Under the leadership of Young Phoenix Brother Wang Haozhe and his Ascendant buddies, Lin Jiaxin played three ranked games in one afternoon and swept three consecutive victories.
At the same time, her total score across those three games reached a staggering 6/70!
Not 67/0. It was 6/70.
If not for the fact that in several games, Lin Jiaxin didn’t even get the chance to feed before Wang Haozhe and his crew wiped out the enemy team, her death count would have climbed even higher.
In other words, across nearly a hundred small rounds, Lin Jiaxin only managed six kills.
An earth-shattering super-feeding performance!
The other guys were sweating bullets, faces flushed red.
Even their underwear was soaked!
This was way too trash!
And every time Lin Jiaxin got killed, she screamed especially loud.
Female vocal cords were naturally shriller to begin with…
The sound echoed through the private room, making it even more ear-splitting.
Finally, when faced with Lin Jiaxin’s invitation to form a tournament team, everyone else wanted to make up an excuse and bail on the spot.
Because playing a tournament with Lin Jiaxin meant there was no hope of winning.
Hadn’t they just barely avoided throwing those ranked games?
But Wang Haozhe beside them was staring blankly at Lin Jiaxin’s big, expectant eyes.
Bewitched by her beauty, his heart softened, and he actually agreed out loud…
The others: …
Damn it, this kid was going to end up ruined by a woman sooner or later!
But as his bros, they couldn’t just sit by and watch.
So they had no choice but to team up with Lin Jiaxin, swallowing their tears.
They could already foresee the future, getting stomped flat by strong teams they’d encounter.
……
However, the eventual outcome was nothing like what the others had imagined.
After training together for a while to build synergy, the Internet Cafe Tournament officially began.
Lin Jiaxin still often ended up with single-digit kill counts.
But at least she’d memorized some key positions, so she didn’t die right from the start.
And Wang Haozhe, as if he’d swallowed some miracle pill, played like he was pumped full of adrenaline, instantly deleting anyone he saw.
In the finals, when he learned the opposing team was the Myth Car Team that had once rejected Lin Jiaxin, he accomplished the astonishing feat of dying zero times across the entire series while taking down the opponents.
It drew cheers from the entire venue.
Lin Jiaxin got her payback.
She held her head high, chest puffed out, looking down at people with her nose and shaking hands with them.
She even made sure to drop a “Git gud, train more!” on each of them.
The whole Myth Car Team couldn’t hold it together.
Seriously, sis? You went 5 kills and 22 deaths in one match and still had the nerve to come mock us?
Your face is really thick!
But… no matter the process, Lin Jiaxin’s team successfully took the Internet Cafe Tournament championship and earned a spot in the City Championship.
Though calling it the City Championship was generous.
It was really just a fun tournament for casual players.
It only invited the champion teams from each region.
Seven cities, plus the professional team, made eight teams total.
They started straight from the quarterfinals.
Lin Jiaxin’s team got lucky. They drew a casual player team in the first round.
They won easily under the still-fully-charged Young Phoenix Brother Wang Haozhe’s leadership.
Wang Haozhe even went in front of the live broadcast camera and made a bold declaration to the lens:
“With our strength, even if we meet a professional team, I feel like it’ll still be an easy win!”
His tone was arrogant!
But the moment his words left his mouth, Lin Jiaxin’s expression suddenly changed.
‘Wait, how dare you steal your Sister Xin’s line first?’
Lin Jiaxin glared at Wang Haozhe, then reached out and yanked the microphone over to herself.
She shoved him with her shoulder, pushing him out of the camera frame.
Then she leaned right into the center of the lens, her entire face nearly pressing against the camera.
The bullet comments started scrolling twice as fast.
Because a face that was impossible to look away from suddenly appeared on screen.
Her brows furrowed downward, her lips pouted in dissatisfaction.
One look and you could tell she was looking for trouble.
But those eyes were big and bright, lashes thick and curled, the corners tilting up slightly. When angry, she looked like a cat about to scratch someone.
Fierce, sure… but it just made people want to reach out and poke her anyway.
Even if they got scratched, they’d take it willingly…
The director, who had initially planned to cut away due to a sudden situation, hurriedly stopped his hand and kept the stream on that shot.
” Ahem!”
Lin Jiaxin cleared her throat slightly at the camera.
Then she extended one finger and waved it in front of the lens.
“Actually, what he said was wrong.”
Everyone was stunned, unsure what she was doing.
But Lin Jiaxin simply pulled her hand back and pointed at herself.
“It’s not ‘we’ll easily take down a professional team if we meet one.'”
“It’s ‘with me leading them, if we meet a professional team, we’ll beat them until they explode!'”
“Not just a win, a complete blowout!”
With that, Lin Jiaxin didn’t wait for anyone to react and added:
“Also, I think the professional teams should start studying how to play against us now.”
“Because if we beat them 3:0, that only proves their championship was pure luck. They’re basically luck champions with zero real substance!”
Inside the livestream, where Lin Jiaxin couldn’t see, the bullet comments were going crazy.
Because many people were just now realizing there was a girl on this team…?
Sure, her face was pretty and her tone was arrogant.
But… her gameplay was absolute trash!
The 2/13 weakest-link record was bad enough…
But looking closer at the actual match content was even worse.
You couldn’t just find some random person to fill a roster, and you definitely couldn’t pick someone who couldn’t even kill an enemy when sneaking up behind them for a backstab, right?
The bullet comments argued endlessly in the stream.
Some simply supported Lin Jiaxin for her looks.
Others lamented how Wang Haozhe and the rest got stuck with such a trash teammate.
But without exception, no one took Lin Jiaxin’s trash talk seriously!
‘What’s going on? Where’s my Manifestation True Qi? Why is it only this little?’
Lin Jiaxin was dumbfounded. Logically, after flexing that hard, shouldn’t she be drowning in a massive influx of Manifestation True Qi?
Why… was this even less than when she’d sung at school last time?!
…..
Unlike Lin Jiaxin’s team, which easily took down another casual team and still had the energy to show off in front of the camera, that unfortunate team that drew the professional squad was having a rough time.
Against the pros, they lost every gunfight and every strategy.
In the end, they got so red-tempered they lost their cool.
The whole team bought submachine guns and rushed one site, desperate to claw out a single round so they wouldn’t get shut out and look too pathetic. Even that failed.
In the end, the opposing team, wanting to play it as a humanity game, deliberately switched to pistols against rifles and intentionally whiffed two shots to hand them a team wipe.
Only then did they avoid a humiliating zero-win shutout.
When the post-match screen popped up, all five sat frozen in their chairs.
No one took off their headsets, no one spoke. They just stared blankly at the screen.
Getting shut out wasn’t shameful in itself. Everyone knew they couldn’t beat a professional team.
But the opponent’s attitude of ‘we’re giving you one because we feel bad’ made the crushing defeat hard to swallow.
Earning a round by fighting tooth and nail versus being handed one on a silver platter were completely different things.
So… this was how massive the gap between casual players and professional players was?
The five numbly stood up to shake hands with the pro team.
They didn’t even know how they managed to walk off the stage.
The others were beaten into silence and left the venue one by one without a word.
Only one person remained, standing dazed below the stage.
Five minutes had passed since the match ended, and the crowd in the venue was slowly dispersing.
Someone walked past, caught a glimpse of the data on the big screen, couldn’t hold it in, and burst out laughing:
“Pfft, damn… a 1/15? This guy’s a pig nose! How can anyone be this bad?!”
Hearing the voice, he instinctively turned to look.
It was a girl, wearing a black long-sleeved hoodie with half her black curly hair tied up.
She was walking at the front of a small group, looking like a big sister.
“Sigh.”
The guy let out a sigh and looked back up at the statistics summary on the stage screen.
That was his personal record.
1/15… yeah, that was trash.
The one kill he got was even handed to him when the pro player deliberately used a pistol at the end.
He’d thought about losing before.
He’d known the moment they drew the professional team.
Everyone was consoling each other: ‘It’s fine, just treat it as an experience.’
He’d nodded along and said yeah, experiencing it was nice too.
But after the experience was over, he realized one painful truth: experiencing something and getting your face smashed in were two completely different things.
He was an Ascendant, after all, someone standing at the peak among casual players.
Yet he couldn’t even put up the slightest fight…
“Buzzz—”
The data on the big screen flickered.
His 1/15 line was switched off.
Then came the pro player’s formulaic interview, which ended after a few sentences.
After that, the screen started cycling through post-match interviews from other matches…
Lin Jiaxin’s face suddenly appeared on the big screen.
She was beaming with confidence, boldly issuing her challenge to the professional teams straight into the camera:
“Not just a win, a complete blowout!”
That confident and arrogant?
The guy stared at the screen, stunned for a moment.
The person on screen looked more and more familiar…
Especially that hood…
Wait… wasn’t that the girl who’d just laughed at his stats?
She was also a player on one of the participating teams?
He quickly pulled out his phone and searched the other match.
The comment section under the match video was mostly people discussing Lin Jiaxin’s looks.
Occasionally, one or two mocked her stats.
2/13… huh?
The guy put down his phone and stood beneath the stage, looking up at the pretty face on the screen.
This person… was completely different from him.
He’d just been handed a free kill by the pro team out of courtesy, yet he was still standing here stewing in it, unable to digest the humiliation.
But this person, whose stats were just as terrible as his, dared to shove her face right into the camera, dared to face thousands of viewers.
And tell everyone: We’re going to demolish the pro teams!
She wasn’t oblivious to how bad she was.
So what if she was bad?
You had to dare to draw your blade!
Draw your blade against every foe!
So… they’d lost from the very start, in spirit!
As the saying goes: First breath surges, second breath fades, third breath is spent.
But the problem was, they’d never even had that first surge of spirit.
How could they possibly fight well?
It was like a sudden epiphany.
The regret and discomfort on his face instantly vanished.
“Tangxin Candy, huh… Thank you! I’ll come support your matches from here on.”
The guy stared seriously at the screen, softly reading Lin Jiaxin’s in-game ID aloud, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
He remembered that name.
And he remembered that confident face…