Taking a Bullet and Giving Away a Chicken

008. Blocking the Shot and Giving Away the Chicken

"It's over!" Dumb Sister and her audience's hearts all sank.

Sure enough, the gunfire immediately drew the attention of both sides.

Both sides poked their heads out, raising various guns and spraying wildly at Jiang Siming and Dumb Sister.

Jiang Siming instantly dropped to half health, hit twice.

But calm as ever, he snapped up his Kar98k and fired a quick-scope shot at the enemy who'd leaned out on the right.

"Player Ming killed player Tiantian with a Kar98k"

Having taken down one enemy, Jiang Siming was about to fire left.

But he saw Dumb Sister had been whittled down to a sliver of health by the left-side player—one more shot and she was dead.

If Jiang Siming insisted on killing the left-side player, that enemy would die, but Dumb Sister would too.

After a brief hesitation, Jiang Siming decided not to shoot.

Instead, he sidestepped a few paces, moving to Dumb Sister's left.

The last bullet flying in didn't hit Dumb Sister, who should have taken it, but struck Jiang Siming instead.

Dumb Sister was puzzled for a moment—why wasn't she dead?

She turned her head and saw a tall, imposing figure blocking beside her; the sound of the bullet hitting flesh rang harshly in her ears.

Then it clicked—Jiang Siming had used his body to take the fatal bullet for her.

Moved by this sudden act.

The flutter in Dumb Sister's heart shot up like an unstoppable spring.

She knew Jiang Siming had no idea who she was, even found her tagging along annoying, and barely responded to her flattery.

It was clear Jiang Siming wasn't the type of simp who couldn't function around women.

Someone like that, logically, had no reason to take a bullet for her.

Yet he did it, and so decisively.

In the Live Stream Room's Bullet Comments, many male viewers who'd been jealous and bitter earlier had nothing to say in the face of such a manly move, let alone the female fans.

"That block was manly, real manly—no room to hate."

"He could've just raised his gun and killed the enemy, but he gave it up for Dumb Sister. Gotta say, that's gentlemanly."

"Looks like it was an instinctive choice—he didn't have time to think. For that alone, I'm switching from hater to fan."

"Wow, Dumb Sister's so lucky to meet such a great guy. Just confess already!"

"That guy's mine—draw your blades, you wretches!"

Surviving, Dumb Sister hid behind Jiang Siming's broad back, torn between guilt and gratitude.

"Brother Ming, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Jiang Siming didn't reply, just raised his gun again.

Aimed, fired, and finished off the left-side enemy—but still, no shard appeared.

Now only Dumb Sister and Jiang Siming were left.

Whoever died, the other would get the chicken dinner.

Dumb Sister had opened a six-million Fish Balls bet.

Jiang Siming didn't know, but he still wanted to give the chicken to Dumb Sister.

After all, she was a girl—probably didn't get many chicken dinners. Letting her have one wouldn't hurt.

But to his surprise, Dumb Sister ran into the blue zone on her own and collapsed from the damage.

"Winner winner, chicken dinner!"

Staring at the screen prompt, Jiang Siming was stunned for a moment, but he saw a purple glow in Dumb Sister's crate.

Before the game ended, Jiang Siming rushed over and picked up the purple note shard.

"Obtained Primary Gene Potion*1 (1/1). Shard count full, can be used directly."

Gene potion?

Jiang Siming clicked use, and a test-tube-like potion appeared on the table, along with information about it flooding into his mind.

Primary Gene Potion: Improves the human genetic structure, perfects various bodily functions. At the primary level, it can reach the top five percent of global human physical fitness.

Holy crap!

That meant this potion could bring Jiang Siming's physique up to par with the top five percent in the world.

That was one in ten thousand, nearly on par with a local military district's Soldier King level.

And this was just the primary version—there were probably intermediate or advanced ones too.

Potion in hand, Jiang Siming ignored the game for now and downed it in one gulp.

A taste like Sweet Sauce entered his stomach, quickly turning into streams of electric current.

Jiang Siming's body began to crackle and pop, even his face starting to ache.

This gave Jiang Siming a huge scare—he wasn't getting disfigured, was he?

The transformation lasted a minute before stopping.

Jiang Siming immediately yanked off his headset, got up, and ran into the bathroom.

In the mirror, he saw that his entire body was covered in black, sticky slime, including his face.

Forgetting to check if he was disfigured, he stripped off his clothes and rushed into the shower for a thorough wash.

After making sure he was clean, Jiang Siming came out of the bathroom and stood naked in front of the mirror.

One look, and Jiang Siming was stunned.

His original height of 1.78 meters had been boosted to 1.83 meters. The "Rich Man's Fat" accumulated from years of no exercise was completely gone, and his little belly had vanished too.

In their place were eight "soap-bar" abs and a standard Mermaid Line. The flab on his legs had also bid farewell, replaced by brand-new Tendon Meat.

Even his—

His face wasn't disfigured. The changes were small but clearly an improvement.

His nose bridge was higher, his eyes bigger, his gaze deeper, his eyebrows straighter, and his facial contours more defined.

His overall appearance had jumped up several notches!

If the old Jiang Siming could score an 80 on looks, now he had soared to a 95, at least!

Especially his aura—bright as a spring breeze, a smile like radiant sunshine, a frown like brilliant Xingchen—it almost made Jiang Siming not recognize himself.

"This potion is... way too badass."

Jiang Siming was utterly shaken. He could slap his chest and swear that if he stood in the entertainment industry right now, he'd absolutely crush pretty-boy types like Lu Han or Wu Yifan!

"With looks this good, maybe I should go into showbiz?"

That thought lingered in Jiang Siming's mind for half a second before he passed on it.

He had no acting talent or singing skill—he wasn't about to go be a vase in the entertainment world.

Besides, he didn't want a life under the watch of mass media. And he still had to make his fortune through PUBG—if he went into showbiz, when would he have time to game?

Shaking his head, Jiang Siming stopped daydreaming and returned to his computer desk, ready to continue his chicken dinner game.

By then, his game screen had popped back up, returning to the lobby.

Jiang Siming was about to queue solo again, but he noticed an ID in the bottom right corner had been inviting him to play together.

That ID looked familiar—it was the girl from the last match.