Rich woman's happy ball?

Jiang Siming, who had just bought an 18-yuan beef brisket rice bowl from a street stall and was planning to head home, noticed a large advertisement posted outside an office complex as he passed by.

It read in bold characters [4AM PUBG Team Recruitment], followed by several recruitment details:

Must be 18 years of age or older, Over 2000 hours of gameplay, KDA of 4.0 or higher, Average damage per match of 500+, Must have a rank of 3000+ in the Asian server and 4000+ in other servers, No bad habits, obedient to arrangements, in good physical health, Those with a natural talent for sniping will be given priority.

Monthly salary of 50,000+, room and board included, with tournament prize money and seasonal dividends calculated separately.

Seeing this recruitment notice, Jiang Siming felt a surge of temptation.

The terms were simply too good—a monthly salary of 50,000 and room and board included.

But then he thought about how he hadn't yet met their standards.

His account didn't even have a hundred hours of gameplay, his rank was only 1200 points, and his KDA and average damage were even less worth mentioning.

The hole he had dug for himself earlier was too deep; even though he had eaten quite a few chicken dinners over the past two days, those stats still hadn't risen much.

He was nowhere near meeting the requirements, and besides, after joining a team, he would have to train with his teammates every day. His schedule wouldn't be his own, meaning he would have to obey the team's commands entirely.

Having just escaped the misery of office work, Jiang Siming really didn't want to be under someone else's control for the time being, so he took a couple of looks and turned to leave.

Back home, Jiang Siming polished off the beef brisket rice. After eating his fill, he took a shower. Just as he was about to start playing games, a knock sounded at the door.

He opened it to find his landlady, Big Mom.

"Sister Luo, is something the matter?" Jiang Siming asked with a frown.

Sister Luo was his landlady, but Jiang Siming didn't like her; she was too snobbish, stingy, and very heartless.

The moment Sister Luo saw Jiang Siming, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Her beady eyes scanned him up and down, and she broke into a suggestive smile.

"Xiao Jiang, I just came by to check on you and tell you two things."

"Go ahead, I'm listening." Jiang Siming remained expressionless, his body blocking the doorway; he had no intention of letting her in.

Sister Luo wasn't annoyed. She leered at Jiang Siming a few more times and said with a laugh, "First, a new tenant is coming tomorrow. You'd better tidy up the things in the living room; it'll give the new tenant a good impression."

Sister Luo's apartment had two bedrooms and one living room, and it was a shared rental. Jiang Siming only rented one room. The original occupants of the other room were a very honest and decent couple, but they had moved out last month, and the room had been empty ever since.

"Sister Luo, it's fine to bring a tenant over, but we agreed before: don't bring any strange or disreputable people to live here."

Jiang Siming spoke his mind; he didn't want his roommate to be a slob or some disgusting professional, such as a sex worker, a gambler, or a gangster. If that happened, he would move out immediately.

He had been quite satisfied with the previous couple; they were very hygienic and decent people, aside from the fact that he would occasionally hear sounds unsuitable for children at night.

Sister Luo laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Jiang. This time it's a girl, very clean and pretty. I wouldn't be comfortable letting just anyone live in my house either, would I?"

"That's good. And the other thing?"

"The other thing is that your rent for this month is due. See when you have time to pay it." Sister Luo grinned, her mouth full of greed.

Although Jiang Siming wasn't exactly angry, he didn't have a single good impression of her.

He had lived here for over a year, and every month Sister Luo came to collect rent right on time, not a moment later; if he was a day late, she would add a late fee.

Once, when he was truly strapped for cash and asked her to give him two days of leeway, she refused despite all his pleading. In the end, Jiang Siming had no choice but to apply for a credit card just to pay her rent.

Just as Jiang Siming was about to get the money, Sister Luo became unexpectedly 'open-minded.'

"Actually, Xiao Jiang, if you're strapped for cash, it's no big deal. I can give you a few days of leeway."

Before she even finished her sentence, she continued, "My back and waist have been aching these past two days. If you come to my place and give me a massage, I won't charge you any extra fees. How about that?"

The legendary 'sugar mommy' trap? She wanted to groom him into a kept man?

Hearing this, Jiang Siming didn't say a word. He turned around, went into his room, took out two thousand yuan, slapped it onto the living room coffee table, and then returned to his room, slamming the door shut with a bang.

"Hmph, ungrateful brat!"

Sister Luo spat in frustration, picked up the money, and wiggled her barrel-shaped waist as she left.

Having chased away the annoying and disgusting landlady, Jiang Siming finally sat back down at his computer desk, opened PUBG, and continued his solo journey.

Upon entering the lobby, Jiang Siming noticed that many people were inviting him.

They were all unfamiliar IDs. Thinking they were just advertisements, Jiang Siming ignored them, set his status to block invitations, and clicked to start a solo match.

Over in the Shark Live channel, Dumb Sister had resumed her broadcast. Gone was the disappointment from earlier in the day; she had put her 'smiling' face back on and was chatting with her fans while playing the game.

However, every time she died and returned to the lobby, she couldn't help but check if Jiang Siming was online.

He probably won't play today, Dumb Sister thought to herself.

Forcing down her low spirits, she was just about to restart another game when she saw the plus sign next to Jiang Siming's ID light up again.

But a moment later, it went dark again, displaying that he was unavailable for invites.

Her Best Friend saw it too, and noticing that Dumb Sister was about to overthink things again, she quickly whispered to comfort her.

"Dai Dai, his ID is already known to everyone on Shark. Haven't you checked the forums? Many people are saying they want to find him to vent your frustrations, so there must be a lot of strangers trying to invite him; that's why he set it to 'no invites allowed'."

Hearing this, Dumb Sister thought it made sense, so she had to temporarily pull herself together and continue the livestream.

Once in the game, Jiang Siming became serious.

Since this game had become the cradle for realizing his wishes and dreams, he couldn't treat it the same way he treated other games.

Although he didn't have any thoughts of joining a professional team for the time being, Jiang Siming still hoped to climb the ranks; perhaps the drop rate of fragments was higher in high-ELO tiers, who knows.

This time, the map was a small one, the newly released Sanhok Map.

Jiang Siming took a look around from the sky, but no fragments had spawned.

Still, he didn't lose heart and flew toward Sad City.

Sad City was the most terrifying place on the small map, with an average of over twenty people landing there every match; the level of carnage was comparable to the Airport.

Because many people who jumped there ended up dead on arrival or were ambushed by campers, everyone dubbed it Sad City—whoever jumps there ends up depressed.

When pulling his parachute, Jiang Siming realized his landing technique was truly terrible; others had already hit the ground while he was still spinning in the air.

Although he really wanted to go to the largest building in the center to engage in a firefight, those who landed faster had already grabbed guns there, and going over now would just be a suicide mission.

With no other choice, he had to settle for the next best thing, so Jiang Siming jumped into a deep trench outside the buildings.

Landing slow means losing half the game.

Jiang Siming sighed, thinking to himself that he needed to search for parachuting tips on Baidu when he had the time; otherwise, he had all this martial prowess but nowhere to use it.