Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Chapter 294 Socially Anxious Cute Girl VS Rogue and Handsome E-sports Pro 17

The moment the game interface popped up with "Winner Winner," Song Qingyin's hand holding the mouse was still trembling slightly. The auditory hallucination of bullets whizzing through the air lingered in her headset, and the pink fireworks of a Molotov cocktail seemed to still be imprinted on her retina. She suddenly understood why her brother always said esports was rosy—the shiver of bullets grazing her ear, the adrenaline rush of a desperate comeback, and... the almost imperceptible protection as that person's gunfire swept past.

"Continue?" As Ji Yubai's voice, crackling with electricity, vibrated in her ears, Song Qingyin was staring blankly at the cat paw pendant on the waist of the black-clad assassin in the game lobby. She unconsciously bit her lower lip, hearing herself swallow with exceptional clarity: "Is it okay?"

The metallic click of a lighter being opened and closed came through the headphones, and Ji Yubai paused in his fingers as he fiddled with the Zippo—the trembling, joyful sound was so similar to the little hamster he'd bumped into at the convenience store last week, stealing dried mangoes.

As the match countdown began, he suddenly manipulated his character into performing a gentlemanly gesture rarely seen in "Hundred Battles Gun Heroes." As the man in black bent down with one hand on his chest, the cat paw pendant at his waist swayed right in front of Song Qingyin's character's level 3 helmet.

"Brother Bai, you're getting more and more outrageous with your moves!"

"Run, sister! This is a new type of scam!"

Song Qingyin chuckled and quickly covered her face with a Molotov cocktail from her backpack. Ji Yubai raised an eyebrow, looking at the flames leaping across the ground, and suddenly seemed to remember something: "Don't put the first-aid kit in the second slot, move it to—"

The roar of the plane interrupted his words, but Song Qingyin was already frantically trying to make her own adjustments. She was unaware that the game "Hundred Battles Gun Heroes" had a quick-use mechanism for its medicine inventory, where the second medical kit would be used first in emergencies.

&34; Jump. &34; As Ji Yubai marked the spot, Song Qingyin was struggling with her parachute stuck in the wall. The moment she landed, a third of her health bar dropped, but she managed to find a rare Ice Soul Crossbow—a weapon with astonishing destructive power, but requiring prediction of the projectile's trajectory, and no more than twenty people in the entire server could master it.

"Ten o'clock, second floor." Ji Yubai had barely finished speaking when Song Qingyin pulled the trigger. The ice-blue arrow grazed the enemy's scalp and embedded itself in the wall, the black-clad assassin's UMP45 followed up with three more shots.

"Ice crossbow for vision! What kind of god-like teamwork is this?"

"My sister must be guessing..."

Song Qingyin's ears burned slightly as she looked at the sudden assist notification. She had only remembered the parabola formula from math class, but saying it aloud would probably make her seem like a philistine.

When the final circle shrank to a gas station, Ji Yubai suddenly tossed her a thermal imager. This was one of the most useless pieces of equipment in "Hundred Battles Gun Heroes," only able to display heat sources within five meters, but at that moment, the C4 bomb sizzling and sparking against the gas pump needed this kind of perspective.

"Three seconds left." His voice held a lazy laugh. "Press G to throw further."

Song Qingyin's hasty turn and run caused her game character to move in unison, prompting a frenzy of screenshots from the live chat. Only when the mushroom cloud rose into the sky did she realize that in her panic, she had accidentally attached the thermal imaging device to her Level 3 helmet.

"On the Creative Use of Equipment"

"My sister looks like she's wearing bunny ears with that imaging device on her head! Help!"

.........

Ji Yubai is a great teacher. After playing a few games with him, he pointed out details that I had never paid attention to before, and I realized how amazing these skills were.

When the girl used a Molotov cocktail to block the stairwell for the thirteenth time, Ji Yubai finally confirmed that she possessed a beast-like intuition for tactical prediction. Although her technique was still raw, her awareness was top-notch; she could always understand his intentions the moment he finished speaking.

A barrage of "???" comments appeared on the screen.

"Do all newbies these days have a cheat-like mentality?"

"Ji Shen, are you sure you didn't use a secondary account?"

This was no longer just a simple tacit understanding; rather, her consciousness and his were in a state of resonance, a novel experience for him.

They played several rounds like this. Although they didn't win every game, their win rate remained above 80%. After all, Ji Yubai could be quite reckless at times, and with a newbie like her around, it was difficult for them to escape the combined attacks of a group of skilled players.

As the final round ended, Song Qingyin gave a small yawn, which Ji Yubai, with his exceptional hearing, immediately noticed.

He paused, then immediately released his hand.

He glanced at the time and realized it was already ten o'clock. He was a night owl, and this was the time when he was most excited, having forgotten about the little guy with a regular sleep schedule.

"Tired? Let's call it a day, stop playing and go get some rest."

Song Qingyin was still a little unsatisfied, "I..."

"Tsk, be good, kid."

The sound was somewhat fierce, but it also carried an ambiguous emotion.

Song Qingyin smiled, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Just as I was about to say something, someone rubbed my head hard a few times.

She took off one earphone, looked up at Song Zifei behind her, and softly called out, "Brother."

On the other side, upon hearing the word "brother," Ji Yubai felt his heart skip a beat, his throat began to itch, and he subconsciously reached for a cigarette. Touching the cool Zippo, he suppressed the urge to smoke. Instead, he tossed a nicotine candy into his mouth; the cool, sweet mint melted in his mouth, making him squint slightly.

"Ahhh, so sexy!"

"Ji Shen, kill me!!!"

"Who understands the significance of that look? My God!"

"Drink the milk, then go wash up and go to bed." Song Zifei handed her the warm milk.

"Can I not drink it?" Looking at the glass handed to her, Song Qingyin refused with a clear expression. "I'm eighteen already. What kind of decent person would drink milk every day at eighteen..."

"Even an 34-year-old and 34-month-old child needs to drink milk." With a light tap of the glass against the table, Song Zifei suddenly reached out and pinched the little tuft of hair on her head. "Unless you want to stay stuck at 34 meters forever."

&34; My physical exam last week showed that...&34;

&34；去掉鞋跟一厘米，头发蓬松度两厘米。&34；宋子斐屈指弹了下她发顶的小熊发卡，&34；实际数据要四舍五入。&34；&34；

As Ji Yubai lowered his head and chuckled, the comments section erupted in laughter.

"My sister is a math genius!"

"Brother Bai choked on water! The screenshot button is broken!"

Song Qingyin's angrily gulping down milk was a series of gurgling sounds coming through the microphone. Ji Yubai's hand, which was subconsciously reaching for the cigarette pack, paused, and he turned down the volume of the live stream instead—a move that was immediately caught by sharp-eyed viewers in the chat.

"He's protecting her! He loves her so much!"

"Tonight we're all eavesdropping on the siblings' bickering."

"Then can I..." Song Qingyin leaned back in her chair, clinging to the back of the chair: "...and hit the last one..."

34; The final game? 34; The young man flicked the whoosh of her hair with his finger, 34; Last week's physical exam report said that her growth plates had not yet closed— 34;

"Ahhh, no personal attacks!" She shoved the cup back into his hand, and the game character bounced around on the beach. Ji Yubai watched the little figure on the screen suddenly start dancing, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he rolled the words "skeleton lines" halfway on his tongue.

"Finished it." Song Zifei shook the empty glass; milk foam still clung to the sides. "Otherwise, tomorrow's breakfast will be carrot juice."

After swallowing the last mouthful of milk with a huff, Song Qingyin glanced at the game results screen with a hint of lingering satisfaction, removed her crooked headset, and prepared to leave.

On the other end, all that could be heard was the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

"Ahhh, my sister's gone."

"Sister, continue tomorrow!"

At that moment, Ji Yubai was using a dagger to shave the packaging of an energy bar when he suddenly heard the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together in his headset. The noise of the girl getting up and overturning the gaming chair startled him, causing his fingers to tremble, and the blade left a white mark on his knuckles.

"Brother Yu Bai..." The soft, sweet voice suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and the rhythmic clatter of footsteps mingled with Song Zifei's light laughter: "You're wearing your slippers on the wrong feet."

The chat was instantly flooded with "hahaha," but Ji Yubai stared blankly at the Ice Soul Crossbow assist in the kill stats. The blue backlight of the mechanical keyboard illuminated his taut jawline until—

&34; Da da da da! &34;

The sound of hurried footsteps and light panting exploded in her earpiece. Song Qingyin clung to the door frame and braked abruptly: "Goodnight!" She had obviously run too fast, and the last syllable floated up, like a popping candy jumping into a can of cola.

"My sister launched a surprise attack!"

"Is Ji Shen's headset leaking electricity? His hands are shaking like that?"

纪屿白指尖悬在退出键上半秒，突然把还剩半截的能量棒扔进垃圾桶：&34；嗯。&34；他听见自己喉结滚动的声响比键盘敲击还清晰，&34；牛奶......&34；话到嘴边硬生生转了个弯，&34；助眠。&34；

Suddenly, the chat exploded with a lavish gift effect, and golden comments floated by: "Brother Bai, you just swallowed three times!!"

"Come on, Lao Ji, I'll play a few more rounds with you!" The sound of the gaming chair being dragged along, accompanied by a slight knocking sound, came through the headset again.

Song Zifei's eyes were excited, showing no sign of sleepiness. "I'm so annoyed every day, they won't let me off the hook even after I get off work."

"Hahaha, Brother Song is here to take over for his sister."

"Brother Song arrived at the perfect time to kick people out; he probably wants to do it himself."

"I feel sorry for Brother Song for two seconds. We're both just ordinary working people."

"No, no, no, they're not the same at all. One is working for yourself, and the other is working for someone else."

"agree"

"Agree +1"

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"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Ji Yubai chuckled, exposing his little scheme.

"You beat me so badly last week that I lost a rank, you have to help me catch up."

"Song Ge and Ji Shen are as good as ever."

"Sister, excuse me, but please allow me to climb the wall for a little while."

Ji Yubai glanced at the comments but didn't pay much attention. These kinds of comments always came up when he played ranked matches with Song Zifei, but—

He chuckled softly, then said with a laugh, "I owe you siblings something, so hurry up and get ready."

"Alright!" Song Zifei put on his headset and quickly started the game.