To be able to carry Gu Luofei in "Vanguard Pact" and outshine Luo Shuhe, Luo Shuning would practice until around midnight every night after buying her account.
Although the game was easy to pick up, she still needed to put in the hours.
If she won this match, she would advance to the next rank.
So, Luo Shuning played with extra focus, keeping an eye on every movement on the map while calmly directing her teammates.
Before she knew it, her score had reached 21-5.
And that was with one teammate AFK.
But she could understand—it was late at night, and maybe they had just dozed off.
This round, Luo Shuning successfully flanked the enemy and took out three players in one go.
Right then.
The teammate in the third slot, who had been actively communicating earlier, saw the situation was under control and immediately started praising her:
"Hey sis, you're amazing."
"Your calls are on point, your aim is deadly, and your voice is just chef's kiss."
"So, do you usually solo queue, sis?"
Hearing this, Luo Shuning couldn't help but feel exasperated.
Here we go again.
Almost every few games, she’d run into players like this, calling her "sis."
Once, someone even started calling another female player "Mommy" right from the start, scaring her so much she didn’t dare use voice chat the entire match.
Are people really that desperate for affection...?
No choice. To avoid the distraction, she quietly turned down the third player’s voice volume to the minimum.
The only reason she didn’t mute them completely? She still needed to hear callouts.
This game had to be a win.
"Sis, why won’t you talk to me?"
"I’m actually kinda good-looking, and I’m 6 feet tall, no cap."
"I don’t mean anything weird—I just wanna duo with you, play some games, climb ranks together."
"Sis, say something, please."
"......"
Luo Shuning stayed silent, focusing solely on fragging out in the game.
She couldn’t be bothered to entertain this guy.
While this so-called "kinda good-looking" guy kept rambling, the teammate in the first slot finally snapped and blasted him over voice:
"Bro, did you leave your retinas at home or what?"
"Can’t you see her ID is [GuLuo’sLover]?"
"Who do you think ‘Gu Luo’ is? Her uncle? Or, y’know, her boyfriend?"
"Do you even know what ‘lover’ means? If not, grab a dictionary. Stop yapping—it’s annoying as hell."
After getting roasted, the third player—maybe embarrassed in front of a girl, or just salty—fired back:
"Mind your own damn business? You’re not the voice chat police."
"I can say whatever I want. What’s it to you?"
"Real life and games are separate. I’ve got a girlfriend IRL, but I still look for in-game CPs. Cry about it."
That set off the first guy even more:
"People like you are why this game’s rep is trash."
"Now no matter what happens, everyone just says ‘Vanguard players be like—’"
"Listen here, if there wasn’t a girl in here, I’d curse so hard your ancestors’ graves would start smoking."
"......"
As the two argued, the in-game atmosphere froze over.
With one teammate already AFK and now two others fighting, even Luo Shuning’s carry couldn’t stop the enemy from clawing back.
"Um... could you guys stop fighting...?"
Luo Shuning had no choice but to mediate:
"Look... the ‘Gu Luo’ in my ID is someone I really like. I started playing this game because of him."
"I practice every night just so I can play with him sooner and carry him."
"So, please... just focus on the game. I need this win to rank up."
"Thanks."
Hearing Luo Shuning’s heartfelt words, both the first and third players fell silent.
They couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy for this "Gu Luo" guy.
A girl like this actually existed?
Sneaking in late-night practice just to play with him—even aiming to carry him?
For a moment, neither knew what to say.
They were equal parts jealous and moved.
If they ever met a girl like her, they’d treasure her like rare gemstone. Never let her lose.
"Sorry, I didn’t notice your ID earlier. I’ll play properly now," the third player apologized first.
The tension in the game eased slightly.
"Girl, I never believed in love... until I met you," the first guy said, his voice deeper now, heavy with unspoken stories.
"Don’t worry. We’re not losing this."
"And if that Gu Luo ever hurts you? Just give me his address. I’ll handle it IRL."
"Thank you. I really do like him... so I can’t afford to lose."
As she said this, Luo Shuning’s thoughts drifted to Luo Shuhe.
This "I can’t lose" wasn’t just for her teammates—it was for her sister, just a wall away.
Yes. She wouldn’t lose.
She’d never hand Gu Luo over to her sister.
If Luo Shuhe could make Gu Luo happy in-game, so could she.
"Let’s go!"
This cheer was for her team—and herself.
"Let’s go! Hold this angle, I’ll flank."
"Got it. Let’s go."
Suddenly, the four of them synced up, regaining momentum and pulling ahead again.
But it didn’t last.
As the match progressed, their plays grew sloppier.
Sometimes they’d peek and instantly get headshot.
No matter how fast they rotated, the enemy was faster.
"Bruh, how’d I die to that? If they’re not cheating, I’ll eat my keyboard!" The first guy’s voice cracked with rage.
Right at the finish line, the enemy had cranked up the "technology and ruthless methods."
Not even trying to hide it. Full blatant.
"They’re 100% cheating and score manipulating," the third player said before spamming all-chat.
The first guy immediately joined in.
[: Imagine hacking in a game ]
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[: Your ancestors ]
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No matter how creatively they insulted them, the enemy just replied with ":)".
Minimal effort, maximum tilt.
Disgusting.
Truly, shamelessness is invincible.
Seeing the unwinnable situation, Luo Shuning forced a laugh. "Well... it’s hopeless now, but thanks anyway."
"It’s fine, I’ll just grind back next game..."
But just then, the first-floor guy suddenly interrupted her:
"Little sis, like I said, this round won’t be a loss for you."
"But..." Luo Shuning hesitated, her words trailing off.
The opponent was clearly cheating, and reporting them wouldn’t help in time. How could they possibly win?
"No worries, it’s a small issue. I’ve been out of the game for years, but legends of me still linger everywhere."
"Little sis, just wait a sec."
"Let me light a cigarette."
About twenty seconds later, the first-floor guy abruptly started playing an absurdly catchy tune.
"Packin’ up my bags~~~"
"The moment I left home~~~"
"I know real life is tough~~~"
"......"
Luo Shuning was baffled at first, but then her eyes widened in shock.
The character controlled by the first-floor guy suddenly took flight.
Yes, straight-up flew.
And even performed a full 360-degree spin mid-air.
What followed was a merciless one-sided slaughter.
After wiping them out, he casually typed—"Hehe."
A taste of their own medicine.
Turns out, even cheaters have tiers.
"Little sis, even if my account gets banned, remember this—if that Gu Luo ever dares to wrong you, I’ll hunt him down in real life."
"Me too, sis. I believe you’ll win for sure."
Game over.
Victory.
Luo Shuning stared blankly at the "Victory" screen, speechless for a long while.
"Don’t worry, I’ll win."
"I will win!"
She clenched her small fist, pumping herself up with determination.
Right then, the third-floor player from the match sent her a friend request.
She glanced at it and rejected it without hesitation.
Though grateful to the stranger, in this game, aside from Gu Luo, she wouldn’t add another guy.
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