Chapter 124: The Sound That Shattered the Calm (Third Update!)

The viewers watching the livestream were eager to know what had happened just now, but another battle was currently underway. Cutting away to show it directly at a time like this was clearly unrealistic.

If they really did that, the move might be exploited by people with ulterior motives and end up causing controversy.

Earlier, the director had occasionally given Lin Zijin a few shots, and there was nothing wrong with that. After all, considering Lin Zijin’s popularity, she was worth showing.

But now, with another battle reaching its critical stage, switching the camera over to Lin Zijin would clearly displease some viewers.

Lin Zijin had plenty of supporters, certainly, but that did not mean every single viewer was one of them.

Making such a move while another battle was raging would invite a great deal of criticism and might even cause people to question the fairness of the event.

Once a competition—even one that was not an official professional match—lost the audience’s trust, controversy would inevitably follow it everywhere.

Fortunately, the director in charge of the livestream was quite clever. He immediately cut a small window into the broadcast, synchronizing the situation of Lin Zijin and Yang Hao with the main feed.

The curious viewers naturally saw the predicament Lin Zijin and Yang Hao were in. When they noticed the motorcycle lying on the ground and Lin Zijin, whose health was already low, crouched beside Yang Hao to revive him, they finally saw it clearly.

Hustler Bro had gone down again.

Thinking of the notification that had appeared during the broadcast moments ago, and recalling that something similar had happened not long before, the viewers seemed to have discovered the truth.

“Pfft. Female drivers are terrifying!”

“Even goddesses aren’t exempt.”

“This has to be a coincidence, right…? Uh, actually, I’m not so sure…”

“Emmmm, I suddenly feel that next time I drive, I’d better do it myself.”

“Let’s feel sorry for Hustler Bro for three seconds!”

Because of this scene, even the viewers who had previously been completely confident in Lin Zijin began to doubt her driving skills.

There was no helping it. She had taken Hustler Bro straight into trouble twice in a row. Even if they wanted to defend their goddess, they could hardly bring themselves to speak.

Facts spoke louder than words.

Faced with such undeniable evidence, all they could do was silently pity Yang Hao before calming their hearts, which had never been stirred all that much in the first place.

The match continued, and after giving Lin Zijin and Yang Hao their brief appearance, the livestream returned to normal.

After helping Yang Hao up from the ground, Lin Zijin and Yang Hao both began using medical supplies, restoring their health. They each drank two bottles of energy drink before finally stopping.

It had to be said that although Yang Hao had overturned just now, his luck was still fairly good.

When he fell, Lin Zijin had only just driven the motorcycle out of the danger zone. If Yang Hao had gone down inside the zone, then even if Lin Zijin had wanted to revive him, she might not have been able to do so.

In any case, this was no longer the first wave of the zone.

In the game, when Lin Zijin saw that Yang Hao’s health had returned to full, she felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, because of her, Yang Hao had already been injured by her twice.

Lin Zijin’s driving skills were not actually poor. As a former professional player, she possessed extremely strong control and reflexes, not to mention tremendous hand speed. Operating any vehicle in the game posed no problem for her.

The key point was that although Lin Zijin’s driving was impressive, she was still somewhat inferior to Yang Hao, who often spent time fooling around with Yao Cheng.

Motorcycles in particular were vehicles steeped in mysticism. They could no longer be explained by science and technique alone.

Mastering difficult motorcycle-racing techniques was not hard for Lin Zijin.

But playing with a motorcycle in a hundred different ways, as Yang Hao and Yao Cheng did, was another matter entirely.

Even Lin Zijin could only admire them.

In many respects, she was undeniably powerful, but she was not without flaws.

As an esports legend, she too had weaknesses. It was simply that her overwhelming ability had concealed them.

Playing to one’s strengths and avoiding one’s weaknesses was not a difficult principle to understand. Yet those who could truly accomplish it—and do so perfectly—were pitifully few.

Earlier, when Yang Hao had shown her the mystical secrets of motorcycle riding, Lin Zijin had tried it herself and gradually become fascinated by the sensation.

Clearly, it was the first time she had developed an interest in a vehicle as mysterious as a motorcycle.

Lin Zijin was like a child who had received a new toy, gradually falling in love with motorcycles.

This was why people said that a woman’s curiosity was the most terrifying thing in the world.

Now, watching Lin Zijin silently ride the motorcycle back to his side once more, Yang Hao felt a chill creep over him.

Damn it. Surely it wouldn’t happen a third time?

If the same thing happened three times in a single match, Yang Hao would truly feel that, with luck like his, he might as well go buy stocks.

And yet, based on what had happened the first two times, Yang Hao felt that the third incident might arrive sooner rather than later.

“Get on!”

Faced with Lin Zijin’s unmistakably commanding tone, Yang Hao had no choice but to climb onto the back of the motorcycle, even with his legs trembling.

If he had to die, he would rather die at the hands of his own wife.

Everything for his wife.

Even death would be worth it!

The moment he sat on the motorcycle, Yang Hao’s heart filled with the resolve of a warrior marching toward certain death.

If anyone else had known what he was thinking, they probably would have thrown a lump of filth at him to help him regain his senses.

It was clearly just an ordinary match, yet somehow, wherever he was concerned, it became filled with love, hate, and sorrow. Was it really necessary to make a game so dramatic?

Heh…

Yang Hao refused to answer.

It was not that he did not know the answer. He simply did not want to answer.

After all these years, he still refused to admit that deep in his heart, a trace of the chuunibyo teenager he had once been still remained.

…

Another new safe zone appeared.

At the same time as the new safe zone emerged, a brand-new supply drop drifted down from the sky as the plane disappeared into the distance.

As the safe zone continued to shrink, the number of players remaining on the map steadily decreased, but the chances of encountering one another increased instead.

The appearance of this supply drop clearly attracted the attention of quite a few people nearby.

But even after seeing that it had landed relatively close to them, no one dared to act rashly.

Everyone knew that they were certainly not the only team watching the supply drop ahead.

If someone charged forward at a time like this, being surrounded and wiped out by several other groups was entirely possible.

Whoever moved first would immediately become the target of everyone else.

Almost no one was willing to be the bird that stuck its head out.

Faced with the freshly landed supply drop, many players chose to wait and watch. Even though their hearts were itching to make a move, they could only lie obediently where they were.

Everyone nearby was watching the others like a tiger stalking its prey.

They were all waiting for someone else to move first, so they could strike afterward and take advantage of the situation.

But it seemed that everyone was thinking exactly the same thing.

And so, the surroundings fell into silence.

Even the faint gunfire that had drifted over earlier vanished in an instant.

Then, all of a sudden—

Just as the atmosphere here was growing increasingly calm, a peculiar sound gradually entered everyone’s ears.

After identifying the sudden noise, strange expressions quietly appeared on many faces. A trace of anticipation and excitement stirred in their hearts.

That sound…