Rising Popularity!

There was still an hour before Jiang Siming's stream started at three in the afternoon.

Yet the 99999 Live Stream Room was already packed, with more than a million people online—and the number was still climbing nonstop.

"I came here because of the online video 'Zou Ma'!"

"I watched the kill video on Bilibili. He's practically a beast, so I came to see for myself!"

"Open the stream, open the stream! I want to hear you sing!"

"Start the slaughter, Ming Shen! I still want to see you tear through the Asian server!"

"Honey, when are you starting the stream? Eek!"

"Such a talented husband is mine!"

His popularity was soaring and refused to fall!

Jiang Siming's Live Stream Room clearly had the potential to become the third-most-popular room on Shark.

If this popularity continued, apart from veteran streamers PDD and Da Ma Hou, Jiang Siming might very well become Shark's third-biggest streamer.

Quite a few veteran streamers were jealous of Jiang Siming's popularity and believed he was faking it. But after they reported him, the only reply they received was: "There's nothing wrong with him. You're just petty."

It was almost three o'clock before Jiang Siming finally got his fill of driving and returned home to start his stream.

The moment he started streaming, Jiang Siming was dumbfounded. What was going on? Why were there so many people!

Online viewers: 3545129, approximately 3.5 million.

Popularity: 8787544, approximately 8.8 million.

These figures completely left Jiang Siming stunned.

When he had started streaming yesterday, there had only been a few hundred thousand viewers, and his popularity had barely reached a million.

Today's numbers were a little frightening. What the heck?

"Wow, it's lively today. Good afternoon, everyone." Jiang Siming greeted the viewers into his microphone.

"You finally started streaming. You're a full minute late!"

"Ming Shen, you're getting cocky. You were fifty seconds late! Sing us 'Zou Ma' and we'll let it slide."

"I came specifically for 'Zou Ma'!"

"I came over from Bilibili to learn some skills. Does the streamer take disciples?"

"Honey, you finally came. I've been waiting for you for so long."

"I looked at the comments. So many people came for 'Zou Ma,' but this isn't a music stream. What should I do?"

Jiang Siming's mournful tone amused the viewers, and they all said they would let him off if he sang one song.

But Jiang Siming knew all too well that what people couldn't have was always the most tempting. How could he agree so easily?

"How about this? I'll sing you all a song before I end the stream. Will that do?"

Without waiting for the viewers' opinions, Jiang Siming logged into PUBG. He was just that willful.

A big streamer needed this kind of presence! Hmm, he had learned it pretty well. It looked convincing.

"Yesterday, while scrolling through Douyin, I found a video saying that Win 94 was the weakest gun, along with a whole bunch of trash talk. So today, I'm going to play a round with Win 94 and clear this gun's name."

After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he switched to the Desert Map and started the game!

The viewers who had come to hear him sing had planned to return that evening, but after hearing Jiang Siming's words, they grew curious and stayed to watch for a while.

"Win 94 is pretty weak, right? I never use it anyway."

"You can't equip a scope on it and have to rely on iron sights. It's too hard to use."

"Is Ming Shen planning to win the game with this gun?"

"If he can win the entire game using only Win 94, I'll send five rockets without another word!"

"I believe in Big Boss Ming!"

The viewers' comments were lively, with both believers and skeptics among them.

It wasn't like yesterday, when everyone had said Jiang Siming was dreaming after he claimed he would reach number one on the Asian server in a day.

After entering the vast Desert Map, Jiang Siming aimed for the most chaotic location on the map: Picador City!

It was paradise for desert outlaws. Like Sad City in Sanhok and the Airport on Erangel, it was a city of blood and violence.

Jiang Siming chose to jump into the most terrifying place of all—the Boxing Arena. Although there was a risk he wouldn't find a Win 94, Jiang Siming parachuted much faster than other players. Even if he couldn't find one, he could still escape.

As soon as he retracted his parachute, he performed a stylish forward roll and landed on the third floor of the Boxing Arena.

Many people were still flying through the sky. Jiang Siming swept his eyes across the three-story building. There were plenty of guns, but not the one he wanted.

Even when faced with the temptation of an AK, an M416, and even a Kar98k, Jiang Siming ignored them all. He had said he would only use a Win 94.

He went down to the second floor, but unfortunately, there still wasn't one!

By then, the other players had also reached the three-story building and begun picking up guns.

The viewers grew anxious for Jiang Siming.

"Why don't you pick up a gun first and fight!"

"Pick up a gun and kill someone first. You can switch when you see a Win 94."

"You'll die if you don't pick up a gun soon. Stop being so stubborn!"

"Please, act like a normal person. I can already hear footsteps coming downstairs."

Jiang Siming searched the second floor but still found nothing. He continued running downstairs, while someone behind him was already following the sound of his footsteps.

At last, Heaven rewarded his persistence. In a lounge on the first floor, Jiang Siming saw the gun he wanted.

He picked it up and loaded it, but the reload speed was painfully slow.

The sound of each round being chambered made the viewers anxious.

Just as he finished loading, the player who had come searching arrived with a gun in hand—and it was a shotgun.

When that person saw Jiang Siming, and the Win 94 in his hands, he smiled. An expression of absolute confidence appeared on his face.

He raised the thick, black barrel, intending to serve Jiang Siming a double-blast shotgun combo.

But Jiang Siming calmly raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

The Win 94's crisp gunshot sounded like a muffled torpedo.

Yet within that muffled sound lay its long-suppressed, formidable power.

The bullet passed straight through the player's head, and the shotgun-wielding player collapsed to the ground with unwillingness written across his face.

A dazzling white light lit up inside the Loot Box.

"Picked up Shotgun Mastery fragment*1 (1/1). Fragment count is full. It can be used directly."

Not a bad game skill. Jiang Siming accepted the fragment, turned around, and charged up to the second floor with his gun.

Although he had only a single Win 94 in his hands, he carried himself with the imposing air of someone fully equipped with top-tier gear.

Three players were exchanging fire on the second floor. One of them couldn't withstand the two-on-one assault and tried to flee.

But Jiang Siming took him down with a single shot.

The player who could have claimed the kill was furious. He aimed his AK at Jiang Siming, intending to riddle him with bullets.

One had to understand that Jiang Siming was playing on his main account—the number-one player on the Asian server with 4,500 points!

The people he was matched with were all among the best players in the highest tiers.

The player with the AK was also a somewhat famous technical streamer on YY Live.

He had just won a game, and his stream was booming. Hundreds of thousands of viewers were watching.

"You're stealing my kill? I'll make sure you die with some fucking rhythm!"

While cursing angrily, he raised his gun and fired!

This streamer's recoil control was pretty good, too. In theory, Jiang Siming, fully exposed without any cover, should have been doomed.

But Jiang Siming twisted and weaved left and right, actually dodging the lethal burst of bullets.

"What the fuck is this bullshit? Could he be some damned orphan?"

The small-time streamer spewed vulgarities casually as he adjusted his muzzle, wanting to reclaim his dignity.

He adjusted the muzzle and successfully found Jiang Siming. But through the small-time streamer's scope, the figure he had considered an easy kill was now raising the white Win 94 in his hands—a gun that looked completely harmless.

Bang!

The small-time streamer's vision went black. He became a corpse and collapsed to the ground, with his body even rolling down from the spectator stands.