Split-Personality Tuan Tuan

The plane took off.

"I'm definitely going to kill someone this round. I can't keep playing without any dignity."

Maybe it was because of the rhythm set by the comments in her Live Stream Room, but Tuan Tuan felt that even with Jiang Siming carrying her, she had to put on a good performance!

She couldn't let everyone look down on her as a noob who relied on her "boyfriend" to carry her, even though she really loved hearing that~

"This round, I'll be a killer—a killer without emotions. I have a very strong sense of self-esteem, I'm telling you!"

Jiang Siming let her ramble beside him like a little old lady. Not only was he not annoyed, he even found it a little amusing.

They marked a relatively remote city and jumped there, only to discover that two other teams had followed them anyway.

"Great! Little Ming Bro, if I kill someone this round, you have to praise me, okay?"

"Okay, no problem." Jiang Siming agreed readily.

With that assurance, Tuan Tuan became even more fired up. She even chose a house that was somewhat far from Jiang Siming's landing spot.

She was afraid Jiang Siming would steal all her kills.

Jiang Siming was also happy to trust her skills and began looting on his own.

But less than half a minute later, he heard her scream.

"Wow! Little Ming Bro, come quickly! I'm begging you, I'm going to die, waah! They're right outside my house~"

Jiang Siming took a look and saw that half of the girl's health had already been depleted. Apparently, she had been shot.

"I'm coming over now. Hold them off."

"I can't hold them off, waah! They're coming in~"

"Then tell them, 'Big brother, please don't kill me.'"

"Big brother, please don't kill me. Don't kill me, okay? I have elderly parents at home. Ah~ It's useless! They're rushing the building~"

"Switch to English. Give us a bilingual broadcast."

"Oh, emmbrotherbrotherdontkillmenonono."

The live-stream effect created by their back-and-forth was explosive. The audience laughed so hard their mouths nearly split.

Perhaps Tuan Tuan's "sonic attack" had worked to some extent. The other side gave up on attacking and decided to throw a Grenade instead.

Jiang Siming, who had already reached the battlefield, wiped out the entire team in a few quick moves.

Tuan Tuan was drenched in a cold sweat, and her heart trembled.

Still shaken, she picked up a few items, then began following closely behind Jiang Siming. She refused to go anywhere else.

"What happened to killing people on your own?"

"What happened to being a woman with a strong sense of self-esteem?"

"I'm a killer without emotions. What about now?"

"Go kill someone, Tuan Tuan."

Faced with the comments in her Live Stream Room, Tuan Tuan refused to fall for it again.

"I think that since this is a duo game, I can't just ignore Little Ming Bro and rush off on my own. That would put him in danger. There'd be no one to protect him."

Tuan Tuan spoke with great "loyalty," without turning red in the face at all. She even found time to take a sip of her bubble tea.

"Have some shame, will you? Does Ming Shen need you to protect him?"

"It's already lucky if no one runs into him. What the hell are you going to protect him from?"

"Tuan Tuan's skin is getting thicker and thicker."

"You're clinging to Ming Shen like that. Aren't you afraid the old woman will get jealous?"

Whatever the comments said, Tuan Tuan acted as if she couldn't see them. She continued drinking her milk tea and playing Little Ming Bro's sidekick.

She drank too much and accidentally let out a burp in the Live Stream Room.

Jiang Siming was just about to tease her when he realized that the girl had already begun defending herself through her split personality.

Tuan Tuan: "Little sister, who told you to burp? Your big sister is livestreaming. If you do that, they'll think it was me who burped."

Little Sister (her split personality): "I didn't (pitifully)~"

Tuan Tuan: "You did! And you still won't admit it. That's called being dishonest, understand? How does big sister usually teach you? How can you be so disobedient?"

Little Sister: "Waah, I'm sorry, big sister."

Tuan Tuan: "Mm, that's more like it. Go out and play. Big sister has to work."

Little Sister: "Bye-bye, big sister."

Tuan Tuan: "All right, everyone, my little sister was being naughty just now. Please don't mind her. Little Ming Bro, don't misunderstand either~"

Jiang Siming was dumbfounded. There was actually such a move?

With Tuan Tuan, a split-personality drama queen, around, Jiang Siming's killing spree gained quite a bit of entertainment value.

In the relaxed and carefree game, Jiang Siming finished with twenty-six kills and won the chicken dinner.

Jiang Siming could handle a 4,500-point match without any pressure, let alone while carrying Tuan Tuan, whose 2,000 points had been earned entirely through hiding.

Tuan Tuan's score dragged down the rating of the players they were matched with, making Jiang Siming feel like he was playing in a fishpond. It was far too easy.

And because Jiang Siming kept giving her kills, Tuan Tuan managed to kill a full six people, making the silly girl so happy she didn't know which way was up.

After the match, Tuan Tuan excitedly returned to the lobby and announced loudly and proudly to everyone, "My KDA must have skyrocketed! I'll show you my KDA right now!"

When she opened her match statistics, Tuan Tuan instantly fell silent.

Curious, Jiang Siming checked Tuan Tuan's statistics.

KDA: 0.22

This KDA was truly something else. He really had no idea how she had managed to get it that way.

Unwilling to accept it, the embarrassed Tuan Tuan opened Jiang Siming's match statistics.

KDA: 22.99

It was exactly one hundred times Tuan Tuan's.

The audience teased Jiang Siming that he could beat a hundred Tuan Tuans. The numbers were just too tragic.

His KDA had risen again, but Jiang Siming didn't feel much about it.

His skills had grown increasingly formidable. That last chicken dinner had given him three more White Fragments: Vss, AWM, and Mk14 mastery.

Jiang Siming had obtained the essential techniques for both airdrop sniper rifles. From then on, he had completely mastered sniper rifles.

The two were about to queue again when Jiang Siming suddenly received an invitation from 4am_GovdzzZ.

"Want to play together? I'm solo queueing." Wei Shen's message arrived.

Jiang Siming directly pulled him into the team.

"Wow, Wei-chan! Long time no see." Tuan Tuan greeted Wei Shen when she saw him.

Wei Shen laughed and teased her. "Now that you have Old Jiang, are you getting cocky? You haven't asked me to carry you in a game lately. You used to call me every day."

"Hehe, Little Ming Bro is amazing. Now I only need him to carry me."

"Heh, women. They really are fickle creatures." Wei Shen sneered.

"Hey, hey, hey, Wei-chan, if you keep acting up, watch out. I'll file a formal complaint with Sister Bee!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I was only joking. Don't take it seriously. Let's start, Old Jiang." Wei Shen very "readily" skipped over the subject.

The three formally entered the game. Wei Shen automatically ignored Tuan Tuan and began chatting with Jiang Siming.

"The PCPI elimination rounds for each country begin next month. We'll start by playing domestically. We have to finish in the top three at minimum to go to Britain. If you have time this month, come train with us more. We need to build coordination and practice our tactics."

"Sure. If nothing comes up, I'll go over."

Jiang Siming didn't take it too seriously, because he believed that tactics were unreliable in the face of true strength.

The greatest purpose of tactical training was simply to improve the margin for error in one's shooting, making up for shortcomings and mistakes in marksmanship through coordination.

This was an FPS game. As long as your skill was far higher than everyone else's, any tactic was nothing more than a matter of firing one magazine.

Even if the opposing side surrounded you, they still needed to expose their positions by engaging you in a firefight. As long as they dared expose themselves, Jiang Siming was completely confident he could take them down!