Picking Up Fragments

The debate continued until the evening.

"Alright, everyone calm down. I uploaded this person's account to the monitoring station this afternoon, and they've replied now."

In the live stream, Weishen opened the reply email from the Fengxun Technical Station. In front of millions of netizens, the email astonishingly read: "Account shows no abnormalities."

"Wow, this guy really seems fine, huh?" Xiao Xingmu stood beside Weishen, somewhat dumbfounded.

Weishen nodded, muttering, "I never thought he had an issue from the start. Now that I've checked, turns out he's a super skilled sniper."

Yongyuan, standing nearby, marveled, "His sniping skills are even better than Gusun's."

"Enough about this Gusun. Let's try contacting this account and see if we can recruit them to our team. We happen to need a sniper," Weishen focused on the ID "Ming," a fire igniting in his eyes.

This year's PCI is about to start, and their team needs a stronger player injection. PCI is as important to PUBG as the Worlds are to League of Legends.

...

The next day, Jiang Siming arrived at the office as usual, but Wang Jun, Zhou Qiang, and Yuan Bing were late. They'd pulled an all-nighter playing PUBG and woke up late.

They were unfortunate enough to be caught by the district manager, who gave them a scolding.

However, Wang Jun shifted the blame onto Jiang Siming, claiming that Jiang had taken them out drinking last night, causing their tardiness.

"Little Jiang, cover for us during lunch, I'll treat you. Otherwise, you know the consequences," Wang Jun whispered to Jiang Siming.

Wang Jun often made things difficult for Jiang Siming because his pretty girlfriend previously shown a strong interest in Jiang Siming, causing him to feel jealous.

"Reporting to the general manager!"

Jiang Siming stood up in solidarity. Wang Jun's face lit up with a smug smile, but the next moment, his expression froze.

"Report, I didn't take Mr. Wang out for drinks last night. They stayed up all night gaming and were late by themselves. It's not my fault!"

"Jiang Siming, are you looking for trouble?"

Wang Jun's lips twitched, his eyes filled with malice.

But Jiang Siming wasn't fazed; he had no desire to continue. He'd tolerated things before out of necessity but was now standing tall, bolstered by the game fragments he'd acquired. Why endure such injustice?

In reality, despite years of struggling in society, Jiang Siming's character had never changed. He had merely suppressed his edges for the sake of survival.

"I don't want to continue working here. I'm reporting Manager Wang Jun and Zhou Qiang and Yuan Bing's behaviors and actions in the subsidiary over the past six months to the general manager."

Jiang Siming stood up, placed the resignation letter prepared long ago on the table, and left confidently without a glance at them.

The district manager wanted to retain him, but Jiang Siming insisted on leaving. Frustrated, the manager vented his anger on Wang Jun and the others.

Returning home, Jiang Siming felt a wave of relief. Shortly after arriving, he received a delivery—a set of computer equipment he'd ordered the night before had arrived that morning.

Starting today, his mission and goal were to fulfill his lifelong dream with the help of PUBG.

Having previously worked at an electronics store, Jiang Siming quickly set up the computer. He downloaded the system, updated drivers, debugged the computer, and downloaded games—all done within the morning.

The computer was of moderate configuration, costing 5000 Credits. Despite earning 15,000 Credits from PUBG the day before, Jiang Siming refrained from spending too much for now.

The family conditions weren't great—his parents' health wasn't good, and he had a younger sister in junior high school. The family's burden was quite heavy.

Otherwise, Jiang Siming wouldn't have succumbed so easily to societal pressure.

For now, he pushed aside these thoughts and logged back into the game. Jiang Siming decisively selected a solo game.

His self-configured computer felt much better than the ones at the internet cafe.

"Fragments, fragments, I want fragments!"

Amid his chatter, Jiang Siming entered the game and immediately parachuted after the plane took off.

From the sky, Jiang Siming could overlook the entire map. If there were fragments refreshed, he could spot them from above.

"There it is!"

Excitedly, Jiang Siming noticed a white light in a peripheral area of the map—a wilderness point.

Spawned fragments like this were hard to come by. After dozens of games, one might not encounter one. Yet today, the first game yielded such luck—an auspicious start!

Ecstatic, Jiang Siming flew down toward the wilderness point.

Meanwhile, in the live stream room of Douyu, another popular female streamer, known as Dumb Little Sister, who had earlier ascended as the top PUBG female streamer on the platform, exuded an active atmosphere.

"Today, I'm on fire! Wasn't my control of the M4 amazing just now? Let me tell you, I just secured sixth place, and this time, I'm going for the chicken dinner!"

In the streaming room, through the camera, a beautiful girl who appeared innocent was speaking confidently.

Who could have imagined that this sweet and innocent-looking girl was actually a complete tomboy, often embodying a strong masculine vibe? Sometimes she pretended to be cute and flirtatious, which led her fans to jokingly call her "old lady," "coquettish queen," "Douyu's top stewardess"...

Regarding her 'untrue comments,' netizens didn't believe her at all.

"You win chicken, I'll eat poop. Promise."

"How did you get sixth place without any skills? A cowardly play!"

"Are you and Little Tuantuan besties? Both blowing hot air."

"Let's have a betting match, and I'll make you cry!"

Seeing these comments, Dumb Little Sister felt a pang in her chest.

"Alright! Alright! Don't regret it, everyone! Bets are closed!" Dumb Little Sister angrily closed the bets.

Looking at the betting results, she had received 5000 fish balls for her chicken victory, while over 600,000 fish balls were wagered against her.

If she lost this round, she'd be cleaned out.