Chapter 15#
Returned#
Shen Fang only used his main account when the team required him to rank up or play training matches. When streaming, he only used his smurf account.
Then his smurf was borrowed and ruined by Little Zhou.
“Captain, how about I lend you my account? You can rank it up for me while you’re at it, how’s that?”
The person sitting next to him leaned over with a mischievous smile.
“No need, I’ll log into another account.”
Shen Fang bit down on the peppermint candy in his mouth, switched accounts, and reached out to cover the camera while entering his password.
It was still the familiar interface.
[I took a quick look, oh sure enough, the smurf’s rank isn’t even as high as mine (disdain.JPG). Then I took another look, is this level for real???]
[God Shen must log in every day, and he’s been logging in for several years. It’s hard for even P2W players to stack up this level.]
[I, I, I, I’ve encountered this before! A big shot on the level rankings!! So it was God Shen’s smurf!]
[My youth is back!!! So ‘Auntie’ is actually ‘shen’!! Back before PUBG was even popular, ‘shen’ and ‘shu’ were constantly dominating the leaderboards. My only two idols. Some scattered gameplay videos recorded by other players are still in my favorites. I didn’t expect the Gun God to be ‘shen’!!!]
[Asking because I don’t know, who is ‘shu’?]
[Sending a friend request right now. Begging you, Auntie, this child just wants one friend slot, just one!]
[‘shu’ is super awesome! ‘shen’ and ‘shu’ duo queue and win every single match. ‘shen’ is back, am I going to see a ‘shen-shu’ duo queue again??]
[Don’t even think about it. I’ve been squatting for a long time, and ‘shu’ hasn’t logged in for years.]
Shen Fang looked at the “shu” flashing on the screen, his gaze moving slightly. He looked away, his left hand, which hadn’t left the keyboard, ruffled his hair before he refocused his gaze on the computer screen.
Taking another slight glance at the comments, he opened the friend management, set it to not accept friend requests, and then exited.
“Which map are we playing today?”
Shen Fang clicked on the game, his mouse landing on the desert map, and said, “Although this account is high level, its rank is low. It can’t play in high-end matches. Suggested to watch as appropriate.”
Little Zhou, who had moved silently to sit behind him after Shen Fang switched accounts, had his brow twitch.
Here he goes again.
Captain Shen says this every time he streams.
After Shen Fang finished speaking, he looked at the comments.
Different from usual, this time not many comments were actually choosing a map. The topic had drifted straight to the South Pole.
[The mouse is already on the desert map, but he still politely asks which map to play [doge.JPG]]
[There’s actually only one person in the friend list, what kind of fairy tale romance is this wuwuwu]
[Desert is fine, just desert (lighting a cigarette in exhaustion)]
[What’s wrong with having one more friend like me QAQ]
[Gun God wait! Play with ‘shu’! Duo queue is the best!]
[Isn’t ‘shu’ offline? Duo queue is lonely?]
[‘shu’s avatar just lit up.]
[I testify, the moment the friend panel was closed, it lit up.]
And then it was just for an instant.
The fans squatting in the live room only blinked and couldn’t see what Shen Fang did at all, but the game interface had already turned back into the friend list.
“…”
Shen Fang’s pupils constricted sharply.
The broken hair falling in front of his eyes gradually became blurred, and in his eyes, there was only the lit-up avatar that was familiar to the bone.
The netizens weren’t talking nonsense.
The avatar that had been gray for several years and had never lit up was now lit, having regained its color.
It had been too long.
He could almost not remember what it looked like when this avatar was lit.
Mo Xuzhi tried several times and finally used code to figure out the correct password.
Fortunately, several years ago, accounts didn’t require binding a phone number; you could log in as long as the password was correct. Otherwise, now that he had changed his number, this wouldn’t be easy to handle.
Logging in was successful. Before Mo Xuzhi even had time to see what the game had become, a series of various activities popped up.
He closed various recharge discount activities and received a return gift package along the way. Then he continued to close activities. Mo Xuzhi propped his chin and clicked the mouse mechanically.
As he was clicking, the interface suddenly changed.
Mo Xuzhi’s spirit was slightly refreshed.
Which activity did he click on?
Actually, it didn’t seem like one.
The interface froze for a moment, then suddenly jumped to the game preparation interface.
There was another person standing in the interface, right next to him, motionless.
A prompt popped up in the lower right corner, saying he had accepted the invitation from [Friend: shen_].
shen_?
After thinking back for a moment, Mo Xuzhi remembered who this person was.
Considered an old friend. Although separated by a network cable, they used to be able to chat for a few sentences every day.
It was quite fun to run through the maps passionately together before.
He didn’t expect that after so long, the other party was still playing.
The number of people in the lobby gradually increased. His rank was low but his level was high, so the system matched him with mid-end players. Mo Xuzhi roughly guessed his current level and didn’t want to drag down an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.
[shu: Haven’t played for a long time, my skills can’t keep up. Let’s play together when there’s an opportunity in the future ^_^]
Fearing the other party would misunderstand, Mo Xuzhi also added a small emoji.
Shen Fang looked at the message in the lower left and then at the center of the screen.
There was a high possibility that ‘shu’ had made a slip of the hand and clicked wrong. He hadn’t had time to prepare anything, and the character, still wearing clothes from several years ago, was moving around with the mouse in a strange posture.
Shen Fang guessed he was still looking for the exit button.
The game interface had changed a lot in the past few years, so it was still difficult to adapt all at once.
[Hahahahahahahahaha I’m dying of laughter, what is this? The movement is so cursed that the head is glitched out.]
[Real·Can’t find the head.jpg]
[Shu! Don’t go!]
[Want to watch +1, just went to search for the video recommended by that netizen just now, the picture was too blurry, didn’t dare to keep watching, squatting for a live version.]
[Talking so big, will they play as well as professional players?]
[Gun God is slaughtering ah ah ah ah ah ah]
[Hasn’t it started yet… oh it’s started!]
Mo Xuzhi was still looking for the exit.
He searched for a long time, not even letting the borders go. As a result, even after three teammates were randomly matched, he still hadn’t found it.
So he decided to search online.
The computer was still in the game and couldn’t be moved for the time being, so Mo Xuzhi could only restart his phone.
As a result, halfway through turning it on, he looked up and found he was already on the plane.
The game had started.
Someone on the team was asking: “Where are we jumping?”
Once the game starts, you can’t quit.
Mo Xuzhi’s throat was choked.
The other teammates on the plane had already started discussing where to jump.
“P-City.”
“How about trying the Military Base?”
“There will be a lot of people there, right? How about choosing a remote spot to camp? Brothers, this round concerns my rank up, I’m counting on you all.”
The last one to speak was an old brother with a deep, sonorous voice.
The comments froze for a moment.
Shen Fang also paused. The hand ready to type stopped strangely in the air before returning to normal.
[shen_: Anywhere is fine. I’m streaming, do you mind?]
[shu: Anywhere is fine]
“No problem.”
“Don’t mind.”
The one who spoke last was still that old brother: “As long as I can rank up, anything is fine.”
“…”
Finally, the Number 5 girl took the initiative to ask: “We’re almost there, where exactly are we jumping?”
“Number 4 just said he wanted to play it safe. How about going to the School? The competition isn’t fierce, and weapons depend on luck.”
[shen_: Okay]
[shu: Sure]
The live room had become lively since the game started. The comments were piled up in a thick layer, making it impossible to see the screen clearly.
Shen Fang had thrown a piece of candy into his mouth at the same time the game started. He reset the comments, leaving only a small line at the very top to display comments, his eyes fixed on the chat window in the lower right.
The comments were crowded together, making it difficult to discern the content.
[Why isn’t Auntie talking today?]
[Inexplicably feeling that Auntie is a bit nervous.]
Although Shen Fang talked little, he would still say a few sentences for the netizens in the live room from time to time, occasionally asking for their opinions. He wouldn’t be like now, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time.
Shen Fang was indeed a bit nervous.
He looked no different from usual on the surface, but his palms were constantly sweating.
He didn’t know why, but he just had a drive in his heart.
When he used to play with ‘shu’ before, the two of them always had friend voice chat on, and they could chat about small things for a long time. They wouldn’t be like now, neither of them talking, just mechanically typing text, completely unable to discern the other’s emotions.
Perhaps it was because of fear, or maybe it was cowardice. ‘shu’ didn’t speak, and he had a string taut in his head and didn’t speak either.
He didn’t dare to speak.
He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, the current surface calmness would be broken.
He was afraid that ‘shu’ would disappear for several more years.
“Then let’s go to the School. Is it convenient for Number 1 and Number 2 to turn on their mics?”
Number 5 girl was quite cheerful and said, “It’ll be more convenient to turn on the mics after we land later.”
Shen Fang held the mouse and pursed his dry lips.
The air solidified.
“Sizzle—”
A burst of static sounded, and then a light, slightly husky male voice came from the headphones. He said:
“Okay.”