Rejecting the World Number One

Little Lee stared at the gray screen, dumbfounded.

How did he die?

He had actually been headshot and killed?!

What was going on!

Hadn't he just hit the person in that window? Why was he the one dead instead of the enemy?

Little Lee frowned, seriously suspecting the other party was cheating, so he opened the replay.

In the recording, Little Lee saw that he had indeed knocked down the player wearing a level-three helmet, but at almost the exact same moment, another gunman had appeared in the window next to it, firing in an incredibly short amount of time and hitting him with a single shot!

It seemed the one he hit was merely a decoy; the real firepower had come from someone else.

Little Lee sighed, left his computer desk, threw himself onto his bed, and closed his eyes to sleep. He lamented to himself that he had truly capsized in a gutter, tripped over an ant, and actually died at the start of a public match. It was fortunate he was using a smurf account that no one knew about, otherwise, he would be laughed to death if word got out.

After lying on the bed with his eyes closed for a few seconds, Little Lee suddenly opened them again.

Something wasn't right!

How was the enemy's gun so fast?

He hadn't even reacted before he was taken out by a single shot; that firing speed was simply too fast!

Little Lee scrambled up and rushed back to the computer. It hadn't been turned off and was still on the previous game interface. Little Lee watched the death replay of that match over and over, and the more he watched, the more incredulous his expression became!

The opponent was a Chinese expert! Not just some simple public match player!

They were definitely at the professional player level, and not just any professional player, but the kind of all-around talent with excellent skills and strong game sense! A master who could hold their own and carry an entire team alone!

Little Lee was suddenly energized. In a while, there would be a new round of the global PUBG tournament, and he still had to lead last year's championship team to compete. He would almost certainly run into Chinese esports teams then. Since he had encountered such a strong opponent now, he might as well spar with them in advance to hone his skills.

Little Lee then sent a friend request to the ID "Chen Zhao."

Soon, the result came back: the other party had rejected it!

A tightness gripped Little Lee's chest. He was the captain of last year's championship team for this game! The King of PUBG! Was the guy really unwilling to even add him as a friend?

Unwilling to give up, Little Lee sent the friend request again.

Soon, it was rejected again!

Little Lee nearly coughed up blood. He sent a message to the ID "Chen Zhao":

"Hello, Mr. Chen Zhao. I was the global champion of this game last year. I hope to add your friends and learn skills."

He waited for a moment.

Chen Zhao replied: "What are you saying? Can you stop with the foreign language? I can't understand it!"

In truth, if Chen Zhao had calmed down and looked carefully at Little Lee's message, he would have been able to understand the meaning. After all, he had already memorized more than half of the Great English-Chinese Dictionary. It was just that Chen Zhao didn't want to study English while playing games, so he found these English messages very annoying—a bunch of messy letters, who knew what they were saying! So, he just retorted directly.

Little Lee couldn't understand the Chinese message Chen Zhao sent either, so he had to copy and paste it with his mouse into translation software.

If you like this book, please remember to add it to your bookshelf so you don't lose it next time.

Seeing the result, Little Lee felt a sweetness in his throat and nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Could he really not understand such simple English?

There was no help for it; the current situation was that he was the one begging the other party, not the other way around. Little Lee had no choice but to translate what he wanted to say into Chinese, then copy and paste it over.

He applied for friendship again.

This time there was no movement; the other party neither agreed nor refused. Little Lee stared at the screen, waiting and waiting, but no message came.

In reality, Chen Zhao had already started a second match with Little Bamboo Shoot and was busy looting supplies and sniping people, so he naturally had no mind to pay attention to messages from some inexplicable player.

Thus, Little Lee waited in vain, growing drowsy, until half an hour later, a message finally arrived.

The other party had agreed!

Little Lee was very excited and suddenly wasn't sleepy anymore. Looking at the Chinese nickname "Chen Zhao" in his friend list, he clicked to invite him to a team.

As a result, the other party still didn't respond.

He looked closely and realized the guy had gone offline?

Little Lee was completely stunned. He was the captain of the global PUBG championship team; everyone in the industry fawned over him. Some people would even wait for over ten hours just to play a single match with him to learn something. Previously, when attending a charity gala, a single PUBG session with Little Lee had even been auctioned off for a high price of 200,000 USD; three wealthy individuals had paid 200,000 USD just to team up and play with Little Lee for half an hour.

But now, someone had actually just gone offline?

Turning a cold shoulder to Little Lee's warm face?

Little Lee didn't know what to say for a moment. As sleepiness washed over him, he stopped caring. That damn Chen Zhao, let him do whatever the hell he wanted! Carrying a belly full of resentment, Little Lee threw himself into his quilt to sleep.

"I'll definitely team up with this Chen Zhao later and see what his level is," Little Lee thought vaguely before falling asleep.

Chen Zhao's luck during his livestream today was very good. His followers grew crazily, and he became a streamer with 200,000 fans. He also received a lot of gifts and tips; after withdrawing them, he had over 10,000 yuan!

It was truly sweet!

However, even though his fans were enthusiastic, Chen Zhao still had to end the stream and rest. If he didn't sleep early at night, he wouldn't have the energy to study the next day, and he still had to participate in the academic competition!

As for the message Little Lee sent, Chen Zhao hadn't actually looked at it at all. The reason he agreed to add Little Lee as a friend was because he was annoyed by the repeated friend requests, so he just agreed to stop the messages from popping up and bothering him.

Therefore, Chen Zhao actually did not know that he had already crossed paths with the world's number one captain in the battle royale industry tonight. Furthermore, the other party had even taken the initiative to add him as a friend.

Lying on his bed, Chen Zhao quickly reviewed the content he had learned today to consolidate his memory, then drifted off into a deep sleep.

For the following week, Chen Zhao's life could be described as dull and monotonous: grinding through competition practice papers from morning till night, eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom, and returning home at night to livestream for money. Every day was a repetition; yesterday was the same as today, and today would be the same as tomorrow.

Finally, just before the exam began, Chen Zhao successfully finished every competition practice paper he could get his hands on.

Everything that could be done had been done; it all depended on his performance during the exam.

The exam location was at Experimental Middle School, and the school dispatched a dedicated vehicle to transport Chen Zhao and Zhao Xiaobai to the test site.

In the car, Chen Zhao looked at the scenery outside as if he were on a sightseeing tour, while Zhao Xiaobai clutched her practice papers and continued to study.

"Aren't you going to do some review?" Zhao Xiaobai nudged Chen Zhao with her elbow.