"Let's go, let's go!"
"Bro, your aim is insane!"
"Damn, that was sick! You clutched that round!"
"No way, dude! You actually 1v5'd them!"
"......"
In the softly lit bedroom, the glow cast a gentle light on Gu Luo's focused expression.
Though his teammates showered him with endless praise, Gu Luo remained expressionless—except for the slight tremble in his hand still gripping the mouse.
He shakily picked up his water bottle and took a big gulp before finally exhaling in relief.
Saved... saved...
That’s it?
Easiest 1v5 of my life.
The corners of his lips twitched upward uncontrollably, but he forced himself to stay composed. With an utterly calm and indifferent tone, he spoke into the game’s voice chat: "Keep playing. I’ll carry."
"Holy crap! Carry me, god!"
"Bro, we got so lucky matching with you in ranked!"
"Add me after this, I can even use a voice changer!"
"Me too! I’m already bending over!"
"......"
As expected, the moment Gu Luo spoke, his teammates immediately switched to full-on worship mode.
See? This is what professionalism looks like.
Of course, Gu Luo was naturally gifted at gaming. Nearly every round, his sharp reflexes and precise mechanics allowed him to take down two or three enemies effortlessly.
Thanks to that, his rank climbed steadily, and his win rate was nothing to scoff at.
But just as he was fully immersed in the game, the bedroom door creaked open.
Luo Shuhe, clad in a sleek black nightgown, moved with the quiet grace of a cat as she stepped inside and settled onto the bed.
She simply sat there, watching silently as Gu Luo remained completely absorbed in the game, oblivious to her presence.
"Bro, last one’s at A. Confirmed."
"I hit him for 90! One shot will kill him, just one shot!"
Hearing his teammate’s urgent callout, Gu Luo—now the last player alive—swiftly switched from his sniper rifle to a pistol.
With heroic determination, he pushed into the A bombsite.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three shots. All landed on the enemy’s body.
And then Gu Luo died.
?
What kind of scam is this?
I’m such an idiot.
Really.
I knew my teammate’s damage callouts were pure nonsense.
And yet I still believed him.
Gu Luo curled up in his chair like a boiled shrimp, staring blankly at the screen.
"Uh... bro, let me explain—"
Suppressing the urge to scream, Gu Luo flailed his hands in the air for a second before forcing his voice back into that trademark calm reassurance:
"It’s fine. Mistakes happen."
"Damn, this guy’s a legend. No wonder he’s ranking up!"
"See? This is why he’s the carry. Stop giving fake info next time."
"Alright, alright. My bad, guys."
Gu Luo could only sigh helplessly. What else could he do? His gentle carry persona was already set in stone. Snapping at his teammates now would just ruin the image.
He took another sip of water, then flashed a resigned smile at the nightgown-clad girl sitting on his bed before diving back into the game.
One second.
Two seconds.
Two and a half seconds.
Wait... wait a minute—
Suddenly, Gu Luo snapped out of his daze, his head whipping toward the girl.
"Shu... Shuhe?" he asked hesitantly.
After all, Luo Shuning would never give him such a cold, indifferent look.
Luo Shuhe glanced at him, her eyes practically saying "Took you long enough," before replying softly:
"Good. You didn’t mistake me for Shuning."
Good?
Of course it’s good.
Gu Luo mentally groaned. If he had mistaken her, he’d never hear the end of it.
"Yo, since when did you have a girl in your room?"
"Bro, you’re hiding a whole goddess? And that’s your sister-in-law?"
"Dude, women will only slow down your flick shots!"
"......"
The moment Gu Luo and Luo Shuhe spoke, his single-and-ready-to-mingle teammates exploded in the voice chat.
In short: they were salty.
Only then did Gu Luo realize his mic was still on. He quickly muted both voice and text chat.
Still controlling his character, he asked Luo Shuhe, "Shuhe... why’d you come into my room?"
"Just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything weird."
"......"
Gu Luo wanted to argue that if he were doing anything weird, he’d have the door locked tight.
Besides, those kinds of activities usually happened during showers, okay?
Cough—
He tried refocusing on the game, but his eyes kept drifting toward Luo Shuhe’s snow-white legs against his will.
Damn. My aim-assist’s still on.
Who messed with my settings?
His distraction, however, led to his performance plummeting.
By the end, even his teammates couldn’t resist typing:
[Bro, are you even using both hands to play?]
[Smh. Women will never be as fun as games.]
[......]
Gu Luo’s eye twitched at the messages. With a sigh, he blocked the chat entirely. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Like what you see?"
Luo Shuhe’s crisp voice shattered the brief silence.
"Huh?" Gu Luo blinked, caught off guard.
In response, she patted her thigh and repeated, "Like what you see?"
"......"
Gu Luo stayed silent, opting to play dumb.
Luo Shuhe then crossed one leg over the other, the movement smooth and deliberate, before remarking flatly, "I know you’re a leg guy. That’s why I didn’t change tonight."
"......"
Gu Luo’s character happened to die right then. He turned to Luo Shuhe with a complicated expression.
No words were needed—his silence was confirmation enough.
"Don’t worry. I can’t read minds." Luo Shuhe idly swayed her raised foot, smirking. "But yesterday, when you looked at Shuning, your eyes went straight to her legs."
"Uh......" Gu Luo had no idea how to respond.
How the hell did she even notice that?
Watching Gu Luo squirm, Luo Shuhe tilted her head, resting her cheek on one hand as her lips curved slightly. "So? Want to test it out?"
"Shuning and I have the exact same figure."
Gu Luo immediately raised his hands in surrender, forcing a pained smile. "I yield. Shuhe, stop teasing me."
"All bark, no bite."
"......"
The conversation ended there. Gu Luo tried refocusing on the game.
But it was impossible.
The screen just kept getting whiter the longer he stared.
With a quiet sigh, he spotted an AK with an insanely cool skin on the ground and quickly picked it up.
That gun’s so white—wait, no, so cool.
Sigh. My mind’s a mess.
Gu Luo admitted it—he was just a weak mortal after all.
Faced with a little devilish beauty like Luo Shuhe sitting on his bed and teasing him so brazenly, Gu Luo truly found it hard to resist.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
As soon as the game ended—predictably with a negative score—Gu Luo practically fled, tossing out those words before hurrying toward the door.
Right now, he desperately needed to splash cold water on his face to clear his chaotic thoughts.
Noticing this, Luo Shuhe's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
Then, she got up and settled into Gu Luo's chair.
She opened the in-game store.
Earlier, she’d noticed how happy Gu Luo looked when he picked up a rare weapon skin.
After a quick glance, she saw that the pricier skins ranged from around six hundred to a thousand.
Without a second thought, Luo Shuhe tapped on the recharge page.
Her gaze locked onto the highest top-up option.
A light tap of her finger.
............
............
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