Follow Aether, Thanks Meow, Follow Aether, Thanks Meow.

Faced with doubts from Wings Up and part of the chat, Qin Feng remained remarkably relaxed.

Cheats?

What cheat could compare to his own persistence and hard work?

Not to mention these so-called second-tier players— even if Valve scanned his entire hard drive, they would not find the slightest trace of cheating.

As for the Wings Up players' accusations in the game chat,

Qin Feng did not respond at all.

Instead, he jokingly replied to the chat.

"They think I'm cheating, so I'm cheating."

"They're already this worked up. Why not go along with them?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah~ Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Speaking of which, TBD still has a Bo3 against Wings Up in tomorrow's Major Qualifier."

Having completed the ace, Qin Feng faced the doubts from both chat and his opponents with a calm, breezy expression.

It was as though getting five kills was no different from eating a meal or drinking water.

What was so difficult about it?

Standard procedure!

His aura instantly shot through the roof!

[Maybe Huaguo CS really does have so-called genius youngsters.]

[Let me ask you this: God A or Wings Up, whose words do you believe?]

[Anyway, God A is my schoolmate. I've been watching since he started streaming, so I choose to believe God A.]

Perhaps Wings Up's words had provoked Qin Feng's teammates and stirred the fighting spirit of Zawroo, People, and the others. Or perhaps Qin Feng's Sniper Rifle had simply beaten Wings Up's players so badly that their aim had gone soft.

Over the remaining four rounds, Wings Up, on the attacking side, failed to take a single point.

The first half ended at 10-5.

Round sixteen of the game brought the second Pistol Round of the match.

With a P250 dropped by a teammate, Qin Feng tore open A Main's defense with two headshots.

Although the remaining three defenders rotated back quickly, they still fell beneath the crossfire of the attacking Terrorists.

As for the gun round in round seventeen, it was defused by Qin Feng's side through a standard late-position setup.

Wan Ji Qi, holding the right side of Underpass, claimed the heads of two pushing CTs right at the start of the round.

The score quickly reached 13-5.

Although they put up a token resistance for one round, once Qin Feng picked up his familiar Sniper Rifle, Wings Up's A Site defense was ruthlessly torn apart once more.

14-6.

The CTs had no money.

Wings Up, forcing up with Desert Eagles and MP9s, could no longer stop the attacking Terrorists' advance.

In the end, the match concluded with a score of 16-6.

In this game, Qin Feng also put up utterly terrifying individual stats.

40 kills, 7 deaths, 1 assist.

Those inhumanly luxurious numbers sparked another wave in the livestream chat.

[Just got here. May I ask what kind of match the streamer is playing today? Perfect C+?]

[Turn it off, God A. This is boring.]

[Follow Aether, thanks meow. Follow Aether, thanks meow.]

[Report Aether, thanks meow. Report Aether, thanks meow.]

[No, one person reporting isn't enough. My suggestion is to share God A's stream with your friends, then report him together.]

[As expected of God A: handsome, sharp aim, great game sense, a captivating voice, and slippery movement.]

After the game ended, Qin Feng did not immediately click the platform's matchmaking button.

Instead, he looked over the eight friend requests on his account.

They came from his three teammates from the last game and Wings Up's five players.

After silently blocking every friend request, Qin Feng casually changed his stream title:

Watch Out for 2D!

He then closed the platform and opened Aimlab to practice his aim.

Tomorrow was the Major Qualifier. Playing against randoms was clearly less effective than practicing aim on maps.

Besides, he had only played that game to test the effects of the Zilong Experience Card.

Now that he knew what it could do, practicing his aim to maintain his form was the best choice.

"Alright, brothers, I'm ending the stream."

"Tomorrow is the Major Qualifier. I'm planning to practice my aim first, then run through some maps."

Qin Feng explained to the viewers in his stream.

[Bye-bye, bye-bye.]

[Go for it, God A. Destroy Wings Up tomorrow and show them what a real genius youngster is.]

[There is only one true God A, and that is— AmaNEk!]

An entire afternoon passed in the blink of an eye.

In the empty training room, the only sounds were Qin Feng's keyboard and mouse clicks.

The other TBD teammates did not even seem to have any intention of preparing for the Major.

With the score decided in advance and the script prepared in advance, what was there to prepare for?

They were going to lose anyway. As long as they did not throw too obviously, no one would be able to tell.

And even if someone could tell, could they produce any evidence?

Sometimes, match-fixing and mistakes were truly difficult to distinguish.

Even if their acting was clumsy, there would still be paid shills hired by the boss to whitewash them.

Carrying a plastic bag of takeout, TBD.Wyyxhydmy happened to pass by the training room. Seeing Qin Feng still running through maps inside, he gave a self-mocking smile.

"Chasing dreams, chasing dreams... How many people actually succeed at chasing their dreams?"

"One general's success is built upon ten thousand bones."

"At the feet of ropz, s1mple, and ZywOo, who knew how many talented youngsters had dropped out of school to go pro and fallen along the way?"

"Only after you truly go pro do you realize just how cruel professional competition is."

"The talent you speak of is actually worthless in other people's eyes."

Beside him, the captain of TBD, TBD.Life, who had gone to get takeout with TBD.Wyyxhydmy, helplessly patted him on the shoulder.

"I have no idea how the boss found him."

"I remember when the team was first formed, the boss brought us together to fix matches."

"I didn't expect someone would genuinely want results."

"Anyway, we've already come clean with him. He'll probably be kicked after this Major Qualifier."

"I just don't get it. Wouldn't it be better to quietly take the money? What's the point of training so hard? Does he really think he's s1mple?"

Just as Qin Feng could not understand his teammates fixing matches,

the other TBD players could not understand Qin Feng's persistence either.

No matter how good you were, could you really 1v9?

If he were truly a genius youngster, Tyloo, RA, or VC's youth academies would have noticed him long ago.

How could it possibly be the turn of a bottom-tier second-rate team like TBD?

The boss had probably only let Qin Feng join because of the labels "genius youngster" and "top student from Magic City."

Forget about making it into the Major and getting a signature item of his own.

Even making it through the Major's regional qualifier was an incredibly difficult task.

"Sigh."

Life let out a melancholy sigh.

He, too, had once been full of high spirits.

Who, at seventeen or eighteen, had not been a hot-blooded youth with no fear of anything?

Until cruel reality had battered him so thoroughly that he was left black and blue.

The prize money he earned in his first year had not even been enough to buy a train ticket home.

This was the cruelty of the professional scene.

First-rate players gained vast fame and wealth.

Third-rate players had nothing at all.

He had made it this far entirely by relying on the profits from fixed matches.

Thinking of the Dragon AWP and Gem Knife in his inventory,

Life shook his head bitterly.

"Heh, if I hadn't fixed matches..."

"I'd probably still be using default skins."