Chapter 120 Chapter 120: God C [Only best friend? Is...
The recent days have been quite peaceful. Xirui had nothing to do, so he simply stayed in the spacious flat that President Jin bought for him and started his game live broadcast.
[Oh my god! Am I dazzled? God C is back!!!]
[Wow, C God, you finally remembered us! If you don’t come back, I’ll have to climb the wall instead…]
[I’ve finally waited for this!]
[Can God C show his face today? He's never shown his face before qaq. What does an S-rank male insect look like? I really want to see it!]
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Xirui's live broadcast account is simple and direct, called "C". Although he has passed the level identification of male insect certification, he has never shown his face in front of the camera. Only the sound is open, and even the function of the audience sending gifts is turned off.
For him, playing games is purely a hobby, without any utilitarian color.
Xirui is particularly fond of shooting games. He knows the performance of various guns, accessories, and bullets very well. He can operate them smoothly and every bullet can hit the target accurately.
Although there are no gorgeous pictures or dazzling special effects in his live broadcast room, his steady voice and superb skills have attracted many loyal viewers.
He relied on his skills to break through the siege and became a big anchor with 8 million fans on Star Network.
The number of fans is actually not important to him, because he does not accept advertisements and does not plan to make money from it.
Just for fun.
Everyone likes to listen to his calm analysis of the battle situation and also likes to see how he can handle the battle with ease in the hail of bullets.
"The last poison circle, there's only one team left. At the window, oh, I saw—"
The male insect's voice was steady with a hint of levity, revealing a nonchalant and carefree air. No matter how tense the situation was, he could always control the overall situation calmly.
His tone was lazy, but the gun in his hand was no joke.
One bullet is bound to take out a player.
The moment Xirui set up the sniper rifle in the game, the entire live broadcast room seemed to fall into a brief silence.
The audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for the crisp gunshot.
"Bang--"
The gunshot rang out, cleanly and neatly, without a trace of hesitation.
[Did you hit it? Did you hit it? Was there anyone on the other side just now? Where were you hitting?!]
[What's going on, family? I didn't even see anyone, and the game is over...]
I suspect we're not watching the same screen...
Then, the game's mechanical sound prompts:
"Congratulations C, you've successfully killed Bleed and Team 28. The game is over—!"
There were a total of fifty individual teams. As the poison circle shrank smaller and smaller, the battlefield was compressed between two houses.
There was a sheltered lawn below. Xirui had just been hiding in the haystack, while Bleed was hiding in the upstairs window, without sticking his head out, only the barrel of a gun was exposed.
When sniping, it is a disadvantage to attack from below, but this small disadvantage is not worth mentioning for Xirui.
From the very beginning, Xirui's accuracy was particularly good, especially when sniping, his vision was amazingly sharp.
It seems like he was born for sniping.
One shot broke the level three helmet and shot him in the head. Bleed might still be looking for Xirui, but he was shot in the head before he found him. He didn't even have time to react.
A clean and beautiful kill.
The barrage instantly exploded:
[Holy crap! This sniper is amazing!]
[With such a narrow field of view, he still managed to get a headshot. God C is truly invincible!]
[Bleed must have been stunned. He disappeared without even seeing anyone. Hahaha!]
[This operation, this awareness, is absolutely amazing!]
[……]
Xirui glanced at the barrage, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his tone still lazy:
"Excuse me, my hands are unfamiliar."
There was a nonchalance in his voice, as if the stunning shot just now was just a casual one and not worth mentioning at all.
The audience in the live broadcast room was already excited, and they all started to send "666" and "C God is awesome".
Although Xirui never shows his face and doesn't accept gifts, his skills and style are impossible to ignore.
Pure and powerful,
Anyone who wants to learn technology can come and watch his screen recordings and operations.
But it is too difficult to learn. I don’t know whether to call it a technique or intuition. Maybe Xirui’s gaming is more of an intuitive reflex.
[C-God, do you want to play duo queue with me? Please!]
[Ahhh, if something like this happens, it's upstairs' turn?! Let me do it! Let me do it! No need to crowd!]
The comments scrolled wildly, and the audience cheered, hoping to play duo with Xirui.
Xirui glanced at the screen, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his tone was light but with unquestionable firmness:
"No, I don't play duo."
The live broadcast room was suddenly filled with wailing:
[Why, wow wow—]
[Sad.]
[Wow! God C is so cold!]
[Please, just once! Even just once!]
Xirui looked at the barrage and chuckled.
"because,"
He paused, as if he suddenly thought of something, then shook his head, like a long sigh.
"Because I promised, I have a...only comrade, oh no, best friend."
"We haven't even had time to play games together."
Memories always come unexpectedly like a throbbing pain, and Xirui's thoughts were pulled back at this moment.
Those golden eyes, like the sun in ancient mythology, are tender, but also sharp, revealing bloodshed and wind and rain.
One time, that person got drunk. Although he couldn't drink and was a very reserved person, he smiled and said to Xirui:
"Cerie, I will conquer all thirty-seven star systems, ascend the throne, wear the crown, and I... will become a true king."
Xirui remembered how he responded at that time - "Crown? That's not important. In my heart, you have already been the real king."
The dream is hazy, like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.
Sometimes he really couldn't tell whether it was fantasy or reality.
So true.
How could there be such a real dream?
Xirui closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the chaotic memories back into his heart.
Xirui just said that casually, but the audience in the live broadcast room smelled something unusual from it.
The live broadcast room was silent for a moment, and then the comments started to swipe again:
[My only best friend? Who is that?!]
[God C actually has such a story?!]
[Gossip please! Details please!]
[Wow, if I can’t eat C-god, I’d be fine if I could just have a bite of CP food!]
Xirui didn't say anything more, but just changed the subject lightly:
"Okay, we can still play two more games today."
Sudden,
The terminal on Xirui's wrist vibrated - there was a call.
He glanced down at the screen and saw the caller ID was "Jin Baopi who is out having fun" - this was the note Xirui had made for Mr. Jin out of impulsiveness.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Damn it, Mr. Jin really knows how to pick the time.
I give in.
Evil capitalists!
Although he cursed President Jin a thousand times in his heart, Xirui said to the microphone:
"Sorry everyone, I have something urgent to do today. We will do the live broadcast next time."
The barrage instantly exploded:
[Huh? It's coming down right now?!]
[No, God C! Let’s play again!]
[Whose phone is this?! !]
[Wow, my source of happiness is gone...]
Xirui ignored the wailing of the barrage and simply closed the live broadcast.
The screen went black in an instant. He stood up, stretched, and then answered the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Jin,"
Xirui's voice still carried that nonchalant energy. He leaned lazily against the window, his eyes casually sweeping across the street below.
"Aren't you on your honeymoon on the secondary planet? Why did you think of me?"
Ever since President Jin and the Second Prince went to the secondary star together, Xirui was like Sun Wukong without the Five Finger Mountain pressing down on his head, completely letting himself go.
Life is so carefree and comfortable.
He can go to work whenever he wants and work whenever he wants.
What's more, there are no tasks yet.
This feeling of freedom is simply amazing.
Mr. Jin's low voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone calm:
"I have something important to discuss with you. Do you still remember the contract we signed?"
When Xirui heard this, his scalp suddenly tightened and his tone froze:
"...No, isn't it the weekend? Talking about work hurts our feelings!"
President Jin was not moved at all and continued:
"If you get a chance later, please congratulate Ian on the success of the YH potion. However, I'm a bit tied up here. Sorry, I didn't make it back in time for the press conference."
"Now Xingzhou is also preparing to join the ranks of promoting the medicine. Do you remember the contract you signed before that said you would participate in publicity?"
Xirui's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he was indeed a jinx, saying there was no mission, but now the mission had come.
"I remember, I remember. How could I not remember this? My memory is not that bad."
President Jin's voice came over the phone:
"There are four major families native to the main star, and their power is stubborn."
"They have their own survival system, and even a royal decree would be difficult to implement. Moreover, His Majesty's health has been deteriorating since he came in, and the major families are becoming increasingly restless."
"Regarding the promotion of the YH potion, the Wendy family was the first to offer an olive branch, and the Morris family is also willing to cooperate. Now the remaining ones are Earl Link and the Obedi family."
Xirui was confused and couldn't help interrupting:
"Uh, I know, but what does this have to do with my contract and publicity?"
President Jin said calmly, "There will be a promotional dinner at the royal court tomorrow. Ian and His Highness will also be there."
Now that Her Highness is in the second trimester of pregnancy, Ian is being protected like the apple of her eye.
His Highness has already postponed most of the interviews and meetings in public. The fact that he will also appear at this promotional dinner is enough to show the importance of this dinner.
Xirui: “Ah, so?”
President Jin: "So, you should come with us and take care of the Obeidi family."
Xirui's eyes widened immediately, and his tone was filled with disbelief:
"Me? No... man, isn't this mission a bit over the top?"
"If they really don't want to cooperate, can I really put a gun to their head and force them to cooperate?"
Mr. Jin was very concise: "Yes."
Xirui: "Hmm??? What are you saying? Do you really want to do this?"
President Jin's voice remained calm, as if he was discussing something perfectly normal:
"You will be in charge of the negotiations."
"Your Highness has several of Obedi's mining lines in his hands, and the Rhine Group also has a weak spot in Obedi."
"If you can't even come to an agreement on this, then you can point a gun at the head of Obeidi's family and force him to sign the promotion contract."
"YH Pharmacy needs to increase its promotion immediately. This is an opportunity that cannot be missed."
Xirui was simply stunned by this negotiation behavior full of martial virtue:
"Boss Jin, Xingzhou is truly...awesome! I didn't just sign a promotional contract; I signed a contract for violence."
"Besides, you must have planned this a long time ago. You even timed the promotion of the medicine perfectly. Seriously, it's amazing."
But come to think of it, President Jin and Ian had already started working on the potion, and both of them were a little obsessive-compulsive and had to complete certain tasks before a certain time period.
Thinking about it this way, it seems that this arrangement is very reasonable.
On the other end of the phone, President Jin seemed to chuckle, and then his tone returned to seriousness:
"The detailed documents will be sent to you later. There will be a banquet at the royal court tomorrow evening at 7 o'clock. Don't be late."
After saying that, he hung up the phone neatly.
Xirui looked at the terminal on his wrist, shook his head helplessly, and said to himself:
"Well, the leisurely days are over, and it's time to get back to work."
Isn’t it strange? We are all human beings, so why is there such a big difference between people?
Mr. Jin was probably enjoying his honeymoon with great affection, but a phone call woke Xirui up and made him start working.
Why.
It's not hard work, but a hard life.
But looking at this large flat in the most prosperous area of the main star, as well as the warehouse of guns and various cool aircraft left by President Jin.
Just bear with it!
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