He walked lightly to the gap between the containers, his steps careful, as he needed to quickly assess Jing Mian’s position.
But this time, even as he slowed his pace, the heavy, lingering sounds from before suddenly ceased.
They vanished completely.
Greek frowned slightly.
What was going on? Was he just standing there waiting to die?
He didn’t have much patience to explore the enemy’s position, so relying on his instincts from the previous two encounters, he controlled his movements and charged straight through the gap between the containers.
As he moved, he found himself staring at an empty space.
Greek: “?”
Just moments ago, everything had pointed to this spot, yet it felt as if it had evaporated into thin air.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the screen.
The character controlled by Greek fell to the ground!
Under the astonished and bewildered gazes of everyone, the computer system slowly pinpointed the location of the sniper from earlier.
People were astonished to discover that Jing Mian had not left.
He hadn’t taken the back route, nor had he gone to the highest point; instead, he stood atop one of the containers, moving about.
This created the illusion for Greek that Jing Mian was right in the gap.
Carrying so many weapons, the sounds made while walking and fleeing would attract the enemy’s attention.
So Jing Mian simply chose not to move or make any noise, luring the enemy deeper in, turning the tables.
In this round, the prey had become the hunter.
This was almost beyond everyone’s expectations.
Greek was stunned.
As he respawned at the revival point, he suddenly had a somewhat absurd feeling.
Those two headshots earlier… felt a bit like the other side was testing him.
After gauging his strength, he no longer hid or avoided; he even managed to set a trap he hadn’t anticipated, waiting for him to fall into it.
Greek straightened his back in his gaming chair on the other side of the screen.
In the upcoming fourth round.
Greek’s focus shifted away from the two containers, as he figured that the rookie wouldn’t come back to ambush him again; the top of the container was no longer usable.
Thus, Greek pondered where the opponent might be hiding or where he might try to lure him into a trap where escape would be impossible.
To his surprise, this time, Greek heard somewhat heavy footsteps on the highest-speed iron frame.
After a moment’s hesitation, Greek took a different route, slowly moving up to a decaying but very high shelf, relying on his memory to locate the source of the sound.
However, as he neared the top, Greek cautiously stopped, slightly poking his head out to aim with the sniper scope, but no players appeared in his line of sight.
“?”
What was going on?
Just as Greek was caught in a moment of confusion, a gunshot rang out.
Right below him.
The rookie he had dismissed as useless was standing directly beneath him, wielding a submachine gun, and took him down in two shots.
Greek: “…”
Now it was 2:2, a tie.
In the following matches, the character controlled by Jing Mian frequently appeared in unexpected positions, as if he were testing and challenging Greek’s limits, successfully shifting Greek from a lazy, careless state to one of complete focus.
Each respawn and kill heightened his excitement.
Later, Jing Mian didn’t always succeed in ambushing; he even allowed Greek to successfully counterattack in several places where Jing Mian had previously ambushed him.
Greek had played Glory for several years, but this was the first time he felt like he was in a spy thriller.
It made him both angry and amused.
Greek’s style of play seemed to change accordingly.
From dismissive… to focusing on ambushing Jing Mian.
For instance, during the respawn period, he lay in wait in a secluded corner of a cargo ship for several minutes, patiently waiting for Jing Mian to take the bait.
Top players rarely ambush others because they find it beneath them.
But Greek seemed to have broken that tradition in this PK.
And the other side seemed unprepared; when ambushed for the first time, even the character jumped in surprise.
So soon in the next round, Jing Mian retaliated against Greek, seemingly anticipating that he wouldn’t continue hiding in place. The rookie threw a smoke grenade, successfully obscuring Greek’s vision in a haze of white.
Before long, Greek’s character was killed again.
Greek gritted his teeth slightly, feeling both angry and somewhat amused.
When the final timer ended and their scores were compared, Jing Mian was only two points behind Greek.
The first round of the match concluded.
The staff and teammates in the Glory game area finally relaxed their tense nerves, as if they had just watched a grand spy thriller.
It was a rather strange… yet exciting match.
In the past, whether it was a showdown between top players or two novices pecking at each other, it had always been a straightforward battle.
But today, the two had turned a formal shooting competition into a game of hide-and-seek and ambush, each time with a unique twist.
They hadn’t yet begun the second round.
Because Greek suddenly sent a voice message, which the staff received and played aloud.
This time, his tone was completely different from their first interaction; it shifted from disdain and indifference to clear astonishment and eagerness, even tinged with a hint of anticipation and urgency:
“What was the ID of that rookie who just played with me?”
The staff exchanged glances with the young man and asked Jing Mian for his opinion.
Jing Mian quickly shook his head.
The experienced staff member immediately understood and replied to the other end of the call, “Sorry, that’s player privacy and cannot be disclosed.”
But Greek didn’t seem ready to give up; after a moment of silence, he asked, “Then I won’t ask for his ID or which server he’s on, just… is he part of any team now?”
The staff paused for a moment and said, “Yes.”
There was a brief silence on the other end before he suddenly asked, “Is he in Me.?”
Jing Mian was taken aback.
The staff answered, “I can’t disclose that either. Thank you for your practice session; the system will reward your account with a Top-tier Suit as thanks.”
Jing Mian thought to himself, could it be that Greek had already recognized him as Sheep?
That seemed a bit too far-fetched; Jing Mian quickly dismissed that thought. After all, just from a single PK in a shooting game, it was unlikely that someone could accurately guess he was Jing Mian. Most Glory players would probably be exposed.
After a day of training and testing, Jing Mian left the Glory headquarters with his team.
They had arrived in five private cars, but were leaving in four.
One of the team members was in a hurry to pick up his girlfriend.
Initially, everyone thought about taking a taxi directly, but then realized the distance wasn’t too far, so it would be better to squeeze in an extra member in the back seats of the various cars. Even if three people sat side by side, it wouldn’t be too cramped.
Thus, Jing Mian was assigned to a car full of older teammates.
There was only one girl from the logistics department in the car, and if Jing Mian remembered correctly, her name was Chen Xi.
Since both Chen Xi and Jing Mian were relatively slim, they sat together in the back seat, with Jing Mian in the middle.
The slightly heavier member was assigned to the front passenger seat.
The older teammates were quite relaxed in their conversation; they could talk the entire way without any awkward silences, especially about the recent match, which they found particularly entertaining.
“It was really fun! I’ve played on the Glory map for so many years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen you guys utilize every possible hiding spot in a single PK.”
“Hahaha, not a resource wasted at all.”
“But it’s the first time I’ve seen Greek get so worked up. We should definitely have you guys PK a few more times if we get the chance. Didn’t you see how Greek seemed like he didn’t get enough in the end?”
“Next time, you should try the haunted house. I’ve heard Greek is even more skilled in the haunted house than in the first round, but Jing Mian isn’t a pushover either. Who knows who will win or lose then?”
……
Jing Mian smiled.
But he didn’t want to play with Greek again in the future.
Compared to the one-on-one PK, Jing Mian preferred team battles or free practice without any specific goals.
PK required intense concentration and was mentally exhausting.
Moreover, Greek was not an ordinary opponent; it was like multiplying the mental strain by three.
Jing Mian felt a lot of pressure.
He glanced at the time; it was already close to evening.
The sky had darkened to a yellow hue, and from the car’s perspective, he could see the sunset slowly descending along the edge of the city.
Before long, Jing Mian’s phone suddenly chimed.
He looked down to find a message from Mr. Ren.
Jing Mian quietly opened WeChat.
The screen displayed a brief message:
“What do you want to eat tonight?”
Jing Mian pondered for a moment, lowered his gaze, and quickly typed.
“Anything is fine.”
After sending those three words, he felt it was somewhat inappropriate.
He had seen online that when someone asked what you wanted to eat and you replied with “anything,” the other person might feel it was dismissive or that you lacked opinions.
Jing Mian thought for a moment and typed another line:
“I’ll eat whatever you make.”
Just as he was about to send it, his gaze fell on the first word of that line.
Jing Mian paused, then silently deleted the text and retyped:
“I’ll eat whatever you make.”
Since he hadn’t set his phone to silent, the slight tapping noise while typing caught Chen Xi’s attention.
The girl swallowed nervously.
Daring to guess,
Jing Mian wasn’t chatting with Ren Congmian, was he?
They were already on their way home; what could they be discussing at this moment?
Curious about the content and unable to suppress her desire to know many details, Chen Xi bit her lip, wanting to sneak a peek but feeling guilty, torn between the two.
She endured and endured, casting her gaze out the car window at the scenery, then silently withdrew, trying to focus on the older teammates chatting, but found it was no use.
Chen Xi sighed quietly, unable to resist, employing the skills she had honed in school to sneak a look at her desk mate’s homework, sitting upright and using her sidelong glance.
Thus, she caught a glimpse of the contact note at the top of the chat box.
It only had three words:
——【Mr. Ren】
At that moment, Chen Xi felt her heart leap.
……
It seemed to be true.
Could it really be true?!
MianMian’s fiancé is Ren Congmian?!
Jing Mian held his phone, waiting, while the other end seemed to fall silent for a few seconds.
The young man quickly received a new message:
“Crispy Pork Ribs?”
Jing Mian stared at the four little words on the screen, momentarily stunned, then felt a flutter of excitement.
If he could eat Crispy Pork Ribs, that would be quite nice.
However, before Jing Mian could reply with “Okay,” Mr. Ren had already sent another message:
“Shrimp with Scrambled Eggs.”
Jing Mian: “?”
Was this a multiple-choice question?
Staring at the two equally appealing dish names, Jing Mian swallowed silently.
In fact… he liked both.
If he had to choose one, he leaned more towards the second, so he quickly typed: “Okay.”
Just half a second after sending that, Mr. Ren sent another message:
“Beding Milk Cabbage.”
Jing Mian’s hand froze, surprised that Mr. Ren was giving him so many options. Was he planning to cook or order takeout?
But right now, the important thing was… the third one also looked delicious.
The young man thought, could he change his mind at the last minute?
“Salted Egg Yolk Chicken Wings.”
This was the fourth dish.
Jing Mian: “……” He couldn’t refuse that one either.
The young man was caught in a dilemma.
After a long struggle, he ultimately decided to stick to the order.
He typed: “I want 1.”
After entering 1, Jing Mian paused for two seconds, unable to resist deleting it.
He wanted to send 4,
But was held back by 2.
And 3 looked… like a very tasty vegetarian dish.
In the past, Jing Mian made decisions casually and decisively, but facing a group of dish names in such a difficult situation was a first for him.
Thus, on Mr. Ren’s chat box,
The young man on the other side fell into a continuous “typing…” state.
But Jing Mian didn’t hesitate for too long.
Because soon, he received a message from Ren Xingwan:
“No need to choose.”
Jing Mian was taken aback, his fingers momentarily pausing.
He saw that Mr. Ren’s next message, which had no emotional fluctuations and was somewhat indifferent and brief:
“I’ll make all of them for you.”
……
……
Chen Xi felt her heart explode.
Help.
She was going to be sweetly overwhelmed by this little couple!!