Chapter 51: An Unconventional Way to Block the Bridge
Hearing Yao Cheng’s words, Yang Hao’s face darkened. If the audience could catch the implication, how could he not? This guy claimed to be scouting the enemy, but in reality, wasn’t he just itching to ride his motorcycle and fool around?
Naturally, Yang Hao rejected Yao Cheng’s proposal.
“How about we block the bridge?” Unable to indulge himself, Yao Cheng came up with another plan, suddenly suggesting it again.
Yang Hao considered it and found the idea appealing. Given the current situation, the upcoming safe zones would likely shrink toward the airport, meaning those fleeing the poison would probably try to cross the bridge. If they set up a toll booth ahead of time, even if the safe zone didn’t end up at the airport, they wouldn’t lose much.
After consulting Lin Zijin and Zhu Ziyuan, the decision to block the bridge was quickly approved.
The moment Yang Hao and his team announced their intention to block the bridge, the livestream audience erupted in excitement. Besides the thrill of a headshot, what they loved most was stirring things up.
At once, the chat filled with enthusiastic voices:
“Let’s do it! Block the bridge!”
“The toll booth is open at the bridgehead—service staff wanted.”
“Hehehe, take it slow, everyone. Pay first, then cross one at a time!”
“Bridge-blocking squad—I love it!”
Amid this fervor, Yang Hao and his group searched nearby for a jeep, preparing to head toward the western bridge.
As they looked for Yao Cheng, a distant roar suddenly caught their attention—a young man, or rather, a youth chasing the wind, sped toward them.
“Let’s go!”
The two-wheeled motorcycle raced forward, arriving before them in the blink of an eye. It came to a sudden stop, just ahead of their vehicle, left behind two words, and sped off again.
Witnessing this scene, many minds flashed to the image of a certain youth: astride his motorcycle, a breeze tousling his hair, he tossed his head, donned a stylish helmet, and with the thunder of the engine, left behind a dashing silhouette in their world.
The wind-chasing youth had returned.
Seeing Yao Cheng appear once more on a motorcycle, many viewers felt the same thought surge within them.
“Awesome! Salute to the wind-chaser!”
“You don’t understand the world of the wind-chasers!”
“So cool, I envy him so much—I want to start a game myself!”
“I suddenly feel the urge—not to fight or kill, but to ride a motorcycle through that world I long for, journeying ahead!”
“And also, circling the map, gathering a pile of airdrop loot for my teammates, then departing in style under their astonished gazes.”
“Just imagining it gets me excited…”
Clearly, Yao Cheng’s antics awakened a certain nostalgia in them.
Compared to the longing audience, Yang Hao was utterly unfazed by Yao Cheng’s behavior—he’d seen this scene so many times. Watching Yao Cheng speeding ahead, Zhu Ziyuan quickly started the jeep and followed behind.
But when Yang Hao saw Yao Cheng pull off a 360-degree spin and land smoothly before them, he couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
That guy was showing off again.
The livestream chat soon erupted in fresh amazement.
Before long, the speeding motorcycle vanished from sight, and amidst the audience’s disappointment, Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
In this game, a two-wheeled motorcycle was clearly faster than the four-wheeled jeep.
When they reached the bridgehead, Yao Cheng, who had left earlier, was already there waiting.
However—
Yang Hao noticed Yao Cheng had parked his motorcycle by the riverside and was sitting atop it, staring motionlessly at the flowing water like a poet contemplating life. Yang Hao couldn’t help but want to roast him.
He remembered the first time he saw Yao Cheng do this, he’d gone up to ask, only to be hit by Yao Cheng’s thunderous reply.
The conversation went like this:
Yang Hao: What are you doing?
Yao Cheng: I’m contemplating life.
Yang Hao: …
Yao Cheng: Do you know where this river comes from?
Yang Hao: …
Yao Cheng: Where is it headed?
Yao Cheng: Who are we?
Yao Cheng: Where did we come from?
Yao Cheng: Where are we going?
Yao Cheng: What’s the point of playing this game?
Yao Cheng: What’s the meaning of this world…
Yang Hao: …
…
From then on, whenever Yao Cheng spaced out in-game, Yang Hao absolutely refused to talk to him—he’d rather let him die in the poison zone than engage. Because you never knew what bizarre philosophical question Yao Cheng might throw out next.
Fortunately, this time Yao Cheng didn’t act up, and after Yang Hao and the other two arrived, he rode his motorcycle onto the bridge to join them.
At this point, the area around the bridge was deserted—apart from Yang Hao and his group, hardly anyone would be here so early to block the bridge.
“You wait here for a bit, we’re heading out.”
After instructing Lin Zijin, Yang Hao hopped into Zhu Zi’an’s jeep and brought Yao Cheng along as they left.
This time, the motorcycle-loving Yao Cheng surprisingly didn’t ride his signature vehicle.
Lin Zijin was momentarily stunned by this.
The livestream audience, meanwhile, was dumbfounded.
“What the heck, is the Trickster ditching the goddess?”
“What about blocking the bridge? You three are liars!”
“Just leaving the goddess alone—do you guys have any shame?”
“Shame on you, seriously!”
“Hah, my goddess doesn’t need their protection—if anything, she should protect them!”
“That’s true…”
Watching Yang Hao and the other two drive away, the chat was full of banter.
Barely a minute later, several car engines sounded in the distance, and the audience suddenly tensed.
“Enemies incoming?”
“Damn, enemy attack!”
“Is it going to be bad? Someone’s here already and the Trickster’s team isn’t around.”
“The goddess alone—she might not be able to handle it.”
“No, no, it’s the Trickster’s team!”
“Yeah, plus the wind-chasing youth!”
The chat’s mood shifted, and when they realized the approaching vehicles belonged to Yang Hao’s group, they all relaxed.
Moments later, as Yang Hao and his teammates arrived, each in their own vehicle, some viewers were still puzzled.
But when they saw the trio’s next actions, some started to catch on.
“Damn, are they really this slick?”
“I’ve never seen anyone block a bridge like this before!”
“As expected from the Trickster—his thinking is always unique!”
“I’m learning, I’m learning—quick, write this down!”
“Hehehe, what a clever trick!”