"No." Chen Zhao said as he tossed a Smoke Grenade onto the second floor.
The voice upstairs shrieked twice and yelled, "Don't throw grenades, don't throw grenades!" When she realized it wasn't a frag grenade but a Smoke Grenade, she grew furious. "Can't you be a little more peaceful? You really can't tell who I am? I'm Little Bamboo Shoot from Fighting Panda Live! I'm really popular!"
"Never heard of you," Chen Zhao said coldly. "Little Bamboo Shoot, do you want to come down and die quickly and painlessly? If you don't, I'm coming up!"
While Chen Zhao faced off against Little Bamboo Shoot upstairs, the viewers in his livestream were already going wild:
Fatty Who Loves Bamboo Shoots: "No way, what are the odds? You ran into Little Bamboo Shoot?"
Wolf Brother Is The Coolest: "Who's Little Bamboo Shoot? Is she really that popular?"
Oreo and Lao Gan Ma: "Seriously, you don't even know Little Bamboo Shoot? She's that really pretty one with the big boobs!"
Banana With Red Date: "She's obviously the really pretty one with the long legs!"
Gold Member of the Appearance Association: "Little Bamboo Shoot has eight million followers! She may be ridiculously bad at the game, but she's gorgeous!"
Blood Wall With Answer: "What? You're a gaming streamer with no skills, and you can get followers just by having a pretty face? What kind of world is this? Where's the spirit of esports? I'll look her up... Damn, Little Bamboo Shoot really is gorgeous. Followed!"
Chen Zhao was hesitating over whether to rush upstairs when he suddenly heard footsteps. Then an enemy burst through the door!
Chen Zhao's hands flew. He spun around and fired, blasting the intruder in the face twice with the S686!
Boom! Boom!
[You knocked down Wife in the Wife Cake with a headshot using the S686] [You killed Wife in the Wife Cake with a headshot using the S686]
The intruder had barely managed to fire a shot before he was knocked down, then finished off with another. He was completely stunned. What just happened? He'd been taken out in seconds? That was ridiculously fast! Had he run into a shotgun god?
Chen Zhao leisurely went over to loot the crate. There wasn't much worth taking, so he grabbed a few bottles of medicine and a Smoke Grenade. Smoke Grenades were great to have in the Final Circle.
After looting the crate, Chen Zhao heard Little Bamboo Shoot wailing upstairs:
"Ah, how could this happen! Why?!"
Chen Zhao was quick to catch on. "That Wife in the Wife Cake was your teammate, right? You were chatting with me to stall for time while waiting for him to sneak up on me, weren't you?"
Little Bamboo Shoot: "..."
Little Bamboo Shoot: "Yes..."
Chen Zhao: "If I'm not mistaken, he was your last teammate, right?"
Little Bamboo Shoot: "Waaah, yes..."
Little Bamboo Shoot: "Mr. Streamer, can you please not kill me?"
"Give me one reason not to kill you." Chen Zhao kept the girl upstairs talking while looking for a chance to rush her. Meanwhile, he grumbled inwardly that Little Bamboo Shoot had to be terrible at the game, practically as bad as a bot. Otherwise, she wouldn't be this timid. Anyone else would have charged down to fight or jumped out the window to escape. They wouldn't have stayed upstairs, crying helplessly and begging for mercy.
"Let's team up. You don't shoot me, and I won't shoot you. We'll make it to the Final Circle together," Little Bamboo Shoot suggested.
Chen Zhao thought for a moment, then turned on his mic and asked the viewers, "Do you think we can trust Little Bamboo Shoot? Should I team up with her? If you say yes, I'll team up with her. If you say no, I'll wipe her out!"
The viewers got excited, and all sorts of responses flooded in:
"Team up! Isn't it great to get a win with a girl?"
"Are you out of your mind, streamer? You finally run into such a gorgeous girl, and you want to shoot her?"
"Don't listen to her sweet talk! If you're a real man, take her out with two blasts!"
"Don't believe the enemy's lies. Throw a grenade and blow her up!"
"Little Bamboo Shoot is terrible at this game—so bad she can barely scratch her own feet. You could rush up with a Pan and smack her to death!"
"Don't you have any chivalry? Little Bamboo Shoot is so pretty! How can you bring yourself to kill her?"
Chen Zhao had wanted his fans to make the decision for him, but when he saw how divided they were, he realized he'd have to decide for himself.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhao called upstairs, "Let's have a surrender ceremony."
Little Bamboo Shoot sounded confused. "A surrender ceremony?"
"Take off all your gear and leave it at the top of the stairs. Then stand beside it and dance while I come up. If I see you stop dancing or notice you haven't taken everything off, I'll immediately put two S686 blasts in your head," Chen Zhao said.
Little Bamboo Shoot: "Waaah, that's so humiliating... Fine. I'll let you know when I'm done."
There was a rustling upstairs. She was probably taking off her gear.
A moment later, Little Bamboo Shoot called out, "I'm going to start dancing. You can come up now."
Chen Zhao cautiously raised his S686 and charged upstairs, prepared for her to be waiting at the top of the stairs with her gun ready to riddle him with bullets. But when he got upstairs, he found her dancing in the corner, with a huge pile of stuff on the floor: ammo, drinks, Medkits, guns, helmets, armor, backpacks...
She really had surrendered.
Chen Zhao was astonished. Little Bamboo Shoot was a streamer, and yet she was this timid? She saw an enemy and immediately dropped her gear to dance. Who would follow her? Was she really popular, or had she just been bragging?
Unless she was really pretty... But if she was pretty, why stream games?
She had to be some kind of monster with a little-girl voice!
Someone like Certain Biluo!
The other player had surrendered so sincerely that Chen Zhao felt bad about going back on his word. After thinking it over, he laid down a few ground rules:
"Fine, we'll team up, but I have three conditions."
"First, you can only carry one gun."
"Second, you walk in front of me, and you go wherever I tell you."
"Third... I can't think of anything else. Just stick to the first two!"
Little Bamboo Shoot nodded in humiliation to show she agreed, then timidly asked, "How long do I have to keep dancing?"
"Stop dancing. You can quit now. You're really bad at it," Chen Zhao teased.
"Waaah, the game designed that dance, not me..." Little Bamboo Shoot was utterly aggrieved.
Chen Zhao looked over the gear Little Bamboo Shoot had taken off. She had a Level 3 Helmet and Level 3 Vest, which he unceremoniously put on. There was also an SLR Marksman Rifle and a Bizon SMG, both guns he was comfortable using, so he swapped them for his own.
"You're carrying some great gear! You're the perfect delivery service—loaded up with good stuff and just waiting for the right person to come along and take it," Chen Zhao said delightedly.
"Waaah, stop roasting me, stop roasting me. The zone's shrinking. Let's go," Little Bamboo Shoot said, sounding pitiful.
Chen Zhao checked and saw that, sure enough, while he'd been wasting time here, the zone had shrunk to a point seven hundred meters away. He told Little Bamboo Shoot to put her gear back on and walk in front. They went downstairs, reached the road, and found a Mountain Buggy by the roadside. Chen Zhao drove while Little Bamboo Shoot sat in the back. The Mountain Buggy accelerated through the buildings of P City and sped toward the distant, lush green mountains.
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