, he pulled the chair closer to the screen.
Tan Mo noticed he was wearing a loose white T-shirt today, with his slender collarbones faintly visible at the neckline, the light casting gentle shadows—giving off a youthful, refined beauty.
“Hey?” Sang Ye put on his headphones, his white hair slightly disheveled, and without much concern, asked, “Still there?”
Tan Mo responded, “Yes.”
“Alright, let’s go again.”
With a click to start, they entered the waiting queue.
Sang Ye’s mouse hovered over the chat assistant’s program bar, then clicked “x” to close it.
The fake fans only spouted worthless trash talk, so it was better not to look.
The second match had a flight path from P City to L City.
Sang Ye asked, “Drop at the school?”
In the past, he always told his teammates where to jump directly, and never used such a negotiating tone.
Tan Mo had no objection and marked a point in the school district house.
As soon as they landed, they met a team of four.
The other side found out that they were few in number, and almost rushed into the house through the window with a slaughtering posture.
There was a lot of noise downstairs.
Sang Ye squatted at the door of the first room on the second floor, and the pre-aiming point was already set.
In the opposite room across the aisle from him, his teammates stood against the wall.
The two looked at each other.
Sang Ye “clicked” to reload the bullet, and said nonchalantly: “Here they come.”
The mixed footsteps swarmed on the wooden floor.
Sang Ye listened to the sound and estimated that there were three people. He counted the steps and constructed the scene outside in his mind. When the enemy stepped on the last step, Sang Ye pulled the gun sideways and sprayed the person who had just come upstairs into a sieve with the M762.
The scene became chaotic in an instant. The two men at the back jumped up and down, quickly bypassed the room where Sang Ye was, and fired randomly into it.
Sang Ye felt bullets splattering around the porch, and he rushed out, firing rapidly with the M762, knocking down the person in front of him with high-speed bursts.
An enemy nearby aimed to deliver a fatal blow to Sang Ye but was taken down by a Mini-14’s three headshots from his blind spot.
In less than ten seconds, the battle subsided.
Sang Ye stood nonchalantly in place, administering first aid to himself.
There were two bodies lying in front of him, and one more who wasn’t completely dead yet, shifting its position along the stairs.
At that moment, the sound of a vehicle driving away was heard from downstairs.
The teammate who was supposed to pick them up had fled with the vehicle.
Sang Ye restored his health, pulled out the 98K, and aimed to finish off the person on the ground.
At that moment, the person curled up under the gunfire opened the team voice chat and shouted with a young male voice:
“Fu Gui! Have mercy!”
“……”
It was clear from the start that this was an old fan.
Tan Mo asked, “Fu Gui?”
His tone rose, full of interest.
Sang Ye cleared his throat and replied, “They gave me that nickname.”
“The most beautiful flower in the world…” my teammate teased, “It suits you very well.”
No one has ever used “the most beautiful flower in the world” to describe him.
Sang Ye felt his ears heat up from the magnetic, low chuckle, and he was not convinced: “How do you know it suits me? What have you seen of me?”
However, the loud and exaggerated declarations from the fan interrupted them:
“Fu Gui! I like you so much! You’re my idol! I finally got to queue with you, can you let me live a little longer? Just a little longer! Please don’t kill me!”
Many streamers avoid using their main accounts in games partly because they fear running into fans. When fans beg not to be killed, streamers might feel obliged to go easy on them.
But Sang Ye didn’t seem to have that concern. He calmly pulled the trigger, and the 98K made a crisp sound—he even used a sniper to ensure a headshot at close range, making sure the opponent was instantly eliminated.
Tan Mo raised an eyebrow and asked, “Aren’t you going to spare him?”
The gun’s cold muzzle moved up a few inches.
“E-sports has no idols,” Sang Ye replied coldly, “only winners and losers.”
The fan’s heart broke hearing this, and his voice turned tearful:
“Fu Gui! No! I’ve liked your posts, shared them, and even bought a six-dollar card! Since the day you started streaming, I’ve never missed a day! Tan Shen has helped me too… Wait! Fu Gui, if you spare me, I’ll reveal a secret! Your teammate actually…”
In the next second:
“Bang—!”
Sang Ye, annoyed by the noise, pulled the trigger.
After retracting his gun, he realized and asked his teammate: “What was he saying just now? Tan Shen? My teammate? What did you do to Tan Shen?”
Tan Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gradually relaxed his breath and retorted: “What do you think?”
Sang Ye suspected: “You didn’t do anything to Tan Shen, did you?”
Tan Mo almost laughed in exasperation: “Who’s stealing whose fan now?”
“Oh, then it’s fine.”
“…”
The chat was in uproar from laughter.
Sang Ye didn’t think too much about it, he just remembered that his teammates protected him again in the melee just now.
There was an inexplicable sense of reassurance in entrusting his back to this man.
Sang Ye picked up some attachments for his guns and said, “Since you saved me before, we’re friends now. Can I add you as a friend after we get out?”
Tan Mo hesitated for a moment.
This wasn’t his account.
However, before Tan Mo could reply, gunshots rang out from a building across the street.
The two quickly moved to the window, avoiding exposure.
Sang Ye casually glanced at the system prompt in the upper right corner.
Before he could process it, his heart skipped a beat, blood surged through his veins, and his mind went blank.
[wlg_Talk ▄︻┻┳═ ……]
It was Talk.
Sang Ye felt a tightness in his chest, struggling to believe it. He slightly turned, raised his gun, and looked through the six-times scope toward the building across the street.
In the same level as them, a figure in black was moving back and forth in front of the window, holding a gun in the striking gem-blue color.
Exclusive worldwide, Talk’s signature.
Sang Ye suddenly leaned back against the wall, his face flushed with a hot, intense feeling.
This was the closest he had ever been to Talk, and he felt at a loss.
Tan Mo noticed Sang Ye’s reaction, raised his gun, and moved to the window. Looking through the scope outside, he asked, “Why aren’t you shooting…”
He stopped himself mid-sentence.
He was ruthless with everyone, but he couldn’t be harsh with “Talk.”
Tan Mo squinted, his crosshair gently swaying as he locked onto the Level 3 helmet moving near the window of the building across.
In an instant, he pulled the trigger, hitting his target with a single shot.
[iam31415926 ▄︻┻┳═ wlg_Talk]
Sang Ye was momentarily stunned by the loud sniper shot: “What are you doing?”
Tan Mo didn’t lower his gun, still focusing on the scope, and said slowly, “In e-sports, there are no idols.”
“……”
Sang Ye quickly looked over at the building across, where a female character had crouched beside the downed Talk.
She was Talk’s teammate, trying to revive him, but seemed unaware of her exposure.
Sang Ye hurriedly said, “Wait, let her…”
“Bang——!”
[iam31415926 ▄︻┻┳═ nonojiang]
The next moment, two messages appeared, indicating that Talk’s entire team had been eliminated.
Sang Ye’s face stiffened.
In the training room, Xiao Pai nearly smashed his keyboard, roaring, “Brother! Do you have to be like this!”
Tan Mo put away his gun, as if nothing had happened, and said flatly:
“Let’s go.”
But Sang Ye’s character remained where he was, not following him.
Tan Mo stopped and glanced at the phone propped up nearby, still showing Sang Ye’s livestream, where he could see the young man’s current state.
Sang Ye had a cold expression, seemingly frozen in front of the camera.
Tan Mo asked, “What’s wrong?”
As soon as he asked, the small streamer quickly wiped his eyes with his arm, his chest heaving heavily. The originally fair-skinned beauty’s face grew redder, and his dark eyes seemed to mist up.
Tan Mo felt a sudden pang in his heart for no reason.
Then, the boy shouted angrily in the earphone:
“Hate you! I won’t play with you anymore!!!”
Tan Mo: “…”
At this point, their friendship officially broke down, which lasted for 48 seconds in total.