These are old interview videos of the archaeologist, showing that he has done things like giving the middle finger, provoking others, and using trash talk!
Jiang Chenzhou looked at Yu Qiuchi, who had remained silent, and felt that he might have figured it out. He said directly, "How about we start another game?"
"What?"
"Let's play PUBG." Meeting Yu Qiuchi's puzzled gaze, Jiang Chenzhou calmly said, "Don't worry, this time I'll definitely give you a good gaming experience."
Jiang Chenzhou recalled how his teammates had carried their girlfriends, and felt confident that he could do it too.
Yan Qing felt like a pitiful little thing who had been overlooked, but now she was shining.
Yu Qiuchi pursed his lips, and finally nodded shamefully. Before entering the game, he changed into a festive outfit, all in red.
Metaphysical psychology makes it easier to win!
Looking at the revitalized Yu Qiuchi, Jiang Chenzhou swallowed the words of advice he wanted to say. Red was too conspicuous and would make him an easy target.
Fine, Qiu Chi can wear whatever he wants. If he can't win this game, he's not a god of the boat!
This time, Yan Qing was smarter and followed Jiang Chenzhou in skydiving.
Jiang Chenzhou jumped to M City, which has more houses than wild spots, but it's not as intense as G Port or N Port.
Upon landing, Jiang Chenzhou was the first to search for supplies. His speed was so fast that it made Yan Qing's eyes a little uncomfortable.
"Want a gun?" Jiang Chenzhou had two guns in his hand, a dog-shaped gun and an M416. Yu Qiuchi couldn't tell the difference between the two guns. Apart from the different names, they seemed pretty much the same.
He showed Jiang Chenzhou the gun in his hand: "I have one, an M249! A machine gun!"
When Jiang Chenzhou heard the name, he was first taken aback before he realized that they usually called it by its common name, "Big Pineapple." When Yu Qiuchi said M249, he didn't quite understand and it sounded a bit strange.
Jiang Chenzhou nodded, but still tossed Yu Qiuchi a lot of medical kits.
Looking at the two people exchanging supplies in front of him, Yan Qing: "..."
He doesn't have a gun! Why don't you just ask him?
"Number three, go ahead and sell some."
The three of them used a pile of ruined walls as cover. Jiang Chenzhou suddenly spoke, his voice cold yet carrying an unquestionable air of authority.
"Me?"
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