Chapter 40

Bo He really didn't want any contact with Qin Chuan.

Whether for work, or in private.

Although she felt that the Qin Chuan in the elevator was a little cute, that kind of cuteness could only be admired from a distance, not trifled with.

Just like watching lions in Africa, you can't just get out of the car to pet one because you think it's beautiful. A lazy lion might roll over, showing its belly, looking innocent and pure as if waiting for you to come have a heart-to-heart, but it could also flip over at any moment, pounce on you, and treat you as a delicious dinner.

What's more, Qin Chuan's impression on Bo He was not very good at all.

This boss was so strict and demanding at work that he was almost unreasonable. Fortunately, he was also generous, never stingy with employee benefits. Even she had received a sizable bonus this month for helping a colleague on the island.

But on the other hand, a few previous unpleasant experiences had also made Bo He choose to stay away.

When her in-game disciple said the boss might be interested in her, Bo He's first reaction was "how is that possible," and her second was to laugh: with a personality as narcissistic and high-standard as Qin Chuan's, if he ever truly fell for someone, that person would have to be a robot.

Clutching the slip of paper from the draw, faced with her colleagues' jokes and blessings—some sincere, some perfunctory—Bo He could only bite the bullet and go find Qin Chuan.

During the lunch break, Boss Qin was in his office, sitting upright in a posture that inspired diligence and made one instinctively start reflecting on their own slackness.

"You're teaming up with me for duo queue?" Qin Chuan looked up, a puzzled expression on his face.

Bo He said, "Actually, my skills in the battle royale game are really bad. I'm just doing this to answer the company's call. How about you draw a new teammate?"

Qin Chuan said "Oh." "Since we're playing a game, we have to follow the rules. It's fine, I just started playing recently too. Tonight, if you're not working overtime, we can use the time after work to play some duos and build our synergy."

Bo He: "I have to work overtime tonight."

Qin Chuan: "Then I'll wait for you to finish."

Bo He: ...

Qin Chuan: "Even though you're not thinking about placing, giving it your all is the greatest respect for your partner and your opponents. We can practice a little in our spare time, and whatever the final result, as long as we do our best, it's fine."

Bo He thought to herself, Is it too late to withdraw my registration?

Qin Chuan: "What do you think?"

Bo He: "...It's fine."

This was perhaps the day Bo He looked forward to the end of the workday the least.

She wished the document she was working on would never be finished, and the clock would forever stay stuck on the 59th minute.

However, when six o'clock arrived on the dot and everyone was packing up to leave, she had to take her phone to the boss's office to continue her "overtime."

Qin Chuan was a little surprised to see her. "Didn't you say you had to work overtime?"

Bo He's attitude was sincere. "I finished early."

She had already figured it out. Rather than dragging things out until eight or nine o'clock and still having to deal with the boss, it was better to get it over with quickly.

Qin Chuan didn't suspect a thing. He closed his laptop, took out his phone, and opened the battle royale game.

In Qin Chuan's plan, things were supposed to unfold like this—

He and Bo He would open the game, see each other's game accounts, and Bo He would have a sudden realization, utterly shocked. But since neither of them knew, it would be just as the saying goes: fate brings people together from a thousand miles away.

During their duo games, the two would grow more and more in sync, feeling as if they should have met sooner. He would take the opportunity to take Bo He home, go out for dinner along the way, and their feelings would gradually blossom, coming to a natural fruition.

After all, with the foundation of their deep bond from the game, who could say it wasn't a destined fate?

But, the reality was—

Qin Chuan logged into his WeChat-linked game account. It was a brand new account that had almost never been used, and his battle royale game rank was stuck at the lowest level, Bronze.

Looking at Bo He, she also had a new account, so new that even her entire outfit was the system default, screaming "I am a smurf account" from top to bottom.

The two stared at each other.

Both of Bo He's eyes radiated sincerity and honesty.

"Boss Qin, I've only played a few times, and my skills are terrible. Please don't hold it against me."

Qin Chuan thought to himself, I'd have to be a fool to believe you.

"It's fine, me too. Let's improve together."

The game started, with Qin Chuan handling the selection.

He chose the snow map.

This was a relatively new map, less familiar to players than the other two older maps. A small map with many people meant more intense conflicts and a higher chance of getting killed, especially in Paradise Resort, a hotspot for skilled players.

In short, it would be harder to expose his real skill.

The two landed, quickly split up, and searched for supplies.

Without a word, Bo He rushed toward the courtyard in front of the villa, which was also the area with the most intense firefights.

By the time Qin Chuan found a Level 2 vest on the second floor of the villa, he received a notification that his teammate Peppermint Tea had been knocked down by a player named "Armor of the War God."

"Where are you?"

Qin Chuan asked subconsciously, vaulting downstairs and running toward her position.

Along with a burst of gunfire from the phone, a notification that his teammate Peppermint Tea had been eliminated appeared at the bottom center of the screen.

Qin Chuan didn't even have time to look up at Bo He. He raised the M416 in his hands and sprayed down the two enemies who were busy looting the crate.

The enemies fell, and he quickly ducked into a house behind him.

The next second, a spray of bullets raked across the outer wall.

Qin Chuan had narrowly escaped death.

Only then did he have the leeway to briefly look up and glance at Bo He.

He wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death—that the great positioning expert "Peppermint Tea" would die in Paradise Resort.

Though his teammate was dead, the battle had to continue.

Qin Chuan moved through the resort, fighting alone, and actually managed a record of five kills. You have to understand, usually his master would be the one charging ahead, while he, the disciple, followed behind to pick off the leftovers.

It was clear that when people had no one to rely on, they always grew at an extraordinary pace.

With his master already fallen, Qin Chuan had no choice but to brave the world alone with his M416. After making a round through the resort, his backpack was visibly fat with loot, yet he himself was somehow still alive.

Beside him, Bo He chimed in with timely praise, "Boss Qin, you're so amazing at this game!"

Yeah, right!

The words almost burst from his lips, but Qin Chuan forced them back down.

But he didn't know that for the next twenty minutes, he would have to endure this kind of praise countless more times.

When Qin Chuan took out an enemy ambushing behind a wall, Bo He: "Boss Qin, great aim!"

When Qin Chuan killed an enemy with a grenade, Bo He: "Boss Qin, you're incredibly accurate!"

When Qin Chuan saw a jeep by the roadside and used it to drive up a hill, Bo He: "Boss Qin, your driving is so steady!"

It was as if Qin Chuan could wear a pink tank top, and Bo He could praise him until he blossomed into a beautiful flower.

As Bo He's worshipful praises flowed out as if they were free, Qin Chuan could practically see her affection points dropping by the hundreds.

"Do you really not know how to play?"

While driving the jeep up the hill, Qin Chuan finally flipped the vehicle and was caught in a pincer attack by two squads from the sides, dying a glorious death.

He looked up and asked Bo He somberly.

Bo He: "I really don't know how to play. I always die right after landing. Boss Qin, why don't you draw another teammate? I'll just embarrass you."

Qin Chuan was noncommittal. "You were so sharp when you were teaching Wei Feizhou. A direct headshot with the M24, fourteen kills in a solo match. How come you're dying right after landing now?"

Bo He answered without a blush or a flutter of her heart, "That was a different map. Plus, President Wei's account had a very low rank, so the opponents were also low-skilled, and there were a lot of bots placed by the system. It was purely an extraordinary performance. What you're seeing now is my true skill level. It's like the stock market: in a long-term slump, with an occasional spike that's just an anomaly."

Qin Chuan watched her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"That's fine. I can teach you."