The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 402 - 401 Aren’t those three going to fight
Chapter 402: Chapter 401: Aren’t those three going to fight?
Chapter 402 -401: Aren’t those three going to fight?
Ye Jinwen sucked in a breath of cold air.
They’d just met and were already competing in drinking and hand speed—how long had Yun Sang been holding back this fire?
Xiao Qimo, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, his beautiful fingers pulling out of his pocket to gently push up his glasses.
“Okay,” he said.
In his other hand, his index and middle fingers were holding a bottle of mineral water, which leisurely swayed with his movements, exuding composure and elegance with a touch of lazy nobility.
He walked over to the sofa, set down the bottle of water, and quietly waited for the battle to begin.
Yun Sang and Ye Jinwen both noticed that ever since Xiao Qimo had come in, he’d been carrying that bottle of water.
It wasn’t typical for Empire’s Mr.
Qimo.
Could it be that he was having some internal heat problems and needed to drink water all the time?
With that thought, Yun Sang didn’t ask any further and started preparing for battle.
Ye Jinwen had no intention of joining their one-on-one challenge.
He had to drive and also watch out for these two possibly getting into a fight.
Bearing such responsibilities, it was too hard for him stuck in the middle.
So, he hooked a small stool nearby and sat down, slightly aggrieved.
The three of them took their seats.
Yun Sang wasn’t courteous either, hooking up one corner of his lips, his dense, black eyes glancing around, his face with an audacious look sealed by his mischievous features.
His beautiful hands, used to striking the keyboard, each held a bottle, and with a “bang,” the beer bottle caps were flicked open, rolling onto the ground.
This was the brand they often drank, rich and full-bodied with the scent of malt.
As the cap was popped off, a hint of mist seemed to escape with it.
One bottle each, all lined up.
Yun Sang took over the APM Tester, provokingly saying, “Mr.
Qimo, I will start first then.”
Xiao Qimo made a graceful gesture of invitation.
Ye Jinwen thought that only because the three of them were so tight could they act like this.
If anyone else dared to treat Mr.
Qimo with such an attitude, they would have been dealt with swiftly.
But Yun Bro was still the same Yun Bro from before.
Only…
The Yun Family was no longer what it used to be.
Indeed, the CTF master Sniper Yun Sang, with countless fangirls, mom fans, and otaku fans both domestically and abroad, was the Yun Family’s Yun Sang.
The three of them were known as the Jingjing Iron Triangle.
Similar in age and interests, and with their elders’ deep friendship from an early time, it naturally led them to become good brothers and buddies.
To say they were as close as brothers was no exaggeration.
Later, due to various events, Yun Sang stayed with the Shadow Hunting Team, Big Bro Seven went to IEG, and he had escaped from Jinjing.
Opportunities for the three to meet were few and far between, let alone gathering together like this.
Ye Jinwen reminisced about his wild and youthful days, a depth of emotion showing on his baby-face that didn’t quite match his mature image.
Only when Yun Sang across from him leveled the tester and his fingers started to move rapidly did he come back to reality.
Seeing S God test his hand speed in person was a rare opportunity.
The competition started, and Yun Sang’s expression remained calm, his fingers moving quickly, occasionally throwing a challenging look toward Xiao Qimo.
Xiao Qimo, meanwhile, leaned back on the sofa with an elegant smile, unhurried and composed.
A minute passed.
Ye Jinwen peeked at the numbers on the display: 449.
He raised his thumbs up, “S God!
Awesome!”
An average person’s hand speed reaching three hundred would already be impressive, and a trained professional player could often hit over three hundred and sixty.
But someone as fast as Yun Sang was rare.
Yun Sang didn’t say anything and pushed the tester towards Xiao Qimo.
Xiao Qimo chuckled lightly, his tone meaningful, “You’ve regressed.”
Ye Jinwen: ???
And that’s still considered regressing?
Xiao Qimo glanced at Yun Sang, fully aware that he was still holding back his strength, and said no more.
Yun Sang seemed to know something and smiled with a hooked lip.
“I thought you had completely forgotten all of us,” Yun Sang said faintly, his eyes and eyebrows softening just a bit.
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The players’ daily hand speed test results all had to be recorded and reported.
Clearly, Xiao Qimo had seen his performance, which was why he would say something like that.
Xiao Qimo chose a comfortable position to sit in, and without wasting words, began the timing.
Ye Jinwen beside him was even more shocked.
He rarely saw Qimo take action, and even when they were looking for number thirteen, it was mostly him operating on the side.
Now, seeing Qimo compete with Yun Sang again, it felt like a return to the old days.
A minute quickly passed.
Ye Jinwen looked at Xiao Qimo, then at Yun Sang, and made a somewhat strange announcement, “Seventh brother, 450.”
With a margin of one point, Xiao Qimo beat Yun Sang.
“Please.” Xiao Qimo looked at the alcohol on the table.
Without saying another word, Yun Sang tipped his head back and downed a bottle.
The competition between the two men was simple and crude, with Yun Sang’s subsequent score being 451, requiring Xiao Qimo to drink.
After Xiao Qimo finished drinking, he won again with a score of 452 and made Yun Sang down another bottle.
Ye Jinwen sat on the side, watching them go back and forth, neither pressing the other too hard, just slowly overshadowing by one point at a time, opening bottle after bottle of dark beer, until the table was quickly filled with empty bottles.
He felt extremely stifled.
He didn’t want to sit anymore, he should be kneeling.
It’s no wonder these two were called “Sir” and “Brother”; only he was a “Younger.”
Alas…
——
Downstairs, teammates carefully finished their meal, gathering at the stairway entrance to look up.
“Leader, what are the captain, our sponsor daddy, and Mr.
Qimo doing?
They won’t start fighting, will they?”
Zhou Xin stroked his chin, “It’s unlikely they’ll come to blows…
I think S God might be taking on Mr.
Qimo in a one-on-one!”
“Oh my!”
The teammates exclaimed in surprise, “Someone dares to have a one-on-one with S God?!
There aren’t many internationally who can match the captain’s hand speed!”
“I think Mr.
Qimo is going to get utterly crushed…”
“By the way, leader, are sponsor daddy and Mr.
Qimo really staying with us recently?”
“They should be…
probably…” Zhou Xin wasn’t quite sure.
Jinwen should be here, but as for Qimo, it was hard to say.
——
The competition in drinking and hand speed brought them to late afternoon in the blink of an eye.
As Ye Jinwen cleaned up the bottles, he watched the two slightly tipsy men, who wouldn’t give in to each other, and continued to solo fiercely.
They weren’t tired, but he was weary just by watching.
It seemed like a one-on-one on the surface, but in reality, they were making each other drink.
Lucky for him, he was just a little brother, or else he’d be dragged into this battle among big shots.
Xiao Qimo didn’t know how many rounds it had been, as he carelessly tossed the empty bottle on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch with a light smile.
He enjoyed the competition and the drinking, but he wondered if Yun Sang felt as pleased inside.
Yun Sang’s gaze was somewhat hazy, his skin so naturally pale that not even the sun could darken it, and his cheeks, now flushed from drinking, were conspicuously red.
After completing a round, he drank a bottle on his own, clunking down the empty bottle, then sat quietly on the couch with his head hung low.
“Yun Bro?” Ye Jinwen called out to him.
Yun Sang gave a light smile, feeling his mouth dry, which often happened after drinking too much beer, and when he raised his head, he saw the mineral water Xiao Qimo had placed on the table.
He didn’t mind that it was a used bottle, simply because it was closest to him, he reached out to grab it.
