Chapter 52: The True Master Behind the Wheel!
Blocking the bridge with vehicles?
To seasoned veterans of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, this tactic is nothing new. Except perhaps for a few novices, most players remained calm—a certain sense of superiority unique to the experienced.
But would Yang Hao, ever the wildcard, really follow the script as they expected?
Clearly…
They were wrong!
Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Yang Hao and his two teammates drove in the opposite direction.
By the riverside.
Yang Hao hopped out of the car and boarded a boat moored at the shore. Then, with a sudden maneuver, he ran the boat aground.
More crucially—the boat flipped over.
“What are you doing, Trickster?”
“Even picking a fight with the boat? That’s some next-level trolling.”
“Looks like after being crowned the King of Car Flips, you’ll now be known as the Master of Capsizing Boats as well.”
“I don’t get it—did this boat ever do anything to you? Did it steal your rice?”
Yang Hao’s offbeat moves left the audience utterly baffled.
The stream of banter came quite naturally.
While everyone was still roasting him, Yang Hao got back in the car. With Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan, the three vehicles lined up and pushed against the stranded boat, inching it slowly forward.
“Wait, I get it now—they’re using the yacht as a roadblock for the bridge!”
“You can actually do that?”
“This makes sense now! I knew it!”
“Hahaha, this is brilliant. With a boat this size, the bridge is practically sealed off.”
“Gonna have to try this next time!”
The audience seemed to be catching on.
But Yang Hao’s next move only deepened their confusion.
Instead of pushing the boat onto the bridge, they parked it on the road leading to the bridge, not far from the entrance, and even took the time to angle it just so.
“What now, Trickster? What’s the plan?”
“So blatant, really?”
“I get it—it’s a tactical diversion.”
“Exactly, leaving the boat here is to throw off their opponents.”
“You’re overthinking it, he just wants to show off!”
“Emmm, I thought the same.”
Once again, the audience thought they had it figured out.
Yet Yang Hao wished to tell them: in the world of the truly skilled, you understand nothing.
Ahem, a flex that no one can comprehend…
Silently, Yang Hao turned and walked toward Lin Zijing.
“Pighead, no time to explain! Get in the car!”
At that moment, as everyone mulled over their own theories, Yao Cheng’s voice rang out.
Seeing him mount a motorcycle he’d just scavenged from elsewhere, the viewers’ excitement spiked.
When their gaze shifted to Zhu Ziyuan, standing nearby, they couldn’t help but chuckle. Although Zhu Ziyuan hadn’t stolen the spotlight in recent games like Yang Hao and Yao Cheng had, it was clear to the observant that his skill was considerable.
But who would have guessed that the usually taciturn Zhu Ziyuan would have such a comical nickname?
Then, as they watched Zhu Ziyuan hop onto Yao Cheng’s motorcycle and speed off into the distance, their eyelids twitched.
Now what were they up to? If you’re going to mess around, at least do it where we can watch!
Before the audience could collect themselves, the roar of the motorcycle returned from the direction Yao Cheng had taken.
The bike drew nearer and picked up speed. As it raced toward the boat they’d left in the road’s center, everyone stared in disbelief.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the sound of wind slicing through the air.
What happened next left them dumbstruck.
Yao Cheng’s motorcycle soared into the air.
It shot skyward!
In the next instant, the motorcycle traced a beautiful arc and landed—astonishingly—on top of the bridge ahead.
Granted, Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan lost some health in the process, but nothing serious.
Instantly, the chat exploded into madness.
“What the—!”
“No way, no way, no way…”
“Sick! Insane!”
“Godlike!”
“Fireworks display!”
“The purest of skill!”
“Blessed by the gods themselves!”
“Victoria’s Secr—”
“……”
As the scene unfolded, the barrage of comments in the stream turned into a frenzy.
The sudden appearance of those two figures atop the bridge left the audience in awe.
Was it just luck?
Many wondered, but recalling all that had come before, they quickly dismissed the thought.
Nothing could top this display.
In an instant, the viewers bowed in absolute admiration to Yao Cheng’s driving skills.
A true driving god!
No, not even a driving god could pull this off!
“Master, are you taking apprentices?”
“Brother Yao, online romance? I have a loli voice!”
“Big Cannon, I’ll trade you an 8G RAM seed for just a fraction of your skill!”
“Damn, you’re my idol!”
That one stunt sent Yao Cheng’s popularity in Lin Zijing’s stream skyrocketing, bringing in a wave of new fans.
“Ahem, go!”
Seeing Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan safely atop the bridge, Yang Hao appeared before Lin Zijing on another motorcycle.
“Oh no, Trickster, what are you up to now?”
“Put that bike down, I beg you!”
“Spare the goddess—your driving skills are infamous!”
“It’s over, the Flip King is back.”
“I can’t watch, I can’t watch…”
Lin Zijing glanced at Yang Hao, then, under his expectant gaze, climbed onto the bike.
Hahaha, now that you’re on my bike, you’re mine…
Yang Hao laughed inwardly, though his voice remained composed.
“Hold on tight!”
At Yang Hao’s seemingly calm words, the audience could practically smell the swagger through the screen.
As they watched Yang Hao mimic Yao Cheng’s earlier maneuver, revving up and speeding toward the boat, many couldn’t help but squeeze their eyes shut.
They couldn’t bear to watch!
They feared the next moment would see the bike crash, taking both riders down.
Many could already picture the disaster in their minds.
How tragic!
Yet—
When a collision sound rang out, they instinctively opened their eyes.
The catastrophe they’d imagined hadn’t occurred.
On screen, the motorcycle had taken flight, spinning multiple 360-degree no-hands flips in the air before heading straight for the bridge’s top.
No crash?
When Yang Hao and Lin Zijing landed, bike and all, there was no indication of a wipeout—just a more significant drop in health.
At that moment,
Yang Hao, now at half health, stood atop the bridge gazing at the endless river before him, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.
After all, those who flip the most are the true masters behind the wheel.
-------------------
PS: A bit of fun, don’t take it too seriously! I haven’t actually tried this myself…