Chapter 64 064. For the Gaming Console!
Late at night, the dorm room was pitch-black except for a sliver of light seeping in under the door.
“Here we go, here we go!”
An Han kicked the door open with a bang and swaggered in, hauling a crate of beer. “Junjie! Get the tables and chairs out—it’s feast time!”
“The barbecue here yet? I’m starving! And who turned off the lights? It’s so dark I can’t see a damn thing!”
Chen Junjie lifted his head from his computer screen and grumbled, “Why are you so loud? Shut up already.”
Long Xing followed An Han into the dorm, flipped on the lights, and set down another crate of beer on the floor. “An Han seems in a pretty good mood.”
“Of course I am!”
Finally—someone *normal*!
Unlike you weirdos who boost favorability just because you see a cute-looking guy… Do you even have the right sexual orientation?!
An Han set down the beer and scurried over to grab the folding table from the corner—but paused to glance at the lower bunk. “Wang Sheng, get up already! Time to eat!”
“Okay.”
By the time An Han had set up the table and laid out the barbecue and beer, Wang Sheng had crawled out from under his covers.
“Here, drink up,” Long Xing handed Wang Sheng a bottle.
Wang Sheng shook his head and buried his face in his food.
Among guys, there’s no problem a good drinking session can’t solve—and if it doesn’t, just have another round.
But the issue now? Wang Sheng flat-out refused to drink. He’d never liked alcohol much to begin with.
“Forget it,” Long Xing muttered, placing the bottle in front of himself. He clinked glasses with Chen Junjie and complained, “Just spit it out if you’ve got something on your mind. A few drinks might actually cheer you up.”
They genuinely wanted to help lift Wang Sheng’s spirits—but three clueless guys had no idea how to handle emotional stuff. They just sat there, exchanging helpless glances.
The atmosphere grew awkward… until Long Xing finally broke the silence: “Drink up! What are you all staring at?”
“Oh, and Xiao Han—you drink less,” he added.
“My tolerance’s better than yours!” An Han insisted again, then dramatically tipped the bottle straight into his mouth—only to choke violently, coughing until tears streamed down his cheeks.
After several rounds of drinking and feasting, An Han’s face was flushed pink. Slightly tipsy, he rested his chin on one hand and gazed dreamily at his friends across the table.
Chen Junjie, who had low alcohol tolerance, was now slurring nonsense while draped over Long Xing’s shoulder. Long Xing just sighed, patiently humoring him.
Wang Sheng, caught up in the mood, had finally started drinking too—just one bottle, and his face was already as red as a monkey’s rear.
“Hey, Wang Sheng!” An Han suddenly called out, still propped on his hand. “Spill it already. No need to be shy—if it’s truly private, we’ll drop it.”
Wang Sheng hesitated. Long Xing chimed in, “Yeah! If there’s stuff you *can* share, just say it. Better than bottling it all up.”
An Han nodded eagerly, completely on board.
“It’s… not really a big deal,” Wang Sheng sighed softly. “You know I was supposed to attend a tryout during the National Day break? I went home first…”
“My parents were actually supportive at first—but right then, my dad got seriously ill…”
He paused, covering his face with one hand, voice dropping lower. “My mom talked to me… She said they could support my dream before, but now with Dad sick and no income… I need to grow up. She wants me to find a stable job—not necessarily to cover Dad’s treatment, but at least to support myself…”
“I’ve got zero shot at going pro. The little money I make from games is just from coaching.”
An Han nodded understandingly. “Yeah… reality hits hard.”
The heavy topic opened floodgates in Wang Sheng. Now he couldn’t stop.
“I started gaming at fourteen. By sixteen, I was rank one in the country. Back then, I didn’t go pro because I was too young—my parents didn’t feel safe letting me. But now… I’m older, and my skill’s falling behind…”
He sighed again. “I just… I just want to play in one official match. Even as a spectator—to feel the atmosphere—would be enough.”
【Choice 1: Assemble five elite teammates and enter him into a world-class tournament! Reward: Favor of Capital】
【Choice 2: A local internet café tournament isn’t bad either! Reward: Limited-Edition Crocodile-Skin PS5】
【Choice 3: Forget it. Shattered dreams are part of becoming a man. Reward: Random Attribute Point】
An Han’s eyes lit up as he skimmed the system’s pop-up. Just moments ago, he’d been struggling with how to comfort Wang Sheng—but now he had a clear plan.
He patted Wang Sheng’s shoulder. “How about we enter an internet café tournament?”
World-class events were out of reach—those required qualifications and official teams. But café tournaments? Just five players. Easy to organize. A little hassle, sure—but doable.
“Café tournament?” Wang Sheng looked up, confused.
“Yeah! No entry barriers. I’ll gather a few teammates—let’s go play a real match together!”
Long Xing snorted. “Give me a break. Barely anyone plays CS:GO in China—where are you even finding tournaments? And good luck scraping together four more people.”
“Doesn’t President Wang Yu play CS:GO? He’s pretty good. With him and Wang Sheng, we just need three more.”
Wang Sheng nodded. “I know Wang Yu—he *is* solid.”
An Han started ticking off names: “Dong Ming’s dorm has someone who plays CS too.”
“That guy’s trash.”
“He’s just a body to fill a slot!”
Wang Sheng perked up. “I’ve got an online friend in this city—I can invite him.”
“Then we just need one more! How about posting online?” An Han suggested. “If that fails, Long Xing, Junjie—you two could learn last-minute!”
“You want us to embarrass ourselves?” Chen Junjie shot back instantly. “Besides—none of these people have even *agreed* yet!”
“Easy! Long Xing, you talk to Wang Yu. Junjie, you go get the guy next door. Wang Sheng, contact your friend.”
“What about you?” Chen Junjie narrowed his eyes.
“Me?” An Han looked genuinely surprised. “I’m the mastermind here, obviously!”
【Wang Sheng’s Favorability +10】
(Sixty now—not bad, but not amazing.)
He played dumb: “I’m the one making this happen! This is the *hardest* job, okay?”
Chen Junjie scoffed. “All you did was dump the problem on us and let *us* fix it. Classic you.”
Well, duh! At least I *identified* the problem! That’s more than you’ve done!
Just then—*thud!*
Wang Sheng’s head hit the table with a loud thump.
An Han leapt up in panic. “No, no, no! Not like that!”
“He’s asleep!”
“Oh… scared me half to death. Is his tolerance really that bad?”
Long Xing frowned worriedly. “Hey… maybe *you* should be the one to ask Wang Yu for help? I… can’t really do it.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve got… a bit of bad blood with the club president. Don’t really want to ask him for a favor…”
“Fine, I guess…”
An Han’s shoulders slumped. He’d been ready to beg pathetically—but worried his favorability might skyrocket again. Reluctantly, he forced a smile. “Alright… but you’ve gotta do *something* then.”
“I’ll find a tournament.”
“Deal!”
This mission felt heavier than ever.
For the first time, An Han was genuinely fired up to complete a system task—not just for himself, but for Wang Sheng’s dream!
…The PS5 was just a nice bonus!
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