G2 Training Room.
"Mate, let me introduce you to the new teammate trying out."
Niko led Meng Lang into the training room and said to the captain who had just finished an FPL match—Aleksib.
"Hey bro, I'm Dark."
Meng Lang also stepped forward politely to shake his hand, staring at Aleksib with a smile. His side profile really did somewhat resemble Leonardo DiCaprio.
"Oh, oh, nice to meet you, I'm—" Aleksib was about to introduce himself.
"I know, I know. I'm your fan." Meng Lang interrupted his cast.
"Oh?"
"Little Li, Li the God."
Aleksib immediately smiled. He knew this nickname; the Chinese community had given it to him. Having someone call him that to his face felt pretty great—after all, not every professional player looked like the hottest man on the planet back in the day.
Turning to look at Meng Lang again, he suddenly found him even more agreeable. He pulled over a chair, picked up the jacket on it, and said with a smile, "Trial, right? Then use the computer next to me."
"Sitting next to my idol is awesome."
"No, no, no."
Aleksib waved his hand.
The man outsiders described as "cold and aloof as Nordic ice and snow, rarely showing emotion in matches" had the corners of his mouth stretched wide.
Niko smiled at the sight.
He never worried about Meng Lang being unable to fit into G2.
Because he knew this guy's personality allowed him to get along with anyone quickly.
Having brought him here, he shrugged, smiled, patted Meng Lang's shoulder, and left.
G2's new captain Aleksib chatted with Meng Lang for a few more sentences, then smiled and patted his shoulder. "Bro, I know us CS players know our rigs better than our own beds. Hook up your peripherals to this machine and get in-game to adjust your settings."
Meng Lang immediately took out his peripheral bag, chuckled, and rubbed his hands together. "Bro, you get me. I haven't played for two days; I've been feeling ants crawling all over my body."
From Seattle to Berlin, he had been a frequent flyer these past two days.
"Huh?" Aleksib was stunned for a moment.
Alright then!
An internet-addicted youth.
He glanced at Meng Lang with some envy. Not all professional players loved gaming.
Which tier-one pro didn't have talent?
But when gaming became a job and the novelty gradually faded, many old CS veterans got so sick of playing they wanted to vomit.
So Aleksib had always believed that "never getting tired of playing" was the most terrifying talent!
Just like that Faker next door. Most LPL players were clocking in and waiting to die, yet he was still enjoying the game.
If he didn't win, who would?
Meng Lang connected his own gear, sat in the gaming chair and rocked a bit, bent down to adjust the height, then tweaked his peripherals, and started downloading the Perfect World platform.
While waiting, Meng Lang thought for a moment and suddenly remembered his Douyu streaming account.
If posting on Weibo could earn emotional value, then streaming should work too, right?
Without much hesitation, Meng Lang decided to give it a try.
[Dreams and Ambitions! Grinding some Perfect World ranked matches]
Meng Lang's Douyu account didn't have many followers, only around thirty thousand or so.
But probably because he had just been politicked out of EG a couple of days ago, his late-night stream—which usually had just over a hundred viewers due to time zone differences—suddenly saw more than three hundred people flood in the moment he went live.
Undoubtedly, most of them were clout-chasing gawkers.
"Damn?! Dark God is here on Perfect World chasing dreams and ambitions?"
"Laughing to death! Dark God can't even handle FPL anymore? Running to the domestic fish pond to smurf?"
"Stewie2K may be a banana, but this time they really didn't kick the wrong guy."
"Please stop smurfing, or just retire and go to Shijiazhuang to join Brother Wan selling pork head meat!"
"."
Meng Lang took a moment to glance at the bullet comments, the corners of his mouth twitching. He cleared his throat. "Brothers, clarifying again—your streamer hasn't retired. Your streamer just isn't wanted for the moment, playing some Perfect World to find his form."
"First time I've heard of a pro using Perfect World to find form, hahaha, laughing my ass off!"
"Is it funny? Doesn't feel as funny as someone being the only green score carrying four reds, only to get politicked out by a banana."
This time, Meng Lang didn't bother with the haters spamming the chat. Over the years, because of his good relationship with Machine, most of his viewers were haters and antis diverted from Machine's stream.
After the Perfect World platform finished downloading, Meng Lang turned on a VPN accelerator since he was abroad.
He previously had an account on Perfect World that was S-rank two seasons ago. Now it was the new season reset. According to Perfect World's "multi-tier proportional inheritance" algorithm, his current base rating was around A+ to S.
But this account had a pretty high win rate, so its hidden MMR was also high. It was possible to be matched against former Demon King S-rank players.
Thinking about the newbie quest the system gave him—to get his first win on Perfect World—and considering he had grinded on Perfect World and 5E before, he deeply knew that the A+ to S bracket was full of demons and "talented young prodigies"—in solo queue, you often ran into teammates who acted like mortal enemies, leeching off each other, suspecting each other, venomous tongues, no profit involved whatsoever, just the purest "combat" for the entire match.
That basically meant free elo.
Considering that solo queueing alone was too unstable, and to get the system reward as soon as possible, Meng Lang decisively chose to call in backup.
He dialed a number.
"Hellooo!"
"Yeah."
His cousin Wang Yitong picked up.
On the other end, he was somewhat silent.
Although Meng Lang hadn't contacted him these past two days, he had already seen the news online about Meng Lang getting kicked from EG and had been waiting for him to reach out.
But then he thought again—his cousin seemed carefree, but actually had very strong self-esteem. After a moment of silence, Wang Yitong couldn't help but say, "Tyloo's side, do you want to give it a shot? With your previous..."
"Hahaha, Big Bro Niko just found me a gig. Don't worry about work."
Meng Lang said nonchalantly, then added with a grin:
"I know you want to play brother CS with me, but bro is a stray dog right now. Slinking back like this would be too embarrassing. Wait till I make a name for myself over here. When I return to China then, I'll be a tiger returning to the mountain! Wouldn't that be beautiful!"
Big Bro Niko?
Wang Yitong automatically ignored his cousin's bullshit, frowned, and realized he was talking about Niko.
The corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.
He had always known his cousin was straightforward and frank. As someone from Sichuan-Chongqing, he had the bearing of a Paoge man—never sloppy in speech or action—and had always been popular.
He just didn't expect that after having Brother Wan back home, now there was Brother Niko too.
At the same time, the trolls in the stream exploded upon hearing this!
"What Big Bro Niko is Dark the bastard talking about?"
"Niko! Dark has a good relationship with Niko."
"Holy shit! Niko found Dark a job? Did Dark transfer to G2?"
"No way? With Dark's hand injury, even EG didn't want him. Is G2 brain-dead to pick him up?"
"Exactly, and the Antwerp Major starts on the 13th. Is there even time to sign a contract at this point?"
"Dark, stop playing cool and mysterious, quickly tell us what's going on."
"."
Meng Lang just chuckled and kept his mouth shut.
It wasn't that he was intentionally keeping them in suspense; it was just that things with G2 weren't set in stone yet, so it wasn't convenient to say much. He pretended not to see the chat and turned to tell Wang Yitong to log into Perfect World for some duo queue.
Although Wang Yitong didn't know what was going on with Meng Lang and G2, nor why he suddenly came to play Perfect World when he was doing fine in FPL.
But with his cold and quiet personality, if his cousin didn't say, he didn't ask. Since he was in China, he had the Perfect World platform on his computer and logged in directly.
Meng Lang also logged into Perfect World on his side.
ID: Ordinary Company Wang Yanbing.
Glancing at his friends list, he saw his cousin Wang Yitong who had just come online. His ID was the same as his pro ID: Shadow.
After the two entered duo queue together, Meng Lang immediately felt much more at ease.
Although there were many five-man premades on Perfect World, the synergy between him and his cousin Wang Yitong was unmatched by others.
When they were young playing CS, his cousin's house only had one big-butt CRT monitor.
For others, it might have been taking turns—you play one round, I play one; whoever dies gets off.
But they were different.
Meng Lang controlled the mouse; Wang Yitong controlled the keyboard. They played together.
Their level of synergy was enough to pilot a Jaeger in Pacific Rim without issue.
Before long, a *ding* sounded—ranked match found!
Meng Lang couldn't help but rub his hands together. He had been looking forward to this Perfect World first-win system reward for a long time!
At the same time, in the Huya CS:GO section.
In a stream, a yellow-haired, horse-faced youth had just finished a game of PUBG. He said impatiently in his signature raspy duck voice, "Stop fucking spamming, okay! Play play play! Playing placement matches. You motherfuckers just want to see me lose. Nah! Even if I lose again, I'm still A+. How many people in this stream have even reached A+?"
After opening Perfect World, former Tyloo main AWPer Danking scanned his friends list, his eyes turning crafty. "Wait a sec, lemme call someone. Us brothers are gonna dominate today, alright."
As he spoke, he pulled a friend with the ID z4KR and profile picture of Mitsuha Miyamizu into the room.
Queue popped!
The stream viewers immediately revolted!
"Holy shit! Two pros smurfing in Perfect World?"
"Where's the entertainment value in that? I'd rather watch Dan get destroyed by randoms."
"I'm out! Disbanded! Surely no one's gonna donate to smurfers, right?"
"."
Just as the stream viewers were expressing their dissatisfaction, a bullet comment suddenly popped up.
"Wait, Dan seems to have matched against Shadow!"
"Shadow? Tyloo's current main AWPer?"
"Hahaha, now it's interesting! Ex versus current—a battle between two generations of Tyloo AWPers!"
"Keep barking, Dan! I still prefer your arrogant and unruly look from before! Get back into character!"
"."
The chat had already recognized Wang Yitong. After all, he was Tyloo's current main AWPer.
As for Meng Lang, although he was streaming, his viewership topped out at around 300. Moreover, having long left the CN pro scene and mostly played "niche treasure events" abroad, naturally no one recognized this ID he had used a long time ago.
On Huya, Danking stared at the chat, somewhat dumbfounded.
He knew a NAVI academy main AWPer had joined the team not long ago. He just didn't expect to run into him while smurfing in Perfect World for donations. He suddenly got a toothache.
"Bro, you're a pro not playing FPL, what are you doing playing this shitty Perfect World? Th-th-this is a professionalism problem! Bro's gotta teach him a lesson! They have an active pro on their side? We have one too! Sanye and I are still gonna dominate today, alright!"
"Eh! Thanks to Still-Stubborn-Boss for the magic book!"
The stream viewers burst into pig-squealing laughter at this comment.
"Dan's mouth is truly hard!"
Danking glanced at the chat, but didn't mind at all.
With him, plus Sanye—a versatile player who had just switched from AWPer to rifler!
2v1!
This round was a guaranteed win against them!
He didn't even know how they could lose.
On Douyu, Meng Lang's stream.
After loading into Dust II, while waiting for teammates to join, Meng Lang quickly learned from his chat that there were two CN pros on the enemy team—Danking was, after all, a top Huya streamer.
Danking and Sanye.
He had heard of Danking. In June 2019, he officially joined Tyloo as the AWPer. In his debut showmatch, he got 21 kills and 7 opening kills. With his precise AWP plays, he was hailed as "Asia's Number One AWPer." In 2020, he led the team to the Major main event, but the tournament was canceled due to the pandemic, missing out on player stickers. In the 2021 PGL Stockholm Major, Tyloo lost in the quarterfinal qualifiers in overtime. Due to a Valve rule change (only top eight received stickers), he missed out on stickers once again.
Later, disheartened, he made room for newcomers. The club officially announced he was moved to inactive status, and he focused on streaming.
However, he had great streaming talent. All kinds of FPS games brought in money from all directions. Now he was considered one of Huya's bigger streamers.
As for z4KR, he had once topped the 5E leaderboards under the ID "Mitsuha Miyamizu." His aim was so precise that he was accused of cheating—something Meng Lang had also experienced "when he was young." He had proven himself offline at the time, while Sanye chose not to respond, leading to polarized public opinion for a while.
Later, he joined the Chinese-Russian mix team 8easy, showing his talent in the Dallas Masters qualifiers. In August of the same year, he was spotted by the grassroots team LVG and became their core. He even led them to defeat Tyloo, who had made the Major at the time, indirectly proving himself.
Meng Lang wasn't familiar with Sanye, but Danking seemed to be his cousin's former teammate. Knowing his cousin's silent personality, he was just thinking of helping him say hello to the enemy team in all-chat, when a rather disgusting squeaky voice came through the team voice chat.
"Can you get a few more kills? You played like shit last game."
After she said this, a random player with the blue avatar ID Gamer in the team said a bit embarrassedly, "My bad, my bad. I just need to play more. Haven't played in too long, a bit off my game. Let's do our best this round."
But that yellow avatar squeaky-voiced teammate applied pressure again:
"Stop with the 'do our best'! You're the fucking worst. If you're not in shape, don't queue up, you trash noob!"
Meng Lang was stunned when he heard this!
Wait, were these two who got matched together and lost last game, matched together again?
But setting aside whether it should be said or not, this yellow squeaker had a filthy mouth. Cursing like this right off the bat—wouldn't the blue random bro get tilted?
Oh no. If they start flaming at the beginning, this round is over!
Meng Lang was a bit numb!
He knew Perfect World was full of demons, but he didn't expect to run into one immediately on his first game after so long.
But unexpectedly, the random player with the ID Gamer gave a simple smile. "Usually busy with work. I just like to play after getting off work. Sorry about that."
This time Meng Lang was truly a bit shocked!
Holy shit, there are still CS players with such a good mentality? The Perfect World community environment really has improved!
But that yellow squeaker wouldn't let it go. At this point, all teammates had connected, and the first round was about to start. She pressed her advantage and continued, "You're so fucking bad. Just buy a smoke and flash for me in the pistol round. Seriously, I feel like that's all you're good for."
"OK." The random bro ignored her disrespect and even added, "I can also buy a P250."
"Give the P250 to green. He's a streamer. He'll carry us this round," the yellow squeaker said.
Hearing this, the random bro immediately bought a P250 and dropped it to Green.
Green's ID: Youse.
Huh?!
The viewers in Meng Lang's stream were dumbfounded.
"Holy shit, he really dropped it?"
"Getting cursed at like that and still dropping guns? This blue bro has such a good temper?"
"A reincarnated immortal, a true saint!"
"If I were blue, I'd have cursed out that bitch's parents long ago."
"Laughing to death! I thought Dark the bastard hit the jackpot with internal team fighting right off the bat."
"Real talk, blue is purely a Bodhisattva reborn, here to save Dark, right?"
"."
This blue player's emotional stability was too high.
Meng Lang was a bit impressed too, though he didn't recommend this.
But was there another streamer on the team?
Meng Lang looked at Youse and thought hard. No impression.
At this moment, the yellow squeaker suddenly said triumphantly and unabashedly in voice chat, "Haha! Youse, we're gonna be rolling in it this round. Whatever gun you want later, I can squeeze it out of him for you."
She was a female room admin in Youse's Bilibili stream. Having donated a lot, Youse was duo-queueing placements with her.
"Really?" Youse asked.
"Really. I've already trained blue into a little puppy." The female room admin's tone was full of pride.
"Awesome! Awesome!"
"Hmph hmph hmph."
The voices of these two were so grating it made one's fists clench.
Yet the two parties were completely unaware, still laughing smugly.
The chat in Meng Lang's stream exploded again!
"???"
"Holy shit! Is this person even human!"
"Others have good manners, and this bitch actually thinks she's something!"
"That Youse from Bilibili isn't any good either. These two scumbags are pure trash!"
"This blue bro is too honest, getting bullied like this."
"Tsk tsk! There are still more evil people in this world!"
"."
On Bilibili, Youse's stream.
Youse also seemed to have realized they were matched against Danking and Sanye!
His heart stirred slightly!
Realizing it was a great opportunity to leech clout from Danking—a top Huya streamer—he immediately changed his tune and started rallying the troops. "Everyone play seriously this round. The enemy has pros, but it's no big deal. Listen to my calls and we can win."
Meng Lang laughed when he heard this. He couldn't help but ask his cousin in their YY duo voice chat, "Xiao Tong, this is bad. This prick didn't even recognize you're here. I think both of you should reflect on yourselves."
Wang Yitong bit his lip upon hearing this and said nothing.
At the start of this round, they were on the T side. Youse had already taken over the IGL role. "With our spawn positions, we go B. I'll throw a B doors smoke, you guys just rush B. I'll crouch on the B2 boxes to intercept anyone coming from B1."
"No problem." The female room admin immediately responded.
Naturally, Meng Lang and his cousin had no objections.
The Dust II map itself was simple. Ranked pistol rounds were basically full utility executes and hard rushes, after which you left the outcome to aim duels and that dogshit random bullet spread.
However, the T side got off to a rough start. When entering B tunnels, the female room admin whiffed her flash!
Bang!
A full white flash for friend and foe alike!
Meng Lang, rushing in front, reacted by turning his head and caught a half-flash. Immediately after, he flicked and fired!
Bang bang!
The Glock landed two headshots, taking down a CT at the double boxes on site, but the next second he was traded by the enemy at tunnel and triple box positions.
His cousin had worse luck, catching the full flash, but relying on his flick, he still managed to kill an opponent at white car while blind. Unfortunately, he was immediately traded out.
The blue random Gamer had even worse luck. He died without seeing anything. The female room admin rushing behind him fed another one.
Youse, who had been preparing to crouch on the B2 boxes, saw things going south. His reactions weren't slow; he immediately sprinted to support, using the female room admin as bait to take down the guy at tunnels.
Then, he planted the bomb at B tunnels and fell back to defend B tunnels.
Quietly waiting for the remaining two A-site defenders to come over.
Coincidentally, the two remaining A-site defenders were Danking and Sanye.
Nothing more to say. The two immediately sprinted up, one from B doors and one from tunnels, double-peeking to clear angles.
They didn't find anyone.
That was simple too.
Sanye holds the angle, Danking defuses.
Youse hid in B tunnels counting down the bomb timer. The moment he came out of B tunnels, Sanye, holding the angle with a USP, headshotted him.
As for Danking, he didn't let go of the defuse at all.
"EZ! EZ!"
"You only defused the whole round, of course it's EZ."
Having won the pistol round, the enemy CT side's atmosphere was quite good.
On Meng Lang's T side, the moment the screen switched to spawn, the female room admin started yapping again in voice chat.
"Blue, why the fuck did you block me just now? I'm asking you, why are you blocking people's positions?"
"I didn't." The blue random was a bit confused.
Meng Lang saw the countdown was about to end and the round was about to start. Flaming teammates at this moment was purely mental illness. Having endured for half the game, he couldn't hold back anymore and opened his mic. "Stop with this. What are we doing round two? Eco or force buy?"
"Purple (Meng Lang), you stop talking first."
The female room admin directly blew up. She dropped the squeaky act, her voice jumping up an octave, sharp and shrill. "I'm asking you! Why did you block me? Huh? Why? Are you so fucking bad you can't even walk?"
Meng Lang couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this.
"So you whiffed that flash because blue blocked you? Don't make me laugh."
The female room admin raged, "If he didn't block me, would I have whiffed it?"
"My bad, my bad." The blue bro clearly didn't want to argue.
But you can't give ground to a bitch.
"Hear that, hear that?" Youse's female room admin, hearing blue concede, immediately pressed her advantage and kept biting. "If not for this noob, would I have whiffed my flash?"
Meng Lang was reaching his limit.
When he entered B tunnels just now, he had been watching the whole time. This female room admin had been frantically knife-waving behind the random Gamer the whole time. Before entering B tunnels, blue had actively sidestepped to make way.
Now she's saying she whiffed because she got blocked. So when she loses, the whole world is wrong, but she's never wrong?
Fuck!
So fucking classic!
"This blue really does have a big problem. Purple, if you don't know, don't—" Youse was still backing up his female room admin.
"You saw it?" Meng Lang retorted.
"I-I definitely saw it." Youse was stunned and chose to stubbornly insist.
Meng Lang asked with a half-smile:
"You threw a smoke outside B tunnels at the start of the round. You're sure you could see? I get it! Wallhack, right? You toggled?"
Youse was immediately choked by the retort. Naturally, he hadn't seen it.
The stream chat erupted again!
"Pfft haha! So satisfying! Great roast!"
"Supporting Dark the bastard's righteous speech!"
"This stinking dog Youse is too disgusting!"
"That female room admin of his isn't human either."
"."
Youse clearly had lost face from being roasted!
Right at that moment, the countdown ended. Fuming, he directly force-bought a Scout, said nothing, and took the bomb out to rush A long.
The female room admin followed. The roasted random bro, seeing Youse had the bomb, could only follow to help flash.
"What's the plan?" Cousin Wang Yitong asked in their YY duo voice chat.
"You follow them too. I'll go to B1 to look for an opening," Meng Lang said.
After brief thought, Meng Lang bought half-armor and a Deagle, heading directly toward B at round start.
Arriving outside B tunnels, he observed that the random bro on his team had already popped a flash outside A doors. Both sides were trading at A doors but hadn't broken through yet. Meng Lang didn't rush into B2. Instead, he crouched by the wooden crates at the back of B outside B tunnels and held an angle for a while.
Why hold this angle?
His teammates were going ham at A doors right now, all kinds of flashes popping off, looking like a full A execute—so the CT defending B was very likely to choose an aggressive push into B2 for information.
And after entering B2 and seeing no one, the enemy would either go down the stairs into B1 toward mid, or directly push into the back of B to flank from T spawn.
At this moment, Meng Lang's teammates were still stalled at A doors. So after the B-site CT pushed aggressively into B2 and got info, they would likely think B was empty and most likely choose the latter—a big flank through the back of B from T spawn!
Facts proved that Meng Lang really did wait for this destined person!
From his position at the wooden crates at the back of B outside B tunnels, he saw a silhouette flicker at the tunnel entrance. Holding head level, he pulled the trigger and fired—headshot, taken down.
[Ordinary Company Wang Yanbing headshotted "Her_Sakurajima_Mai" with a Desert Eagle!]
Fuck!
What kind of dickhead camps here lurking?
The CT B-site defender who crept out was headshotted by Meng Lang and couldn't help but jump in fright.
The chat in Meng Lang's stream also erupted!
"66666!"
"Laughing to death! Dark's position is such a lurker play!"
"Enemy: You scared the shit out of me!"
"."
Having taken down the B-site anchor, Meng Lang was about to call for his team to rotate B, when Youse's exasperated questioning flooded his ears.
"What the fuck! Did you have to stand right in my crosshair? You fucking blue!"
"I just don't get it. Did you have to contest my angle with a Deagle against my Scout?"
"Even if you were there first, just take a peek shot and leave."
"Also, what's the point of your shitty Deagle?"
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Niko?"
It turned out that at round start, Youse rushed A long first. The blue random had popped a flash outside A doors to help Youse take A long.
But Youse, wielding the Scout, didn't even catch the timing of the enemy's molotov. He missed his first shot and got burned back by the fire.
After the fire in A doors died out, blue saw Youse retreat and wanted to swing out for two shots and get some info!
He actually managed to tag one in the body.
Youse saw blue's Deagle shooting there. Hearing that he tagged a body shot, he also wanted to go for a Scout kill steal.
But the blue random, focused on peeking, didn't notice someone coming up behind him. When he swung out, the two bumped positions.
Youse also messed up. When he scoped in, he found his crosshair on his teammate.
Panicking, he tried to retreat, but was gunned down by Danking, the A-long anchor, with an M4A1—one body shot, one headshot.
He fell back on the spot!
Laid down and went to sleep!
You have to understand, he was streaming and always considered himself a "warrior general." Enraged and humiliated, of course he turned around and cursed his teammate.
And now, facing streamer Youse's aggressive questioning, the blue random still wanted to keep the peace.
He explained, "My bad, my bad. I didn't know you were coming to A doors. You can tell me in advance, I can go mid."
But Youse said impatiently, "I don't fucking need to tell you in advance! I'm asking you! Are you human? Do you have eyes? Can you adapt? Do you have reaction speed? Do you know the reaction speed range of a modern adult male?"
A barrage of questioning, even outright insults, full of condescension.
This was actually a common ailment of many popular streamers or content creators. They believed they were born with some extraordinary talent that attracted so many viewers. But they forgot one important thing—without audience attention and interaction, you are nothing. And this dislocated mindset caused some streamers to develop a holier-than-thou attitude, thinking they were the best, the greatest, the master of their fans. Fans must listen to them. Once they got heated in-game, this mindset would carry over into their communication and interaction with teammates.
At this moment, the female room admin jumped out again to back her up, cursing at the noob. The blue bro was clearly getting beaten down by the verbal abuse.
Meng Lang's stream exploded again.
"The fuck! How can this dog Youse bite so much?"
"This is too fucking disgusting!"
"He lost his duel to Dan and blamed his teammate, right?"
"This blue plays much better than that idiot Youse. If you're bad, just practice more."
"."
At the same time, on Meng Lang's side, two Ts had fallen at A doors.
The CTs on the enemy team at mid and A short seized the opportunity. The three grouped up, popped flashes, and aggressively cleared out toward A long.
In the ensuing chaos!
The female room admin died without landing a single shot.
Wang Yitong was on a full eco this round. He only had a Glock, not even armor.
But taking advantage of the room admin's instant death, he still managed to land two headshots for a kill. Unfortunately, the next second, Sanye behind easily traded him out.
This meant that at 1 minute 20 seconds into the round, Meng Lang at B1 was facing a 1v3 clutch.
And the bomb had fucking dropped outside A doors.
The CT side immediately relaxed.
"EZ."
Danking entered bragging mode. "Damn! I feel like this match has no intensity. Someone said this Youse is some Bilibili streamer? Sorry! Never heard of him. His aim is utter trash."
"Their bomb is dropped outside A doors. Just guard the bomb," Sanye said.
"Nah, that's no fun."
Danking urged smugly, "Just now a teammate said they saw someone outside B tunnels and got lurked. This Ordinary Company Wang Yanbing might still be at B. Aren't we gonna hunt him down?" As he spoke, he grinned. "We made a bet, remember? Whoever has the lower Rating tonight treats dinner. Don't say I'm stat-padding later."
And the remaining random teammate on the CT side also wanted to go for a hunt, immediately agreeing.
So, Sanye watched the bomb outside A doors, while Danking at A long rotated through CT spawn!
He walked to CT spawn then silenced his steps, crossed through mid doors toward B1. The random teammate circled to B and entered B tunnels with loud steps to clear angles.
At the same time, on the T side.
Youse switched to Meng Lang's POV and found that while all his teammates were dead, Meng Lang was crouching at B1 with half-armor and a Deagle, holding B2. He immediately started cursing up a storm.
"The fuck! This purple guy is also a god-man."
"The team took the bomb to A long at the start. What are you doing here alone?"
"Seriously, these teammates can give me a brain hemorrhage. I'm really fucking convinced."
Thud thud thud—!
Suddenly, Meng Lang heard loud steps from the CT entering B2 from B tunnels, slowly approaching his position!
Someone's in B2!
But at this moment, a sudden surge of extreme danger alert flooded his mind—as if an invisible, inaudible malice had locked onto him like a venomous snake!
[Spider Sense]!
In an instant, adrenaline surged through Meng Lang as he jerked violently!
"Shut the fuck up!"
Almost instinctively, he crouched and turned. Into his view suddenly leapt a fly-masked CT silently creeping over with a taser!
At the same time, a buzzing electrical current came through his headphones, and the hair on his head suddenly stood on end!
It turned out that the instant he crouched, a taser shot passed over his head.
Who else could it be but Danking, who had silently flanked to lurk on Meng Lang and was trying to tase him?
Holy shit!
He... dodged it?
I fucking shift-walked here!
At this moment!
Danking was also dumbfounded!
But before the dumbfounded Danking could switch weapons,
Meng Lang, who had crouched and turned, already had his Deagle lined up at head level. A flash of fire, and a bullet erupted from the muzzle, spinning and enlarging in Danking's forehead!
Bang!
[Ordinary Company Wang Yanbing headshotted Danking with a Desert Eagle!]
Meng Lang didn't even pick up the gun. He directly turned back to hold the angle against the CT who couldn't wait to jump down from the B2 stairs.
He caught the enemy mid-air. Not avoiding the CT's jumping M4A1 spray in the slightest, he raised his Deagle and fired—bang!
Mid-air frag!
One shot, one soul!
Meng Lang landed another headshot!
[Ordinary Company Wang Yanbing killed "Milky_White_Snow" with a Desert Eagle!]
A 1v2!
Meng Lang spun like a top in the narrow B1!
"Holy shit!"
Danking couldn't hold it in anymore. He cried injustice in his signature raspy duck voice. "The fuck! Who is this Wang Yanbing? How did he crouch just now? This is too ridiculous! I shift-walked from CT spawn!"
The Huya stream chat also exploded!
"This crouch is too troll!"
"Damn! It feels like this guy knew Dan was coming and crouched on purpose!"
"Dan walked from spawn, that doesn't make sense, right?"
"Normal: Hall effect switches, high sens feeling good, high FPS vs low FPS, eighteen-thousand-yuan headphones hearing CT spawn from T spawn, Ignite vs TP, talented random, a thousand hours in the training grounds, graduated from Whampoa Military Academy. In short, don't force the hate."
"Laughing to death! But real talk! Wang Yanbing's two Deagle headshots were sick as hell!"
"But he got sprayed down to no health! He's at 10 HP now, one shot and he's dead!"
"A 1v1 duel? Sanye won't have an easy time!"
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In CT voice chat, Sanye was also mocking Danking.
"Stat-padding? I get it. You meant you're afraid the enemy's stats are bad so you're feeding them kills, right?"
"You even pulled out the taser? Guess I'll have to step up."
Sanye was just roasting Danking when, before he even finished, he peeked mid from outside A doors.
His heart suddenly lurched!
The next instant, a crisp headshot sound rang by his ear!
[Ordinary Company Wang Yanbing headshotted z4KR with a Desert Eagle!]
This time, Meng Lang didn't need his Spider Sense to warn him.
After all, the bomb had dropped outside A doors. He blindly guessed the enemy had left at least one person to guard it.
So after the kill, he didn't switch guns. Instead, with 10 HP, he held the angle toward the oil barrels at mid-to-A-long.
If someone peeked,
they died.
Nothing more to it.
Of course, this headshot had some luck to it.
Sanye, who had gone to sleep on the spot, was abruptly interrupted mid-cast. He froze for a good while before reacting.
He immediately cursed:
"Fuck, this Wang Yanbing's Deagle really has something to it!"
"I got careless! Careless!"
"Hahaha!" Danking beside him let out pig-like squeals of schadenfreude.
At the same time, Meng Lang's stream chat also exploded!
(Ps: For plot purposes, the timeline of certain players' careers has been slightly adjusted.)