Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 42 - 40 Teasing Laughter_2
Chapter 42: Chapter 40 Teasing Laughter_2
Chapter 42 -40 Teasing Laughter_2
If this isn’t the big monster, what is?
Could there be a more monstrously talented being than Shu Wan?
The resurrection cooldown was up, and the two entered the battlefield once again.
This time, Shu Wan progressed even faster than before.
She could now simultaneously move and observe the enemy’s movements, accurately report positions to Fu Yang, and coordinate with him to annihilate their adversaries.
By the time of the last resurrection, Shu Wan had even become the core of the entire team.
The core of such modern games was still war strategy and gaming skill level.
For Shu Wan, her strongest suit was troop arrangement and using the terrain to her advantage to create vantage points on the battlefield.
Dodging and moving were simply too easy for her.
“You head to that corner, I’ll circle around,” Shu Wan was now taking command.
Fu Yang had intended to use this opportunity to shake off Shu Wan, but he could distinctly feel that Shu Wan was nearly playing better than him, and he couldn’t help feeling a bit resentful.
Shu Wan told him to stay in the corner, but he insisted on running out.
However, the moment Fu Yang revealed himself, he knew he shouldn’t have come out.
Because, in another blind spot, a team was lying in wait.
His appearance made him the perfect target.
A gunshot sounded, and Fu Yang was down.
Now only four teams were left on the field, including Fu Yang’s; all the other teams had no casualties.
Normally, in the final circle, the first target for everyone was the lone wolf with no teammates.
Shu Wan was right in the middle, and the other six players were slowly encircling her.
Fu Yang threw the controller to the side and carelessly placed his feet on the table, “Give it up, it’s obvious that you’re just…”
He didn’t finish his sentence when he saw Shu Wan throw a smoke grenade to the east, then she found an excellent blind spot, evading the enemies encircling from the north, and then, using the tiny gaps between crates and vehicles, she managed to avoid the ambush from the west and successfully retreated to a high ground.
Before the others could react, Shu Wan was popping them off one by one, half-dead in an instant.
The remaining opponents, intimidated by Shu Wan’s momentum and realizing they faced a master, started to retreat and looked for places to hide.
But Shu Wan wasn’t about to give them the chance.
She pinpointed the angles, and using rooftops, crates, and vehicles for cover, she kept on the move, meanwhile dealing with the remaining enemies.
Until the word “Victory” appeared on the screen, Fu Yang was still somewhat in shock.
“We won,” Shu Wan turned to look at Fu Yang.
“Luck,” Fu Yang came back to himself, eyes flashing, but stubbornly unyielding, “Surely because your Rank is too low, it lowered the level of the teammates.”
Shu Wan didn’t argue, just nodded slightly and casually picked up a book to read.
Fu Yang was expecting Shu Wan to retort, and he was somewhat disconcerted by her sudden quiet.
He glanced at Shu Wan, pursed his lips, and after a long struggle, finally couldn’t hold back, “Hey, I’m about to play War God, let me take you for another game.”
Shu Wan flipped a page in her book, coolly responding, “That was just luck.”
“…” Fu Yang was left at a loss for words, unable to catch his breath, “Fine, forget it, I’ll play by myself, you really think I need you?”
As it turned out, Fu Yang had underestimated the game’s penalty system.
It was already hard enough to play normally, but the promotion matches were hell mode.
Fu Yang played four or five rounds, not only failing to advance but also losing five in a row.
After another defeat, Fu Yang irritably rubbed his hair and flung the controller aside, “Stupid game, all garbage teammates.”
While he was ranting, he glanced over at Shu Wan.
She was still engrossed in her book, and by this time, she had read through most of it.
Fu Yang really didn’t want to ask Shu Wan for help, but anyone who had played games knew the gut-wrenching feeling after a six-game losing streak, desperate to win back.
He hesitated for a long time but finally turned to Shu Wan, “Hey, play a few more rounds with me, I’ll reluctantly admit that you’ve got some skill.”
Shu Wan remained silent.
“Do you know how many people are queuing up to play games with me?” Fu Yang’s eyebrows rose slightly with a touch of pride, “If I accept invites now, there’d be a whole string of players waiting to play with me.”
