The viewers in stream room 6657 were genuinely a bit stunned.
[Isn’t this guy’s stats insane??]
[A 1.58 average rating, holy sh*t, what kind of heavenly booster is this?]
[Isn’t the insane part the 77.7% average headshot rate? I thought this guy just had good aim—I didn’t expect him to actually be a headshot god!]
[Absurd]
[Hax!!]
[This guy is such a carry]
They all found it somewhat unbelievable.
In the post-match stats, ‘Leng Jing Yi Dian’ had put up 42 terrifying kills. Everyone had moments when they were in good form, and a high headshot rate could be achieved when your aim felt great.
But this data was that player’s average for this event.
You had to understand—on Perfect World, a 1.0 rating was considered passable, and 1.05 meant you were somewhat useful.
The ‘Wan Xiaojiang’ that Wan Jiq had matched with this game had an average rating of 1.58. That was truly outrageous.
In the same rank bracket, this was absolutely a tier above everyone else.
Even more outrageous was the headshot rate.
77.7%!
You had to understand, the average player’s headshot rate was around 30%. For players who preferred aiming for the head or had good pre-aim habits, the average was around 45%—already considered very high.
But this dude went straight to 77%. This guy only saw heads.
“This kind of person deserves to win!” Wan Jiq laughed. “I was wondering why this guy showed no emotional fluctuation after getting three aces—turns out this is just his daily routine!”
Next, Wan Jiq subconsciously started checking the player’s history.
He scrolled back through the match records.
“This guy started last season. Last season, his rating was only 1.01, but this season… half a month ago, he suddenly had an epiphany.” Wan Jiq took a breath. “This guy’s a bit insane.”
Epiphanies in CSGO weren’t strange.
Generally, accumulated experience came together, and then skill suddenly advanced by leaps and bounds.
Most CSGO players had gone through this.
Of course, most “epiphanies” relied on equipment.
This was why most ladder players had mixed opinions on “epiphany” players.
Wan Jiq took a breath and chose not to comment on the matter.
He was the type who didn’t provoke trouble, and was also afraid of it.
So rather than mentioning it and bringing trouble on himself, it was better to let the matter pass peacefully.
“This fan really plays well. I’ll proactively send him a friend request.” Wan Jiq suddenly let out a strange shout. “Only powerful fans like this are qualified to obtain the streamer’s friend slot, so brothers, next time you play ranked, please carry the streamer, okay?”
Amidst the bullet comments full of memes, Wan Jiq laughed like an idiot.
…
The next day.
December 17, 2022, Friday, 10:20 AM.
Today, Yang Yu’s entire major had no classes. For this group of university students currently addicted to CSGO, it was absolutely a good day to climb ranks.
“Brother Chicken, want to queue ranked?” After opening the Perfect World platform, Mo Han turned to Xu Kun and sent a duo invite.
Xu Kun waved his hand. “A bit later. I’ll practice my aim first.”
“You’ve really learned bad habits from Potato, acting like it’s real.” Mo Han didn’t understand why playing a game had to be like going to work. It was too exhausting.
Xu Kun replied somewhat angrily, “Practicing aim really works. Using the methods Potato taught me, I’m almost B+ now.”
He turned his head and said irritably, “If you ask me, Mo Han, you should practice too. Otherwise, I feel like we won’t be able to play together tomorrow.”
“Why?”
Xu Kun smiled. “We’re about to have a rank gap. If you don’t rank up, we won’t be able to queue together anymore.”
Only then did it click for Mo Han. His good brothers in the dorm had been secretly improving without him realizing.
He hurriedly checked their stats on Perfect World.
Xu Kun indeed wasn’t lying. He was only two games away from B+.
He took another glance at Yang Yu’s match history.
“Holy sh*t, Potato, you’re already A+?”
He had expected some gap, but he hadn’t expected it to be this large.
Yang Yu, wearing headphones, replied after hearing him, “I was A+ just now…”
“Just now?”
Puzzled, Mo Han looked toward Yang Yu’s screen. He saw Yang Yu and his teammates waiting in the bombsite for the last CT to arrive.
As the last CT’s figure appeared in his vision, Yang Yu pulled the trigger and landed that familiar headshot kill.
The screen froze there. Yang Yu also let out a long breath. “Not anymore.”
He had thought his final matches to promote to S would be extremely difficult, constantly torturous like when he went from C+ to B.
But unexpectedly, it went smoothly. His teammates were decent, he performed well, and he secured it quite ordinarily.
After the match ended, the game was forcibly closed, and the Perfect World post-match screen appeared.
Unlike the usual stats page, this time there was a cutscene CG on Yang Yu’s screen.
A huge “S” emblem appeared on the screen.
“Embark on the S-rank Road to Ascension; who will be the first to become the Demon King…”
Mo Han’s eyes instantly widened. “Holy sh*t!! He really hit S!!”
Xu Kun also stopped what he was doing and got up to watch.
They had seen many streamers and high-level players post this screen on short video platforms, but for ordinary players, it was still quite difficult.
It was like League of Legends’ Challenger rank—online, it seemed like everyone was Challenger, but in reality, ask around and they were all Platinum or Diamond.
Although Perfect World S didn’t have quite the prestige of League’s Challenger, it was still very difficult for ordinary players.
Huang Zicheng, lying in bed, started clapping upon hearing the commotion. “Rain God is awesome!! Our Dorm 302 finally has its very own S-rank player!”
Even Mo Han, who had been somewhat unconvinced, said now, “You win!”
Yang Yu smiled from the bottom of his heart upon receiving his roommates’ praise.
For him, this was the result of half a month of hard work.
The daily deathmatch practice that could only be described as insane finally had meaning at this moment. He had gone from a casual player to a truly competitive player.
He looked at the cutscene CG on the screen.
[S is more than a rank; here lies a new world]
[Your climb has already begun; believe that you won’t stop]
Yang Yu looked at the S rank marked behind his ID, satisfied no matter how he looked at it.
He pulled out his phone, photographed the promotion screen, then took a screenshot of his stats.
Edited the caption: “This is only the beginning.”
Then he posted his first video on Douyin.
At this time, Huang Zicheng climbed down from his bed and asked, “Potato, isn’t this you! You met Wan Jiq a few days ago?”
“What? Brother Potato, when did you run into Wan Chu?” Mo Han’s large head was full of question marks. He realized that after not paying attention to the brats in his dorm for a few days, the world had changed dramatically.
They all played CSGO and enjoyed watching CSGO tournaments. They all knew this commentator—the best in CNCS.
Or rather, with Wan Jiq’s personality and professionalism, very few in the entire CSGO playerbase would dislike him.
“It should have been yesterday. God Wan even gave me a friend slot.” Yang Yu looked at Huang Zicheng. “You specifically went to watch the livestream?”
Huang Zicheng shook his head. “I saw the clip. Potato, you really made us proud!”
Seeing Yang Yu’s outstanding performance, they too felt a sense of shared glory.
“But the community’s voice doesn’t seem very positive right now…” Huang Zicheng said after some deliberation.
“How so?”
Huang Zicheng climbed down from his bed and handed his phone to Yang Yu.
For major streamers like Wan Jiq, fans usually edited clips and posted them on Bilibili and Douyin.
Yesterday’s ranked match, because of its excellent entertainment value, had been carefully edited.
As a “Wan Xiaojiang,” Yang Yu’s many plays were quite eye-catching.
Not to mention the moment when Wan Jiq saw Yang Yu’s outrageous stats. The super-high headshot rate combined with his outstanding in-game performance made many netizens in the comment section question whether Yang Yu was a prodigy or a lock-on cheater.
Some even suggested that Wan Jiq organize an offline self-verification to prove that Yang Yu wasn’t cheating.
This was actually quite normal.
CNCS had lacked fresh blood for a long time. Players really hoped a prodigy would come to save CNCS, but at the same time, because the environment was utterly rotten, they were afraid to place their hopes on someone using hardware.
“Want to respond in the comments, or ask God Wan to say something?” Seeing his good brother being discussed like this, Huang Zicheng felt a bit uncomfortable.
They knew that Yang Yu had gradually worked hard, training like a madman to become stronger.
Hearing netizens speak ill of him inevitably left them upset.
Yang Yu handed the phone back to Huang Zicheng and simply shook his head. “No need to care.”
He was already planning to go pro. Becoming a professional player next would be the best self-verification.
Why bother with unnecessary efforts?
At this time, Yang Yu once again let his consciousness sink into the system.
[Challenge Mission: A Small Test of Skill—Evaluation in progress…]
[Mission Reward: Second Advance Slot has been opened…]
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Another chapter coming later…
No-prize quiz: what type is the second advance slot?