"Do you have an account?" Lin Meng turned to ask Xu Dan Dan.
"Um, yes," Xu Dan Dan said, "But it's only at the fourteenth level."
"It's okay, let me use it."
Intuition glanced and said, "You don't even have a BOD account?"
Lin Meng replied earnestly, "No, I don't."
Intuition nearly laughed out loud, feeling even more confident of crushing his opponent.
BOD has a solo match mode where the map distance is scaled down and filled with air walls, forcing both sides to fight in a limited space.
To be honest, apart from Xu Dan Dan, everyone at the scene was waiting to see Lin Meng fail. A group of people started the spectator mode on another computer, several heads crowding around together.
Xu Dan Dan listened to a few boys making nasty remarks about Lin Meng, nervously fiddling with her clothes.
If Lin Meng loses, will she cry? How should she comfort her if she does, this beautiful sister is so heartbreaking when she cries. Moreover, she always felt that Intuition, the coach, wasn't a benevolent person. What if he doesn't let them off later?
Her mind was in turmoil, suddenly she heard a forceful "Victory" coming from the spectator area.
How much time has passed already?!
"Who won? Who?" she nervously asked.
No one answered, it was strange, it was quiet.
Xu Dan Dan became even more nervous, unable to resist leaning over to look. Before she could see clearly, she heard Intuition violently smash the keyboard.
"The computer screen is frozen!" He slammed the table and pointed at Xu Chenggong urgently, saying, "You need to testify that my character was at least frozen for five seconds and out of control, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hit me at all."
Xu Chenggong hesitated for a moment, not entirely sure, but out of respect as a coach, he had to reluctantly agree in a low voice, "Well, it's almost like it."
An awkward atmosphere permeated the air, as Xu Dandan stared wide-eyed and looked puzzled, unsure where to look.
Lin Meng, as if anticipating this reaction, showed no surprise and lazily leaned back in her chair, raising an eyebrow. "So what do you want to do?"
"Change locations, the equipment here is too unprofessional," Direct Intuition gritted his teeth.
"Do you plan to continue training with these unprofessional devices in the future?" Lin Meng hissed sympathetically. "That's tough."
"We won't be using these shoddy devices for training in the future," Direct Intuition said firmly.
Xu Chenggong was starting to sweat. "What? Not using these? Do we need to rent equipment elsewhere? That's not possible, our budget—"
"Shut up," Direct Intuition snapped. "You don't understand anything."
Lin Meng watched the commotion with amusement and said, "So does this game not count?"
Direct Intuition hesitated a bit and quickly surveyed the surroundings. A dozen or so hot-blooded young people were eagerly watching him. As a professional player, acknowledging the game as invalid might imply that he couldn't accept losing.
The dignity of a man weighed heavily on his mind, and Direct Intuition's throat tightened as he spoke with a strained voice, "I'm not the kind of person who can't stand losing. You only won one game, it doesn't prove anything."
"It seems you're very confident in winning the next two games," Lin Meng pushed her chair back and stood up. "Where are we playing? I'll accompany you."
"At the Hengbo Internet Cafe."
Lin Meng looked stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and sent a message to Guo Bo.
"Guo Boss, I'm going to wreck someone at your chain store!"
Guo Bo reply came quickly: [Which store?]
Lin Meng: [I don't know yet.]
Guo Bo: [I remember the new store is hosting an event, but it's expensive over there. I don't think you guys will go.]
Lin Meng wasn't interested in these matters and didn't ask further. Direct Intuition mentioned the name of a branch, and the group of people took a taxi there. Lin Meng also ordered a ride-hailing car and brought along Xu Dandan.
While in the car, Xu Dandan was nervously shaking her leg. "S-senior..."
"Hmm?" Lin Meng responded.
Xu Dandan asked, "W-what if we lose at a different location?"
"It won't happen," Lin Meng replied.
"What if they secretly cheat with third-party tools?" Xu Dandan pressed on.
"I know the owner of the store we are going to," Lin Meng explained. "They have people checking the systems and machines every day. They manage everything very well, so there won't be any cheating."
Xu Dandan was half-believing and half-doubting, but the car arrived at the destination. Lin Meng followed the instructions and went upstairs, where Direct Intuition was already waiting.
The two of them quietly chose their gaming machines. Lin Meng, as usual, chose her best sniper, and on the other side, Direct Intuition hesitated for a moment. He seemed to realize that Lin Meng had an exceptional understanding of controlling the sniper. Unable to confront her with a sniper, he chose a gunner instead.
The gunner was even sturdier compared to a regular assault soldier, with a wide attack range. The close-quarter firepower easily suppressed the sniper, forcing Lin Meng to change positions several times.
Direct Intuition was pressuring Lin Meng step by step, feeling very pleased with himself. At this moment, he heard a quiet voice in the audience area, "The gunner actually counters the sniper."
"You don't know anything," Direct Intuition grumbled. "If you want to see how I actually operate—"
Before he could finish speaking, a bullet pierced through the armor on his head, instantly reducing his health by one-third.
"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.
Direct Intuition was also taken aback and quickly surveyed the surroundings, but found nothing amiss except for the swaying greenery. The power of the sniper lies in its penetrating ability. The damage is not restricted by armor, making it difficult for the gunner to withstand several shots. Additionally, the cool-down time for the sniper is longer than usual, leaving the sniper defenseless during this time.
If Lin Meng was smart, during the cool-down time, she wouldn't move because once she did, the enemy would detect her and she would be vulnerable.
Direct Intuition vaguely discerned the gunshots coming from the northwest. He fired artillery in that direction; the attack of the artillery spreads out from its center, with higher damage closer to the center. He calculated Lin Meng's health and thought that he could wear her down to death.
At the same time, Lin Meng was also dodging attacks and calculating the damage. To take out Direct Intuition, she would need to shoot at least three times with the sniper, depending on the type of gun, it would need to be seven to ten shots. Relying solely on the sniper, she might not make it to the three-shot cool-down time and would be drained to death. The most extreme method would probably be...
She rolled downhill, and just as the sniper’s cool-down was complete, she pierced through Direct Intuition's armor with one shot. Quickly switching weapons, she fired off a salvo, and Direct Intuition's health dropped from one-third to one-fifth.
Before the spectators could react to Lin Meng's lightning-fast reaction, they saw her throw a smoke grenade and charge at Direct Intuition, changing guns again and lowering his health.
At this point, all three of Lin Meng's snipers entered cool-down time. This process left no room for hesitation, making it extremely difficult to run and switch weapons at the same time.
Direct Intuition was somewhat dumbfounded, while Xu Dandan in the audience area seemed to understand. "She's going to close the distance! She's getting in close!"
"Will a sniper get close to a gunner? Isn't that suicide?" someone asked.
"The gunner is so sturdy—"
"The gunner's durability comes from the base health and additional armor," Xu Dandan said. "Direct Intuition's armor has already been shattered by the sniper. His remaining health is actually similar to the sniper's."
"Even if it's a few thousand health, it's still health. Can't they just use knives and stab each other like that?"
"But the gunner's movement in removing the cannon is stiff," Xu Dandan pointed out.
Her words seemed to have a profound impact, creating a stir among the crowd.
"He's too late to disarm now," Xu said softly, gazing at the distance between Lin Meng and intuition.
Lin Meng was already close to intuition, who had disarmed his cannon. As expected by Xu, the character entered a stiff state for a long second, and Lin Meng pulled out a dagger and leaped towards the other character's neck.
In that instant, Lin Meng's peripheral vision unintentionally swept over the vertical air conditioner in the corner.
The air conditioner was new, with a dark lacquered surface that reflected a familiar shadow.
Lin Meng was stunned.
Yumo?!
How could Yumo be here!?
This brief hesitation gave intuition a chance to breathe, and he had passed the stiff state, drawing a dagger from behind and decisively taking down Lin Meng.
"YES!" Intuition shouted triumphantly, pounding the table.
The onlookers were silent for a moment, seemingly coming to their senses from a bewildering turn of events, and belatedly began to cheer.
"Strong, isn't it?" Intuition grinned. "Do you acknowledge your defeat?"
Lin Meng said nothing, still in a daze, showing no reaction to the defeat, and only stared fixedly at the shadow on the air conditioner.
Yumo stopped at the platform of the stairs, had been watching for a while. Now, he was talking to a man in a suit and occasionally glancing over, seemingly ... critiquing.
Lin Meng suddenly felt infuriated.
How could he happen to see me lose for once!
It's really ... so embarrassing ...!!!
That guy Yumo actually laughed as he spoke, making Lin Meng feel even more humiliated; her chest seemed to boil with scorching magma, "gudong gudong."
-
Somehow, Xu always felt that Lin Meng was engulfed in a dreadful dark flame from head to toe, as if the goddess of vengeance had descended. She swallowed hard and said, "Isn't this unfinished? There's still one game left!"
Intuition sneered, "You're not giving up yet? Come on, let me see you admit defeat."
Lin Meng remained silent and entered the game.
Intuition sat down, rolling his eyes but feeling a bit apprehensive.
Although he had won the previous round, upon careful analysis, it was clear that Lin Meng was very familiar with BOD's various data and calculated accurately. That's why she dared to take the risk of confronting him. If she didn't make any mistakes in the end, Intuition was probably going to be in trouble.
No matter what, Intuition felt that he couldn't afford to lose this decisive round. So after some thought, he chose a supply officer.
"Clang!" when the occupation was locked, everyone gasped at his shameless determination.
The supply officer was a class that ensured the team's endurance, with automatic healing and movement speed boost. When all the healing skills were used on themselves, unless they were focused on by two or more people, they wouldn't die.
In solo battles, supply officers rarely appeared, unless one side's output was a novice and needed to familiarize themselves with the skills, then they would bring a healer along to practice, and they could fight for tens of minutes without killing each other.
Realizing the incredulous looks from everyone, Intuition nonchalantly said, "Is there a rule that says we can't choose a healer beforehand?"
"Isn't that a default rule?" Xu muttered softly.
"How would I know? Did you set the default rules?" Intuition sneered, replacing a healing item with a dagger.
"Really shameless..." Xu murmured, "Is this to slowly grind down the opponents?"
"Ah, this round is going to be a drag," a guy shook his head. "Not choosing a healer is like admitting defeat. But if both sides have healers, it'll take forever to finish..."
"Huh?" Xu saw Lin Meng had chosen a vanguard warrior and said in surprise, "Didn't pick a healer, eh?"
"Went for damage output?" the guy said. "Using healing arts? So, I can recover two drops of blood when the opponent attacks me with two drops of blood. What's the difference—huh!"
Several people involuntarily gathered around the computer screen and saw that after selecting the weapon, Lin Meng left a space and added several vials of anticoagulants.
"Oh my god!" they exclaimed, "She's going for the healer!"
-
This branch of the Hengbo Internet Cafe was well-funded, and was poised to become the most advanced and upscale e-sports club in the city, with a huge LED screen hanging on the wall and full surround sound effects, all to showcase some classic matches between players.
The store manager seemed very curious about the ongoing match and brought out a remote control to project the match onto the screen.
Yumo happened to see Lin Meng discard the healing skills and add anticoagulants.
He smiled a bit, showing an approving look.
"Not bad, my little Lin Meng," he murmured softly.
As the name suggests, anticoagulants inhibit blood clotting, thus reducing the effectiveness of healing. However, their effect diminishes with continuous use and is of limited duration. Many players think it's better to focus on dealing more damage instead of carrying these items, as they occupy an inventory slot for no reason. Consequently, the anticoagulants have a very low usage rate after their development, and are considered a very lackluster existence.
But Yumo knew that the appearance of anticoagulants made it possible to kill healers in solo matches.
Yumo tilted his head, his beautifully deep-set double eyelids slightly drooping, as he fell into a reverie.
When Lin Meng first joined the youth training team, her daily routine was to spar with other trainees in groups.
In one match, she was playing as artillery, relentless in her attacks, pressing the enemy's output's HP down numerous times. Unfortunately, her teammates' skill levels were too low, and no matter how much damage she dealt, they couldn't finish off the enemy in time. Moreover, the opposing team's healer had a much better chest, so as long as they weren't killed in one blow, they could quickly heal the injured. After playing for an hour and eight minutes, they still lost, and Lin Meng angrily pulled off the keys from her keyboard.
Kars Base had a small library, initially set up symbolically to offset the aggressive atmosphere in the team, yet it was rarely frequented by the gaming addicts.
In the days after the match, Yumo often saw Lin Meng in the library.
The young girl was completely absorbed, so much so that Yu Mo had to peek at her several times by the window, using the gaze of the homeroom teacher as rumored. Lin Meng didn't notice his presence at all.
Yu Mo had never seen such a "hardworking" e-sports player before, and he was a little curious. Once when Lin Meng went out midway to get water, he sneaked into the glass room. Although he knew it wasn't quite right, Yu Mo really wanted to know.
"She's the one I brought in, it's my responsibility to understand her dynamics," Yu Mo told himself, then carefully glanced at Lin Meng's paper.
It was all numbers.
Numbers, formulas, even XY and equations, densely and haphazardly filled a sheet of paper.
Yu Mo was stunned and suddenly remembered Lin Meng's current age.
16 years old.
Normal children of this age should have finished the high school journey after the entrance exams. Lin Meng was like a player who was unexpectedly poached mid-journey by Yu Mo. Yu Mo recalled the situation at the time, including Lin Meng's reaction when he asked, "Do you want to play professionally?"
Yu Mo had seen plenty of team managers poach amateur players, and most people would be jubilant as if injected with chicken blood at the prospect of playing professionally. However, Lin Meng was very different.
She first stared at her own face for a while, blinked her fan-like eyelashes a few times, then her gaze dropped.
She suddenly became very quiet.
"I have to ask my parents," Lin Meng said.
Yu Mo felt particularly surprised.
Although it was common practice to seek the consent of the guardian before signing underage players, it was somewhat out of character for someone like Lin Meng, who dared to challenge others in a dark internet cafe, to want to seek the opinion of her guardian right away.
Lin Meng made a phone call.
Yu Mo watched silently as the girl made the call, her other hand irregularly rubbing her pants seams, appearing very nervous.
After a while, her hand holding the phone slowly came down.
A hint of confusion appeared in the girl's pupils, as if a needle had pricked into Yu Mo's heart.
"Why don't you try sending them a text?" he whispered.
The girl bit her lip and did as she was told.
The response to the text was different from the phone call, and she quickly received a reply. Yu Mo noticed that the text only contained a few words: "Go ahead, do your best."
With the consent of her guardian, Lin Meng did not show the expected joy. Yu Mo moved closer and lowered his tone, "Why aren't you happy?"
"They’re always like this…" the girl turned her head: "They never oppose it."
"Is that a bad thing?" Yu Mo asked.
After asking, he understood – only people who care will voice opposition.
He looked at Lin Meng with slight concern, but the girl remained silent, only pursing her lips.
"Forget it," she raised her head: "Let's go."
This "forget it" made Yu Mo doubt more than once. He doubted whether bringing Lin Meng into the industry was the right decision and whether her goal in joining was to defy her parents or if she really loved e-sports.
Lin Meng was indeed a rare talented player. Once given a platform, she could shine brightly. However, not everyone who walks this path is necessarily correct, because once on this path, it is necessary to give up their original life.
Yu Mo looked at those mathematical calculations and couldn't help but wonder if Lin Meng regretted it.
Perhaps she didn't want to play professionally and wanted to go back to school.
The thought stirred something in him, as he realized he couldn't intervene in Lin Meng's choices, but the clearer this became, the more flustered he felt.
At that moment, he heard the sudden "click" of the Legao cup lid.
"Captain?" Lin Meng stood at the door with a hot water bottle, blinking: "How come you're here?"
"Eh?" Yu Mo turned around in a panic and scratched his head a little nervously: "Um, I came to borrow a book." He then pretended to casually walk to the bookshelf and started looking through it, all the while observing Lin Meng's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
"What book are you looking for?" Lin Meng asked. "I can help you find it."
"It's okay, you focus on what you're doing," Yu Mo said. "I'm just looking around."
The girl "oh"ed and didn't insist. She seemed indifferent, placing the water cup on the table and sitting down to tend to her own affairs.
However, Yu Mo couldn't be as indifferent as her. He circled the bookshelf, feeling frustrated.
"Lin Xiaomeng," he turned around and said, "Can we talk?"
Lin Meng said, "Sure," and put down her pen to turn her head.
Yu Mo nodded, pulled up a chair and sat next to Lin Meng, their shoulders almost touching, reminiscent of their old school days.
Yu Mo didn't know how to start for a moment. He sat there feeling awkward, his long legs folded up and then straightened out on the table.
Lin Meng's gaze blatantly swept him from head to toe, finally resting on those two beautifully long legs.
The man was wearing a pair of washed blue jeans, rolled up a few inches at the hem, and limited edition white sneakers.
The unexpectedly alluring slender and fair ankle.
"What are you looking at?" Yu Mo finally caught the slight anomaly and followed Lin Meng's gaze down to his lower half.
It was just a pair of jeans, a classic style with no signs of distress. It shouldn't be a problem at all… But why did this brat detect an inexplicable lasciviousness…
Lin Meng licked her lips and casually picked up the water glass on the table, saying, "The shoes look good."
"This style also has a women's version," Yu Mo said. "I initially bought it to give to my mother, but she said she doesn't wear flats. If you like it, you can have it. Your height seems to be similar to my mother's."
Lin Meng hesitated for a moment and shook her head, saying, "No, thank you."
“Why not?” Yu Mo asked. “I won't take your money, and it will just gather dust at home.”
Lin Meng awkwardly replied, "I... I will still grow taller, and then these shoes won't fit me anymore!"
"Once you can't fit into them, you can just throw them away," Yu Mo said seriously. "But I don't think you will grow any taller."
"..." Lin Meng rolled her eyes, almost not rolling them back.
A few words lightened the atmosphere, and Yu Mo leaned forward, resting his forearm on the table, asking, "How do you feel after staying in Kars for so long?"
"Okay, I guess," Lin Meng said.
"Is there anything that makes you unhappy?"
"No."
"Really?" Yu Mo carefully chose his words. "Lin Meng, I know your parents are busy and may not have the time to care for you in all aspects. They have indirectly entrusted you to Kars to take care of you. You can consider me as your guardian, not a stranger."
Lin Meng stared at him wide-eyed, looking a bit puzzled.
Yu Mo also felt that he was really unfortunate to have lost his Chinese language teacher early on. These words not only failed to express his inner doubts but also disgusted himself.
Lin Meng was a closed-off person who kept everything inside. Yu Mo had noticed since the beginning. Perhaps she was already tired of her current life and had been silently planning to escape. The thought of this made Yu Mo uneasy. He glanced awkwardly at the stack of math problems on the table and thought to himself how much she must dislike her current life. She would rather be in the library doing math than staying here. In haste, he blurted out, "Don't you want to stay in Kars anymore?"
Lin Meng suddenly widened her eyes.
Was her mind guessed?！
Yu Mo was also slightly surprised as he looked into the eyes of the girl. His heart twisted as this guess gradually became a reality, and his brow furrowed.
There was a hint of hostility in Lin Meng's eyes as she leaned back on the chair, creating distance between herself and Yu Mo.
"Wait and see," she said, then suddenly got up and ran out of the library.
Wait and see?
Yu Mo thought, is the stubborn girl now angry from embarrassment? She actually dared to threaten me?
He crossed his arms and leaned back on the chair, looking up at the clock on the wall.
Lin Meng didn't keep him waiting for too long; she came back after about ten minutes, carrying a thick stack of contract books.
She threw the contract book on the table and picked up a pen to flip through it.
The liquidated damages in the youth training contract were not high, and according to Yu Mo's understanding, Lin Meng's parents were well-off. Although they didn't care much about her, they still sent her living expenses every month. Seeing Lin Meng's posture, Yu Mo thought to himself, she had brought out the contract, and she was determined to violate it and leave.
Lin Meng finally found a page in the thick contract and pushed it in front of Yu Mo.
"Look," the girl said straightforwardly. "There is no clause that says I have to leave if I lose a practice game! I haven't cursed at anyone or slandered the team or leaked any secrets. Why should you chase me away!"
Yu Mo: "???"
He hadn't looked at the contract and just gazed at the slightly red face of the girl, bewildered.
"Who said I was going to chase you away?" he asked in confusion.
"You did!" Lin Meng accused sternly. "You just threatened me!"
"When did I threaten you!" Yu Mo replied.
"Just ten minutes ago! You said, 'Don't you want to stay in Kars anymore?'"
"??? What does that have to do with a threat!"
Lin Meng became increasingly agitated. "Then why did you yell at me!"
The girl raised her voice, leaving Yu Mo dumbfounded. "I—"
Who was yelling at whom?
Apart from the revered Mrs. Ji Yan, Yu Mo, who had lived for twenty years, had never been scolded by anyone so arrogantly.
Yu Mo moved his lips, realizing that his Chinese language teacher had died again.
Yu Mo wanted to say that maybe he had been too hasty and didn't control his tone well, just like when he mistakenly thought Lin Meng was threatening him earlier.
However, he couldn't articulate the reason for his hastiness.
Because I am afraid you will leave?
Yu Mo took a deep breath, wanting to come up with some excuse to pass it off, but he noticed that the girl's eyes were red by that point.
It felt like a heavy blow to his chest, and in his confusion, Yu Mo quickly reached out to pull Lin Meng's arm, gesturing for her to sit down.
"You misunderstood; I didn't mean to threaten you. I genuinely just wanted to show concern for you," he explained earnestly. "I'm telling the truth, not lying to you."
Lin Meng finally lifted her eyes and accused in a muffled voice, "Then why did you ask those things..."
Yu Mo hesitated for a moment, unable to hold out against her, and had to confess, "I thought you were going to leave."
"Why would I leave?" Lin Meng countered.
Yu Mo really wanted to punch himself, and helplessly said, "I don't know either." He thought for a moment and added, "I saw you doing math problems, and I thought your life in Kars had become so dull."
"Math problems?" Lin Meng's tone was light, she blinked her eyes, broke free from Yu Mo's hand, and grabbed a stack of paper on the table, asking, "You mean this?"
In the girl's pupils, it seemed like stars were twinkling, as if there was a mischievous little fairy hidden inside. Yu Mo knew that Lin Meng only showed this expression when she thought the other party was terrible or when her mischief succeeded.
"I thought too much," he sighed, admitting defeat as he pushed her hand away. "It's my fault, I'm too sensitive."
Lin Meng tilted her head and asked, "Do you want to know what this is?"
The girl's tone exuded pride, and Yu Mo raised his eyebrows, cooperatively asking, "Not a math problem?"
"Of course not," Lin Meng said. "This is the strategy guide I've researched for healing characters!"
"Ha?" Yu Mo was taken aback.
Lin Meng proudly spread out all the scraps of paper, gesturing energetically. "I've calculated that with the right coagulant CD time, there's a chance to one-on-one kill the healer! As long as you follow this skill loop—"
She chattered on like a little parrot, but Yu Mo didn't look at the drawings, instead, he focused on the lively expression on the girl's face.
She was born for e-sports... Yu Mo thought with relief. How could he doubt the excellence of Lin Meng?
As Lin Meng spoke, not getting a response, she said in dissatisfaction, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, I am," Yu Mo said, leaning on his hand, teasingly poking her nose. "If you want to learn how to murder the support role, you can come directly to me, and I'll teach you."
Lin Meng's face instantly turned dark. "...What?"
To think that someone had already known the answer to the problem she had worked so hard to solve was an absolute humiliation.
Feeling like she had been acting like a fool for the past two days, Lin Meng felt that she was being looked down upon from the inside out.
In the following week, Lin Meng avoided Yu Mo whenever she saw him, her face sullen as if she had been the salted fish marinated for eight hundred years. Everyone in Kars felt that she was tired of life, daring to give the team captain such an attitude, while Yu Mo was even more puzzled.
Later, he learned that his careless words had hurt the delicate pride of this fiercely competitive girl.
...
Yu Mo squinted at the big screen, watching Lin Meng slowly grinding down the enemy's health.
Every shot and every bullet of hers had been carefully calculated, and she kept striving towards a single goal. He wondered why someone as dedicated as her didn't deserve success.
Lin Meng switched guns and continued to shoot based on her intuition. Her intuition had to use a large health pack on herself and still couldn't make it past the halfway mark. At this point, all of his skills were on cooldown, and he had to turn and dodge Lin Meng's attacks.
But of course, Lin Meng wouldn't give him that opportunity; she had been waiting for this moment.
Switching guns, loading bullets.
Bang—a headshot.
His intuition instantly felt like it had been drained, slumping in the e-sports chair.
The surroundings fell silent, and the young people who had come to watch the show all looked at each other, unsure whether to cheer or not.
Only Xu Dan, who had come back to her senses from amazement, jumped three feet high in place, cheering, "We won, we won! We actually won!"
The girl's voice was as clear as a nightingale, echoing through the entire second floor, even causing the store manager and Zhong Xiang to smile. Xu Dan ecstatically grabbed Lin Meng's hand, pulling her off the chair, dancing in circles face to face. "Senior sister, you're amazing! We won, we won, we actually won!"
Lin Meng didn't speak, allowing Xu Dan to dance around her. Her eyes held a smile, and the two girls were ecstatic, while his intuition's face became increasingly grim.
"It's not over yet," he spoke loudly. "Professional matches are BO5! Let's go again!"
Xu Dan stumbled, nearly falling. She was shocked and said, "But didn't you say it's a BO3 rule?"
His intuition replied, "When did I say that? Professional matches are all BO5, have you been living in a fantasy world? You're ignorant."
Xu Dan said, "Why are you being unfair! You said it yourself!"
"BO3. Do you need BO5 to beat you?"
The clear recording on the phone played, reproducing his past self. Lin Meng seemed to have set it on repeat, playing this sentence over and over, slapping his intuition's face repeatedly.
"I told you to remember what you said," Lin Meng said calmly.
"Damn it," his intuition shuddered in anger, his face turned purple, jumping from the chair in three steps to stand in front of Lin Meng. "Do you think you're so great?"
His tone was extremely nasty, like a delinquent in society.
Lin Meng pushed Xu Dan behind her and looked coldly at his intuition, then glanced elsewhere, and lightly chuckled.
"I think you've misunderstood the situation," she said casually. "It doesn't matter if I'm great or not. What's important is you, you're... bad." She poked his intuition's shoulder with her finger, ignoring his deathly pale face, and continued to add fuel to the fire, "I dare ask, how many matches have you played? Are they city matches or lower-level league matches?"
City and lower-level league matches often couldn't even sell tickets, not to mention their commercial value. For professional players, falling to city or lower-level league matches was equivalent to being labeled as "mediocre."
His intuition was hurt, his breathing heavy.
"Many professional players, holding champion trophies, still have to be cautious when facing the public, just because they want to change the negative impression of e-sports players. They put in so much effort, all ruined by you, a little mouse poop. Do you dare call yourself a professional player? Look in the mirror and see if you're worthy!" Lin Meng said.
Every word was piercing and thought-provoking.
His intuition staggered back a step.
He didn't want to be like this, but facing the indifferent Lin Meng, his legs went weak uncontrollably.
The young men standing near him gradually dispersed.
Feeling a sense of loss of face, he sneered suddenly.
"You say it so poetically," he said sarcastically, "saying so much makes it seem like you've been a professional player."
Lin Meng was slightly startled.
He had a hunch and understood that this girl was probably a fan of a top-tier team, at most a BOD anchor or stand-in player. He instantly felt superior and scoffed, "Whether I'm fit to be a professional player is not for you to decide. Even if you say so much useless nonsense, I am still a professional player. Even if it's just intercity matches or lower-level leagues, I can play, can you? You don't even have the opportunity."
"How do you know I don't have the opportunity?" Lin Meng said coldly.
"Which team would want a woman to play in a match?" He derided, "Hasn't the Kars team suffered enough? 1:3, pressed so hard, that woman directly put the legendary championship team on the pillar of shame!"
Lin Meng suddenly clenched her fist.
Her wrist was visibly trembling.
...
"We can't even drag her along."
"She's really rubbish, why did Mo Shen bring in this kind of trash."
"She's even being substituted for Mo Shen, is she qualified?"
"Thank goodness she wasn't playing as a sniper, otherwise it would've been 0:3."
"Hurry up and leave, what's a woman doing playing professionally!"
...
Xu looked at Lin Meng's pale face, feeling anxious, she whispered, "Senior, senior!"
He grunted.
Xu angrily said, "Why do you talk in such a harsh manner! What's wrong with being a woman! A woman can still thrash you! You just can't take losing!"
He furiously said, "What did you say! Say it again if you dare!"
He roared ferociously, startling Xu, who covered her face. At this moment, there were a few claps, and a person leisurely started clapping.
Hey, why are you watching this drama for so long?
Let's light a candle for intuition holding the sacrificial script.
The author without a ranking is barely surviving, begging angels not to overfeed for three chapters, slowly overfeeding is fine, sending you heart hearts.