Outside, Jiang Siming, who had bought an 18 credit beef brisket rice box for a late-night snack, intended to return ho. As he passed an office area, he noticed a large billboard.
It displayed "4AM PUBG team recruiting" in bold letters, followed by so recruitnt criteria:
Must be over eighteen years old.
Minimum 2000 hours of gaplay.
KDA above 4.0.
Average damage per match above 500.
Must have a rank of 3000 in Asia server and 4000 in other servers.
No bad habits, willing to follow instructions, and in good health.
Preference for sniping talent.
Offering a monthly salary of over 50,000, including als, accommodation, tournant bonuses, and season-end bonuses.
Seeing this recruitnt notice, Jiang Siming was itching with curiosity.
The conditions were fantastic—50,000 monthly and everything covered.
But he realized he might not et their standards yet.
His ga account hadn't clocked more than a hundred hours, his score was just 1200, and his KDA and damage stats were far below the requirents.
Despite winning several matches recently, his stats hadn't improved much due to the previous setbacks.
He didn't et the criteria at all, and joining the team would an daily training with team mbers, no flexible schedule, essentially obeying the team's commands entirely.
Having just escaped the hardships of regular work, Jiang Siming temporarily didn't want to be under soone else's control and left after a quick glance.
Back ho, after devouring the beef brisket rice, Jiang Siming cleaned up, took a shower, and was about to start gaming when there was a knock at the door.
Opening it, he found the landlady.
"Anything, Auntie Luo?" Jiang Siming asked with a furrowed brow.
Auntie Luo was his landlady, but Jiang Siming didn't particularly like her—she was too materialistic, stingy, and lacked empathy.
At the first glance, Auntie Luo's eyes nearly popped out, examining Jiang Siming with a leering smile.
"Little Jiang, I'm here to check in on you and talk about a couple of things."
"Go ahead, I'm listening." Jiang Siming stood at the door, showing no intention of letting her in.
Auntie Luo, undeterred, after eyeing Jiang Siming several more tis, said with a sly smile, "Firstly, there's a tenant visiting tomorrow. It'd be good if you rearranged the living room, making a good impression on the new tenant."
Auntie Luo's apartnt had two bedrooms and a living room. Jiang Siming rented only one room. The other had a couple who moved out last month, leaving it vacant.
"Auntie Luo, bringing a tenant is fine, but rember our agreent—not to bring in strange or unclean people."
Jiang Siming was straightforward. He didn't want a ssy or unsavory roommate, such as prostitutes, gamblers, or gangsters; he'd move out imdiately if that happened.
He was fairly content with the previous couple who were clean and pleasant, except for the occasional loud noises at night.
Auntie Luo laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Little Jiang. This ti, it's a girl—clean and pretty. I wouldn't risk my property on so unruly person."
"That's good. What's the other thing?"
"The other thing is, your rent for this month is due soon. Whenever you have ti, co and pay it," Auntie Luo said with a greedy grin.
Although Jiang Siming wasn't angry, he didn't have a good impression of her.
He'd been living here for over a year, and every month, Auntie Luo would co right on ti to collect the rent. There couldn't be any delay, or else she'd demand extra paynt.
Once, when he was short on cash and requested a two-day extension, despite pleading, she didn't agree. Ultimately, Jiang Siming had to use a credit card to pay her.
As Jiang Siming was about to get the money, Auntie Luo unexpectedly seed lenient.
"Actually, Little Jiang, if you're short on cash, it's fine. I can give you a few extra days."
Before she finished, she added, "My back's been aching these days. If you co to my place and give a massage, I won't charge you extra. How about that?"
The rumored sugar mama's happy ball? Trying to groom herself a boy toy?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Siming didn't say a word, turned, went into his room, brought out 2,000 credit, placed it on the living room table, and then slamd the door shut.
"Cut the nonsense! Trying to save face!" Auntie Luo exclaid dispiritedly, picked up the money, and left, twisting her bucket waist.
After getting rid of the annoying and disgusting landlady, Jiang Siming returned to his computer desk, fired up PUBG, and continued his solo journey.
Upon entering the lobby, Jiang Siming noticed nurous invitations from strangers.
Thinking it was just advertising, Jiang Siming ignored them and set his settings to block invitations, proceeding with solo play.
anwhile, in the Douyu live streaming room, the re-streaming Dumb Little Sister, now without her dayti dejection, returned to her "smiling" face and continued chatting with her viewers.
However, each ti she died and returned to the lobby, she couldn't resist checking if Jiang Siming was online.
"Maybe he's not playing today," Dumb Little Sister thought.
Suppressing her downhearted mood, she prepared to start another ga but noticed Jiang Siming's ID's " " sign lit up again.
However, in no ti, it turned off again, displaying that invitations weren't available.
Her friend noticed it too and quickly tried to calm her.
"Dumb Dumb, his ID is famous on Douyu, didn't you see the forums? Many people want him to play for you. That's why he disabled the invites."
Dumb Little Sister found this reasonable and reluctantly adjusted her mood to continue her live stream.
Jiang Siming beca serious as he entered the ga.
Since this ga beca his cradle for fulfilling dreams and aspirations, he couldn't treat it like any other ga.
Though he currently had no plans to join a professional team, Jiang Siming still hoped to elevate his rank—maybe higher ranks had a better chance of getting item drops.
This ti, it was a small map—the newly released Sanhok map.
Jiang Siming looked around in the sky but didn't spot any loot crates.
But he didn't lose hope and flew towards Bootcamp.
Bootcamp was the most terrifying spot on the small map, with more than twenty players dropping on average every round, as bloody as the airport.
Many people dropped there, either getting killed on landing or ambushed by others, earning it the na Bootcamp—the place where one "trains" themselves.
When parachuting, Jiang Siming realized his parachuting skills were awful; others had already landed while he was still in the air.
Although he wanted to rush to the central building for weapons, others who landed earlier already had guns, making it a suicide mission.
Helpless, Jiang Siming landed in a deep trench near the building.
Slow parachuting often resulted in a halfway loss in the ga.
Sighing, Jiang Siming thought he needed to check parachute techniques in his free ti; otherwise, all his skills would be useless.
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