The Thrill of Spectating and Trash-Talking

Auntie Ruxue, the usually adaptable "Phantom God," had finally succumbed to sleep deprivation.

In the second half of today's main battlefield, Lin Yu didn't steal the spotlight.

Instead, he left it to the "legit" players, letting them show off their skills to their hearts' content.

Lin Yu wandered behind the chairs to supervise, observing who the true "King of Guns" really was.

Although Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong were hardcore veterans who had been playing for years—always arranging to play together whenever they had free time—their technical skills were...

Simply unbearable to watch!

Lin Yu stood behind Shen Buyao for several minutes, observing her "low-light" moments where she fed the enemy over a dozen kills while only securing three herself.

What was even more noteworthy was that the only three people she killed had already been beaten to a sliver of health by her teammates.

She was just responsible for stealing the kills!

"Yaoyao, isn't this the game you're always clamoring to play?"

"So you really are the type who is 'trash but addicted,' huh?"

Lies don't hurt; the truth is the sharpest knife.

Shen Buyao had long sensed Lin Yu watching her from behind.

That's how it is for rookie players...

Her skills weren't great to begin with, and with someone observing, she felt even more nervous inside.

Originally, she might have killed five, but as a result, she only killed three.

Once someone made a comment from the sidelines, however, she felt she had found the perfect excuse!

"It's already past twelve o'clock, isn't it?"

"Damn you, Lin Yu!!"

"If you hadn't been behind me distracting me the whole time, would I have been killed so many times?"

"Could a high-level player of my caliber possibly be this weak?"

Lin Yu had expected this; he knew Shen Buyao would definitely pin the blame on him.

If she didn't blame him, who else could she blame?

Lin Yu followed Shen Buyao's words and said:

"With your level, it's impossible for you to grow a pair of *those things*!"

Shen Buyao stared wide-eyed in confusion:

"What do you mean?"

Beside her, Huang Feirong was already laughing hysterically:

"Hahaha, that's a good one, that's a good one, hahaha..."

"Da Yu is such a wicked young man, driving his 'dirty car' anytime, anywhere."

"Girls, you need to keep your eyes open. You can't get involved with this kind of boy."

"Don't let his bad fluids..."

"Aim at you and squirt all over your faces!"

Everyone dared to laugh at the jokes Lin Yu made.

But his little bit of humor was simply worthless in front of a naturally gifted talent like her.

The Queen of Dirty Jokes clearly didn't say anything particularly explosive.

Yet, every time, she could use the simplest language to make you imagine the most dramatic scenes.

You absolutely couldn't think too deeply about her words; the more you thought, the more evil it seemed.

After Huang Feirong's reminder, Shen Buyao finally reacted.

Turning her back to Lin Yu, she swung a roundhouse punch at him.

The result was naturally predictable.

Lin Yu had been waiting for this move, so of course, it was impossible for her to hit him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Yu moved behind Shen Jiuyi, who was sitting nearby.

Shen Jiuyi: "..."

In the past, when playing games, Shen Jiuyi never cared how many people were watching.

Her eyes saw only one thing: defeating the opponent.

But if the person watching was Lin Yu...

It was hard to pretend he didn't exist!

"Wow, 15-2. That's a pretty good record, Small Jiu!"

Lin Yu couldn't help but offer a compliment.

Immediately following that.

15-3!

15-4!

15-5!

15...

Lin Yu: "..."

Looking at it this way.

Lin Yu felt that if he kept standing behind her, Shen Jiuyi might actually manage to achieve a negative kill-death ratio!

"Why are you even more timid than **Sister Curator** was just now?"

**Sister Curator** could at least perform a proper quick-scope.

Whether she hit anything was another matter, but her movements were quite crisp.

Shen Jiuyi, on the other hand, was switching between knife and gun, twirling them around twice, and then rushing out holding the knife?

It was as if her hands and brain weren't familiar with each other—were they newly assembled?

Lin Yu gently patted the back of Shen Jiuyi's head.

Shen Jiuyi instantly tensed up all over: "!!!"

Did Lin Yu just touch her head?

In the eyes of outsiders, their relationship shouldn't be close enough for that, right?

Besides, there were so many people present...

Even if everyone was playing games, what if someone saw?

Was he not worried about that happening at all!

Or was it?

Just because her fate was...

So Lin Yu dared to act so boldly, without needing to consider her actual feelings at all.

"Small Jiu, play well. The Immortal pets your head."

Shen Jiuyi: "..."

She was completely overthinking it.

Lin Yu didn't have that many strange thoughts at all.

He purely just wanted to drop a line of trash talk to mess with her mindset.

Lin Yu strolled over behind Xiang Tiange and began admiring the dual operation between her and Little Chi.

After half a day of grinding together, the two of them coordinated quite well.

Even though they weren't playing Bomb Defusal mode, but just ordinary Team Deathmatch.

Yet, the two insisted on choosing the same position and the same route to team up against the players that came out.

"Are you two playing intimately or what? Your skills are actually pretty good!"

Lin Yu praised them sincerely; it definitely wasn't casual flattery.

Xiang Tiange laughed without looking back:

"We're far worse than you, Gun God. We got carried by you last round, so this round, our team relies on me to protect it!"

Chi Qingchi wasn't happy hearing that:

"Hehehe, don't take all the credit for yourself."

"Without my support, who would help you clean up those low-health monsters?"

Xiang Tiange immediately handed over a Crispy Shark chocolate bar:

"Right, right, right, it's all thanks to the help of Gun King Little Chi!"

"Wow, dead again. Ying'er's aim is so accurate!"

Chi Qingchi's hand speed was quite fast.

Not her shooting speed.

But her speed at tearing open the Crispy Shark wrapper really shocked Lin Yu.

His eyes only tracked the first half of the process where she picked up the chocolate bar.

As for how she tore it open later and how she put it into her mouth, he didn't see it clearly at all.

Chi Qingchi hurriedly responded:

"Hehehe, you... *mumble mumble*..."

Lin Yu: "..."

"Little Chi, how about we swallow the food in our mouth before we talk smack?"

Chi Qingchi dangled the Crispy Shark from one side of her mouth:

"Little Lin, you don't know, this is the last Crispy Shark."

"How could you understand the gold content of the last Crispy Shark?"

Lin Yu rubbed his forehead helplessly:

"Hmm, I indeed don't understand the gold content."

"It's just that..."

Speaking with a bar hanging from her mouth like that was a bit unladylike, wasn't it?

On one hand, Lin Yu didn't dare to say the rest of his words directly to Little Chi.

On the other hand, he really didn't have the chance to say it.

Because an identical face had already seized the opportunity and leaned in close to Little Chi.

Chi Qingchi turned her face sideways...

She was so scared the Crispy Shark almost fell out!

"Sister, why did you suddenly lean over?"

"That's so scary! Can you give a heads-up next time?"

Chi Qingshui looked at Little Chi suspiciously and said:

"You killed so many people, huh?"

To others, it indeed sounded like a compliment.

But Little Chi's eyes had already begun to evade hers...