Chapter 227 - 225: Principal Wang Loses Followers

He shook his head helplessly and looked out the window to see a three-wheeler weaving unsteadily toward him.

Without hesitation, he raised his gun and fired three quick shots on pure instinct. A loot box immediately tumbled out of the vehicle.

"The fuck! Who killed my buddy?!"

The elementary school kid’s voice yelled out again from the doorway...

Fang Chenyi shook his head, ignoring the kid, and rushed out of the compound. Since he’d promised his stream viewers he wouldn’t heal, he was sticking to it. And so he continued, looting everything in sight and shooting any player he came across. He soon reached the final circle. Seeing on the map that the final safe zone was a small compound, Fang Chenyi didn’t even bother to check how many players were left and charged straight for it.

Bufan, who was nearby, saw this and assumed Fang Chenyi planned to hold the compound, so he led the rest of the team to follow.

But his plan was completely different from what they imagined. Fang Chenyi’s goal wasn’t to hold the compound, but to get the final bits of loot inside.

Bufan ran to the building in the compound with the best sightlines, quickly found a corner, and crouched down to hold an angle. To his surprise, however, Fang Chenyi suddenly ran back outside. Not only that, but after dashing into the opposite building, he emerged again less than six seconds later.

Then he sprinted toward another building.

"Uh, Brother Fang, what are you doing?"

Fang Chenyi paused, thought for a second, and replied:

"There are still nine people left, right? I’m drawing their fire for you."

’Uh... so that’s a strategy now?’

It was the first time they had ever seen such a tactic. But after shaking their heads helplessly, Bufan and the other two teammates focused, intently scanning their surroundings for any movement.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Fang Chenyi’s "human-target" tactic actually worked. The moment he ran out of the building, he drew a full spray of bullets.

Luckily, Fang Chenyi’s reactions were fast and his maneuvering was slick. After executing some unique footwork, he raised his Desert Eagle and fired three quick shots at a nearby rock.

’Fang Chenyi’ eliminated ’NotABossForYears’ with a Desert Eagle.

After taking down his opponent, Fang Chenyi didn’t pause for a second. He charged into the last untouched building of the match and, in a flash, snatched up all the items on the floor. Instantly, another sixty thousand-plus yuan hit his account.

Phew~

He let out a long breath. ’Making at least three to five million in a single match... This feels amazing!’ But now, there was nothing left for him to loot. Only then did Fang Chenyi turn his full attention back to the game. He glanced at the player count—eight people left—and he only had nine kills so far this match.

’He was almost speechless at such a meager result. Given the flight path for this round, if he had been going all out, he could have easily racked up over thirty kills.’

Shaking his head, he glanced at the map, checked his Desert Eagle, and swapped out the half-empty magazine. Then, in a flash, he vaulted out of the building.

It was no exaggeration to say that now, with his full attention on the game, Fang Chenyi already had a good idea of where the remaining players were hiding.

Sure enough, what followed was the Fang Chenyi show. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Every time the Desert Eagle roared, another kill popped up in the feed.

’Fang Chenyi’ eliminated ’TooHandsomeToLive’ with a Desert Eagle.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

’Fang Chenyi’ eliminated ’ShadyBrotherWang’ with a Desert Eagle.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

’Fang Chenyi’ eliminated ’XiaozheIsTooPixelated’ with a Desert Eagle.

...WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!

Every time Bufan and the other two players heard gunfire, they would snap their cameras toward the sound, but the fight was already over by the time they looked.

You could say that the three of them—Bufan and the others—didn’t fire a single shot throughout the entire final circle.

The viewers in the stream chat were stunned, watching Fang Chenyi suddenly go Super Saiyan. The fans who had seen his previous streams were even more hyped, shouting: This is the God Yi we know and love!

After the match ended, Fang Chenyi immediately pulled out his phone to check the long list of credit notifications. Only then did he truly believe it was all real.

’I can’t believe the system actually recognizes playing a game as a way to make money!’

While Fang Chenyi was looking down at his phone, Principal Wang, who was sitting next to him, tried to imitate his arrogant, badass attitude and ended the live stream with just a few curt words.

After ending it, he shot Fang Chenyi a smug grin. But before he could say anything, one of the team members who hadn’t been in the match cried out in alarm:

"Oh my god, Boss, this is bad! You just lost almost five hundred thousand followers!"

Hearing this, Principal Wang exploded, "The fuck?! That’s not how it’s supposed to work! Brother Fang ended his stream just as abruptly, and didn’t he gain several hundred thousand followers? How come I lost followers when I did it?! Fake fans! They’re all fake fans!"

Fang Chenyi, standing to the side, just smiled helplessly and shook his head. He then turned to Bufan and prompted him.

"What are you guys doing? Hurry up and get ready!"

Bufan was taken aback. He glanced at Principal Wang, then at Fang Chenyi, and said uncertainly:

"Brother Fang, didn’t you say you were only playing one round?"

Fang Chenyi froze. He *did* seem to recall saying he’d only play one round. But then, thinking of all that shiny silver beckoning to him from inside the game, he put on a confused expression and retorted:

"Hm? When did I ever say that? Didn’t I say I was going to help you guys get some good practice in?"

Seeing Fang Chenyi shamelessly play dumb, Principal Wang let out a wail of anguish:

"Holy hell! Brother Fang, if you were going to keep playing, then why the fuck did I end my stream?! My five hundred thousand followers!"

He shot Principal Wang an annoyed glance:

"If you’re going to put it that way, then fine. I’m done playing for today."

With that, he made a show of getting up. Seeing this, Bufan and the others immediately grabbed him, pleading for just a couple more rounds.

A barely perceptible smile touched the corners of his lips. He pretended to be reluctant as he sat back down, then urged them to hurry up and start.

This time, Bufan and his teammates didn’t hesitate, immediately clicking "Ready." The next round quickly began.

Just like last time, Fang Chenyi let Bufan and the others choose the drop spot. After landing, Fang Chenyi immediately rushed toward the nearest loot.

However, things didn’t go as he had imagined. He’d expected the system to convert the gear he picked up into money again, but when he grabbed an item off the ground, it went straight into his backpack.

No matter what else he picked up, the system never initiated another conversion.

It wasn’t just that round. After it ended, Fang Chenyi played two more matches, but the result was the same each time. It was as if the system had never existed.

[To be continued...]