Chapter Forty-Nine: Human relationships and social etiquette? They don't exist. It's all about killing.

The two commentators on the commentary booth analyzed the situation, speaking very tactfully.

It means that even a retired professional player carrying "A Nian" and Shen Zhuangyue would easily crush them.

Song Nian'an rolled up his sleeves and moved the mouse back and forth to maintain hand dexterity.

"Follow me and jump," Song Nian'an told them on the plane.

Although the two female live streamers weren't very skilled, they were obedient.

"When you jump down, hide and pick up the equipment. Don't panic when you hear gunfire. Find a place to hide and stay still. Do you understand?" This was the first time Song Nian'an had explained something so detailed to someone. He really wanted to win.

The location for the skydive was terrifying for the female anchors. Their voices trembled as they asked, "Um, are we really jumping to Pochinki...?"

Wen Jing's lips curled into a smile. "I'll listen to the leader."

After the beautiful female streamer jumped down, she found a two-story building and started picking up health packs. The audience exclaimed that she was a professional healer in PUBG.

Before two minutes had even started, a whole team of players had already been eliminated from the screen.

"A Nian" killed player VIVI.

"A Nian" killed player C82M.

"A-Nian" killed the player, recounting the story in detail.

Sliver killed the player who fell in love with Liu Yifei. Was I wrong?

It seems they really want to take this opportunity to promote him and give him free kills.

Before long, they encountered a whole team.

After gathering all the equipment, Wen Jing went to meet up with Song Nian'an. The two heard the sound of a car and hid behind a wall.

Song Nian'an pulled out a grenade and threw it. As the enemy dodged, Wen Jing rushed forward and hit his target with every shot.

Two people fell down, and two others hid.

A sneak attack is only effective the first time; the second time, you need to go for something more impactful.

"Nian'an, the second floor next door."

"receive."

They went up the stairs, and in a moment of carelessness, they didn't notice anyone and ambushed them at the corner. Another fierce firefight ensued, and Song Nian'an, who charged too fast, was the first to fall.

He yelled into the microphone, "Pull me up! Pull me up!"

Wen Jing remained calm. "No rush, they want to make up for it."

Song Nian'an was frantic, like a grasshopper. "If I die, we lose! Save me first! I don't want to become a loot box!!"

"No, I don't want to lick your bag."

...

[Looting the loot box? This feels so familiar.]

[During that live stream, I told Blank to lick my bag.]

[Why does his tone and voice sound so much like Wen Jing's...?]

He stared at the screen watching Wen Jing's actions. He hadn't observed them properly earlier, but the two of them were indeed very well-coordinated. He had just been too hasty, which gave the other the opportunity.

During a regular live stream, the opponent would never be able to ambush you.

Wen Jing severely injured both opponents, then raised an eyebrow and said, "Get up and hide first."

After exchanging glances for a few seconds, Song Nian'an was pulled up by Wen Jing.

He quickly gathered his strength, applied a blood pack, and then rushed to kill the remaining two.

That left only them and "A-Nian".

"Ladies, let's deliver blood packs!" Song Nian'an's tone was noticeably more cheerful.

Wen Jing loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, released the mouse, and rubbed his palms together.

This series of actions was shown on the big screen, and the audience was so excited they almost had nosebleeds.

"Who the hell can resist this! This abstinent male god is seducing me!"

"Holds a gun steady, loosens his tie, both fierce and alluring!"

"The little brother in the gray hoodie was really handsome too, charging ahead of everyone. You really can't judge a book by its cover!"

A fan of Anian asked in the live chat: "Anian fans, don't you think the teamwork between the two just now was very similar to that of Blank and Anian? This is a routine they often use!"

Another fan of A-Nian pointed out the truth: "Why isn't Brother Blank sending gifts in the live stream when A-Nian is on live stream? It doesn't make sense!"

"Do you fans still remember Anian's hands during that live stream? I looked at them myself when I was petting the cat, and the knuckles were completely different from the Anian's on stage!"

More and more fans have started playing the "spot the difference" game.

But the game continues.

Song Nian'an mustered his strength in one breath, and the four of them drove towards the airdrop.

That's right, he's going to confront "A-Nian" head-on.

Even though Wen Jing knew that the enemy might have already found a high vantage point to snipe, she still said gently, "Listen to my boss."

Song Nian'an's face immediately turned red, not only his cheeks but also his neck, which were tinged with a peach-pink hue. He even scratched his nose and shook his headphones, looking almost completely at a loss.

Having finally calmed down from the memory of "licking the bag" and stopped thinking about the connection between Wen Jing and Kong Bai, she was suddenly blushing and her heart was pounding again because of Wen Jing.

The live stream chat was filled with people arguing and supporting each other.

The car, which was still heading towards the sky, had its wheels blown off. It looked like it was about to explode, so Song Nian'an slid to a stop behind a rock, and everyone else hid behind trees.

Even if the former professional player didn't play professionally anymore, he was still very experienced. He took down the medic team with two shots, taking down two kids.

The beautiful woman didn't dare to speak either, knowing that the location of the footsteps and gunshots at this moment was extremely important.

Based on his knowledge of the terrain, Song Nian'an roughly guessed the direction of the sniper rifle.

He tilted his head, scoped in, and fired a shot.

The sniper in the distance got his headshot.

Without giving him a chance, Wen Jing immediately made up for it.

"There's one more, Northwest 45, Nian'an." Wen Jing called out the location, and Song Nian'an fired. The two coordinated like they were playing a game together for the first time.

With the two most troublesome ones dealt with, only Shen Zhuangyue and "A Nian" remained.

Wen Jing had accurately predicted that the two were hiding in the warehouse, so he rushed over with Song Nian'an.

"A-Nian" does have some ability, but compared to Song Nian'an and Wen Jing, she is still extremely rare.

On their way there, Song Nian'an and Wen Jing heard the director's voice through their earpieces:

"They are both artists from Starlight Entertainment. Could you two please give them some face and show some courtesy?"

Ah, the ways of the world.

The director's brainwashing words kept playing in my headphones.

"This is an exhibition match, my friend. It's not wise to offend celebrities. Their fans will cyberbully you."

"If you let them win, how about we go offstage and give you some souvenirs from the finals, young man?"

"Why don't you tell me, and I'll let you go a little bit? We'll do whatever you want."

......

Song Nian'an sneered and said into the microphone, "I don't understand human relationships, I just want to kill."

He simply took off his headphones and placed them on the table.

He doesn't need to listen to footsteps; he can still kill.

The barrage of comments and gifts had already gone viral, and the organizers hadn't expected that the traffic would come not from the two celebrities, but from two audience members who were randomly called on stage.

"Did you guys see that? He took off his headphones! How confident is he in stomping newbies?!"

"Sister, all I heard my husband say was, 'Listen to my boss!'"

"Yeah, A-Nian and Shen Zhuangyue didn't interact at all, and the director didn't even show them on camera! What's going on? This is completely different from the A-Nian we see on live stream!"

Wen Jing opened the scope and saw it. "Found it." One shot, and A Nian fell to the ground.

They were completely powerless to fight back.

He turned his head to look at Song Nian'an, letting out a cryptic chuckle as he spoke in a whisper, with a hint of amusement: "Don't bother."

They didn't rush in, but quietly waited for Shen Zhuangyue to help "A Nian" up.

For a long time afterward, Shen Zhuangyue and "A Nian" dared not move until the poison subsided.

They had to abandon their "base camp" and run outwards, unaware that their earlier failure to replenish supplies was a desperate act in the final circle, a desperate confrontation.

The final circle was on an open grassy field, where Song Nian'an and Wen Jing lay prone, trapping each other like fish in a barrel.

Shen Zhuangyue and "A Nian" slowly crawled forward. One shot, and "A Nian" was blown to the head again.

Shen Zhuangyue lit a cigarette and continued to help.

Another shot.

Everyone was curious why they hadn't made a move since there was only one female celebrity left who posed no threat to them.

The commentator and host were both embarrassed and didn't know how to ease the atmosphere.

One or two repeated frictions.

Even Shen Zhuangyue herself couldn't stand it anymore. This was clearly a mockery of them, meant to embarrass them!

I never expected to see such a brutal and bloody scene at an exhibition match of such a large-scale competition.

They were only freed when Shen Zhuangyue and the others were poisoned to death by the poison circle.

The host, drenched in cold sweat, stepped onto the stage, his mind racing as he tried to salvage the situation.

How can a celebrity salvage a situation when they're being pranked by passersby? It's a major setback for their hosting career!

When the players from both teams stood on either side of him, he almost cried.

He took a deep breath, strained to his throat, and asked the question everyone wanted to know: "Do you have any personal grudges between you?"

In short, the climax has arrived.