Ah, it looks like Tang Chen might have noticed?
Yin Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
Zong Cheng quickly noticed his expression.
What was Yin Chen looking at?
“Nothing, the match is about to start, let’s just watch quietly, okay?”
Yin Chen smiled, letting his fingers rest casually on top of Zong Cheng’s hand.
The simple touch immediately captured Zong Cheng’s full attention.
Yin Chen’s hand was smaller, with distinct knuckles, and the palm soft and springy—like the padded paw of a cat.
Zong Cheng glanced around, then slowly flipped his hand palm up, gently relaxing his fingers.
Yin Chen’s fingers naturally intertwined with his.
Though there was no force, their fingers were locked together.
Zong Cheng felt completely satisfied.
Only then did he lift his head to watch the match.
Just this gesture was enough to satisfy him?
Truly timid, yet adorable.
Yin Chen’s eyes curved in a silent smile as he kept the same posture, eyes fixed on the giant screen.
On the screen, both champion-contending teams were being showcased.
Additionally, two teams competing for third place were also shown briefly.
Occasionally, the camera swept across the audience.
Hmm?
Yin Chen’s sharp eyes suddenly caught a familiar figure in the camera sweep.
Wasn’t that San Yue’s younger sister, Yuan Miao Miao?
He instinctively scanned the audience seats.
His expression gradually froze.
Good grief.
Around Yuan Miao Miao, there were about twenty girls.
Though most were not as visually striking as her, they had all taken care to dress up!
When a group of carefully dressed girls stood together, their presence multiplied—almost seventy to eighty percent impact!
Moreover, they all wore coordinated pink-and-white fan outfits under Yuan Miao Miao’s organization.
And most importantly!
On their heads were heart-shaped light-up headbands, each displaying their favorite BZ team member’s ID.
Yin Chen silently glanced toward the DCC team’s audience.
All men.
Ah, this?
Yin Chen couldn’t help but feel a flash of sympathy for DCC.
A little pitiful.
On stage, the commentator noticed this scene and chuckled.
“Looks like BZ really is the dark horse team—so many female fans came to cheer. DCC, on the other hand, probably favors a more rugged style, so mostly male fans?”
The DCC team members suddenly looked up, confused.
Why?
Why are they all gamers, and you have girls?
And the girls are actually good-looking!
Why!
In an instant, the DCC members’ eyes burned with a collective fiery determination.
At the front, San Yue immediately felt this deadly gaze.
He looked both innocent and bewildered.
What’s happening?
Yuan Miao Miao saw this and panicked.
The DCC guys—how shameless—they were all targeting her brother?!
She took a deep breath, turning to her friend.
“Rou Rou, can I borrow your headband?”
Her friend Rou Rou complied, though a bit puzzled.
“Miao Miao, didn’t you say you liked all of BZ? Why do you need my headband?”
Yuan Miao Miao glanced at the headband.
Good grief! This thing is so embarrassing!
But! For her brother, she could not lose.
Resolutely, she put on the headband, face full of determination.
“Didn’t you see DCC targeting Captain San Yue? I have to cheer him on!”
With that, she drew a deep breath, concentrating all her energy.
“San Yue! San Yue! You’re the coolest! Go get that championship!”
The audience was stunned.
Next moment, the DCC team members collectively groaned.
San Yue, the quiet type, actually had such a top-tier girl rooting for him???
This is unreal.
They gnashed their teeth in frustration, glaring at their own fan section.
The DCC fans seemed shaken by the intense gazes and began stirring together.
Even the commentator noticed the commotion.
“DCC’s fans seem intimidated by BZ’s cheering squad—are they planning something in response?”
No sooner had he said that than the DCC fans pulled out a two-meter-long light board.
The camera captured it perfectly.
Commentator: “Oh? Looks like DCC fans are countering BZ’s support with their own light board?”
The DCC team members watched eagerly.
The black board suddenly lit up!
【Girl, girl, I love you. What’s your number? I’m waiting!】
“Pfffft hahahahahaha!”
Yin Chen burst out laughing, clutching Zong Cheng’s fingers and collapsing into his chest.
Were the DCC fans spies? They must be spies!
Zong Cheng hurriedly held him close, lips twitching.
Even he hadn’t expected events to unfold this way.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The commentator struggled to speak, finally squeezing out,
“Wow, DCC’s fans… really something…”
DCC’s members were internally seething.
Fans? This is called fans?
Screw that!
The match officially began. DCC members lowered their heads.
Damn it!
Damn BZ!
Especially that San Yue! Kill him!
The map randomly selected was a desert map, suitable for long-range sniping.
With twenty-five teams aiming to survive, everyone chose drop points different from each other.
DCC landed near the center of the map.
Clearly, they were stimulated enough to want to immediately boost their team and take the lead.
BZ, led by San Yue, jumped to a corner on the edge.
“We play steady. On the desert map, only Zuo’s sniper is strong. First, secure supplies,” San Yue instructed.
Zhang Tai Ning and Tang Chen nodded, no objections.
“San Yue is really steady.”
Yin Chen began to guess San Yue’s strategy.
Zong Cheng glanced at him and asked in a low voice,
“How so?”
Yin Chen squeezed his hand and explained.
“San Yue is an all-rounder. But Zuo and Tang Chen are pure assault types; on this map, they rely on vehicle combat. So I guess San Yue’s plan is to secure supplies first, then push forward.”
Zong Cheng watched the screen for a while and nodded in agreement.
But…
He secretly looked at Yin Chen.
He remembered when Yin Chen first started gaming—completely clueless.
Now?
Watching him enjoy analyzing team tactics, Zong Cheng couldn’t help but feel moved.
Yin Chen really loves this game.
San Yue’s cautious approach strengthened BZ.
Zuo grabbed an M24 with a six-times scope, and they encountered enemy teams.
Zuo had already spotted a high point, taking mid-range headshots from a warehouse rooftop.
Tang Chen shouted, “Zuo, nice!”
Zhang Tai Ning nudged him.
“Call P… call what? Go, push.”
Tang Chen chuckled, moving in sync with his teammate.
The target dropped, two smoke grenades appeared.
A figure dashed from behind a hill into the smoke.
Tang Chen was readying a grenade when he heard footsteps ahead.
He immediately confronted the opponent.
“They pushed so fast! Already rushing up!”
The opponent fell mid-battle.
Zhang Tai Ning’s direction also echoed gunfire, taking another down.
Just as they were pushing forward, a grenade exploded.
Four green smoke plumes rose.
【BZ—San Yue eliminated…】
Tang Chen: “Nice!”
Zhang Tai Ning: “Good job, captain!”
Zuo: “Well done.”
San Yue’s cheeks flushed slightly.
“Smoke up, loot quickly, we’re moving points.”
Gunfights had occurred here, so nearby teams would scout. The safe zone was about to shift; they needed to relocate.
The third safe zone appeared. Only thirteen teams remained, two with just one player.
Even DCC lost a member but held a central position.
BZ, unfortunately, faced a full team blocking their path, with a solo player constantly sniping.
San Yue thought for two seconds.
“Zhang Tai Ning, handle the solo. Zuo, find a good sniper spot.”
He was annoyed by the constant sniping.
Zhang Tai Ning replied “OK” and went back.
Zuo changed positions multiple times, a bit frustrated.
“Our position is disadvantaged. Unless they expose themselves, we’re passive.”
“Then we push in.”
San Yue sighed internally and decided.
The safe zone was imminent—they couldn’t slowly snipe.
Zhang Tai Ning spoke up.
“You drive the car, don’t worry about me, I’m good on meds.”
San Yue nodded.
“Get ready, we push the zone.”
The enemy had positional advantage and disadvantage. Driving could slightly avoid their line of sight, minimizing damage.
“This San Yue is bold.”
Yin Chen watched BZ get in the car, heading into the safe zone—slightly surprised.
He thought San Yue would be cautious.
He complimented: “Good. He really fits as a captain.”
Bold in retreat, bold in advance.
Zong Cheng’s ears perked.
He glanced at the screen and then at Yin Chen, full of admiration.
He subtly squeezed Yin Chen’s hand.
“Hmm?”
Yin Chen instinctively looked over.
“What is it?”
Zong Cheng looked at him seriously.
“I’m playing well too.”
Huh?
Yin Chen paused for a second, then smiled.
A sour, lemony little tease.
Not bad—not bad at all. Only you under the lemon tree.
Yin Chen’s eyes curved in a smile.
He lightly scratched Zong Cheng’s palm.
“Of course I know you’re good—I taught you that top account, didn’t I?”
He paused, then added,
“And isn’t this already known online? ‘I’m also a CEO’ little guy.”
Zong Cheng froze.
He quietly looked away, ears burning as usual.