Different Girls, Different Talents

"Little Chi, didn't you say you basically don't play online games?"

"Little Chi, didn't you say you've never been to this kind of internet cafe?"

"Little Chi, didn't you say..."

After listening to a round of soul-searching interrogation from the older sister, Lin Yu couldn't bear to listen any longer.

He quickly moved away to spectate the gameplay perspectives of others.

When he passed by Senior Sister Tang Yimian, Lin Yu laughed so hard he could barely walk.

It wasn't because Tang Yimian played particularly well or poorly.

It was simply that the Senior Sister's body language was too rich and utterly mesmerizing.

Every time she threw a grenade, her head had to lean out along with it.

It was as if she was using all the strength in her body just to toss that hand grenade.

When her character in the game jumped out to shoot, Tang Yimian would sway her body in the same direction.

After firing two shots, regardless of whether she hit anyone, she would quickly jump back.

Naturally, her body would also sway back in the return direction.

It was as if a sunflower toy playing the saxophone had been installed on the internet cafe chair!

The air conditioning in the internet cafe was on, keeping the place cool and comfortable.

Yet, sweat kept beading up on Tang Yimian's forehead.

Even cold drinks couldn't suppress the heat!

Others might only move their fingers, but Tang Yimian was moving her entire body.

Her level of physical exertion was vastly greater than anyone else's.

Lin Yu approached her and placed both hands on Tang Yimian's shoulders.

[Ding!]

[God-tier operation. The Holy Son's intimate contact has caused the Dao Companion's heart to ripple!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]

Tang Yimian looked back slightly: "!!!"

What is Junior Brother Little Yu doing?

Everyone is still here...

Is he not even trying to hide it anymore?

Although the two had confirmed their relationship through a twist of fate, they couldn't be this intimate in front of everyone, could they?

For a moment.

Tang Yimian blushed so hard she didn't know what to say.

Fortunately.

The lighting in the internet cafe was dim enough that the red clouds on her face couldn't be clearly seen.

Lin Yu whispered from behind her:

"Senior Sister, try playing the game like this. See if you can manage not to sway."

Tang Yimian: "???"

"Junior Brother Little Yu, what... what do you mean?"

"Wasn't I playing the game just now? I wasn't swaying, was I?"

Beside them, Fang Xinran suppressed her laughter and chimed in:

"Sister Yimian, there were several times I was afraid you were going to fall onto the floor."

"It would be fine if you fell toward my side since I could catch you."

"But there's no one on your other side, so you really have to be careful!"

Tang Yimian was completely bewildered by their words:

"Really? Was I really swaying the whole time?"

"Why didn't I feel it at all myself?"

"Isn't... isn't it just the game character jumping around inside the screen?"

To verify the suspicion in her heart, Tang Yimian once again controlled her character to rush out of the base.

The moment she took the first jump out.

Tang Yimian instantly froze awkwardly!

Because Lin Yu was holding her, she could strongly feel her body hitting a metaphorical wall.

The character in the game had clearly jumped out, but it gave her the sensation that she hadn't managed to jump at all.

Tang Yimian: "..."

It was hard to imagine.

What kind of scene must it be when everyone watched her play games?

Moreover.

After being held down by Lin Yu.

Tang Yimian felt uncoordinated.

The character in the game had clearly jumped out, landing in the position she anticipated.

But she felt as if the jump hadn't happened, as if she were still stuck in the original spot.

Her subconscious reaction was to quickly pull the character back.

She wanted to jump again to prevent being used as target practice.

Lin Yu, holding her shoulders, felt a mountain of pressure.

If he didn't have some strength, he really wouldn't have been able to withstand Tang Yimian's swaying.

With Lin Yu's strength, who in the apartment dared to claim they could rival him?

Even so.

He was still being dragged back and forth by Tang Yimian's movements...

After stabilizing her for two or three minutes, once Tang Yimian had regained her composure.

Lin Yu slowly released his hands and stepped back to stand straight.

This time.

Tang Yimian, having grown accustomed to being held, managed to keep her body perfectly still even without support.

Lin Yu nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, when it came to tuning people, he still held a certain authority.

To maintain a good and comfortable gaming state, one inevitably needs someone working silently behind the scenes.

Lin Yu walked around to the opposite row and stood behind Ye Mengfu.

"Play well, don't let me influence you. I'm just casually watching."

The moment he arrived, Lin Yu spoke up to stabilize her morale.

He was afraid that his arrival would distract Ye Mengfu and cause her to play poorly.

Before the game started, Lin Yu had specifically asked Little Fufu if she had played CrossFire before.

The answer he got was that she had played twice with Ying'er.

Only twice.

Lin Yu felt that was tantamount to having no experience.

However.

The actual situation greatly exceeded his expectations!

19-8!

In a venue filled with experts, achieving such a kill-death ratio was not something just anyone could do.

Especially since there were several skilled players on the opposing team.

Lin Yu stood silently behind her, carefully observing Little Fufu's movements.

He really wanted to see whether Little Fufu was relying on luck or if she truly had skill.

Judging from her character's movement, the timing of her run-outs, her reaction speed, and her positioning.

Little Fufu definitely hadn't lied; she really hadn't played much.

The positions she emerged from had almost no cover whatsoever.

She was a pure, living target, displaying herself directly to the enemy.

Unsurprisingly, she barely fired a few shots before dying in the opponent's hail of bullets.

However.

Lin Yu was silently counting from the side...

Four bullets!

Little Fufu only fired four shots!

Yet she scored two headshots?

Lin Yu: "!!!"

No game sense, no mechanics, no strategy.

She was purely aiming?!

He had intended to watch the battle silently without saying a word.

But seeing this scene, Lin Yu couldn't help but ask:

"Little Fufu, did you... only shoot after you saw them?"

Ye Mengfu nodded and replied:

"Mhm. Spraying... makes it shake."

"Two shots... didn't hit well."

Lin Yu: "..."

Four shots, two headshots, and she claimed she didn't hit well.

If a veteran player said this, it would definitely be humblebragging!

Unexpected, truly unexpected.

Little Fufu's talent in shooter games was surprisingly high.

If someone were to help tune her up properly, wouldn't she be able to slaughter everyone effortlessly?

And the person who could help tune her happened to be right beside her!

"Little Fufu, can you try stepping out just a tiny bit from behind the box, just enough to see the enemy?"

"Then, following your rhythm, fire one shot quickly and immediately hide back!"

"Keep cycling this rhythm. The faster the better, to reduce the probability of them hitting you."

Lin Yu immediately gave advice tailored to Little Fufu's situation.

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