"Can you give me a reason not to lose my temper on Sundays?"
Xia Lin glanced at Yang Weiwei beside him. He tried his best to speak calmly, but he could not hide his intense irritation.
With the arrival of Sunday, it meant that the weekly matches of the Battle Arena Corporation's seven branches were about to begin. To [Gaia] branches, which had been ranked last for five consecutive weeks, it was like a nightmare had befallen them.
As the general manager of [Gaia] branches, Xia Lin's mood was abnormally terrible every Sunday.
Yang Weiwei sighed helplessly in her heart. As a woman, she knew that it was not easy to have a few days a month, but what's up with you having your period once a week? The crux of the matter is, it's fine if you have your period, but why do you have to call me to your office every time … to scold me for no reason?
Tell me, why is a gay making things difficult for a fujoshi?
Yang Weiwei lampooned in her heart, but her eyes began to roll. In the past, she was indeed helpless against Xia Lin's unreasonable antics. She could only silently take the initiative to take the blame, but now, she was no longer the same as before. She was no longer the ignorant person she once was.
"I heard that Shi Xiaobai actually likes virtual competition, but due to certain reasons, he is not in [Gaia]. However, I believe that as long as he returns to [Gaia], he will definitely come uninvited!" Yang Weiwei said a fabricated "hearsay" with an expressionless face.
"Really? Is the news reliable? "Xia Lin's eyes immediately lit up.
"Of course! The news was obtained from a rookie named Tu Dahei. Shi Xiaobai, Tu Dahei, carefully compare these two names. Did you discover anything? "Yang Weiwei said mysteriously.
"These two names seem … very similar." Xia Lin was slightly surprised.
"It's more than similar. These two names are practically lovers' names! Do you understand? Shi Xiaobai and Tu Dahei … are of the same gender … you know. "Yang Weiwei gave an ambiguous smile.
"Are you saying that Shi Xiaobai and Tu Dahei are gay? Si … that Tu Dahei … "Xia Lin was slightly shocked.
"Don't worry, Manager Xia. That Tu Dahei has long been a loyal customer of our battle arena cafe. He even reserved a VIP room on Monday! Furthermore, Manager Xia, it's said that Tu Dahei is a genius on the same level as Shi Xiaobai! "Yang Weiwei said with a proud smile.
"Hmm, very good, you're not bad!" Xia Lin immediately felt much better and patted Yang Weiwei's shoulder to show his appreciation.
Yang Weiwei couldn't help but feel proud in her heart. She thought to herself, Mr. Xia, oh, Mr. Xia, you were the one who broke the seal on the Art of Deception, so don't blame this assistant for carrying it forward.
"I happen to need to go to the data room to select this week's contestants. I can also see if Tu Dahei lives up to his reputation as a genius."
Xia Lin had an excited look on his face and was about to walk out of the office. Seeing that Yang Weiwei was still in a daze, he whispered, "Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and follow me."
"Yes, President Xia."
Yang Weiwei was slightly surprised as she gave a stiff smile. She suddenly regretted her moment of complacency. She had exaggerated Tu Dahei to be a genius on the level of Shi Xiaobai. The data in the data engine room was the truest representation of strength. It could immediately expose her lies.
She could not help but worry that Yang Yang's praise of Tu Dahei as a genius was just for show. This was because the crab youth did not look like a genius no matter how she looked at it. If his numbers were terrible …
"Ha, how bad can it be?"
Yang Weiwei comforted herself.
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"What? What did you say? You only won ten rounds a week and then lost more than 1900 rounds? "
Xia Lin's irascible voice resounded through the data engine room. It scared the young statistician so much that his glasses nearly fell to the ground. Yang Weiwei, who was beside him, turned pale. Ten wins and 2000 losses. This single week's win rate could no longer be described as "terrible"!
The Battleship Corporation branches had to settle their performance every week. The average win rate of all the customers in that week was also a part of the performance. Winning ten rounds and losing nearly 2000 rounds, the win rate was as low as 0.5%. It was enough to pull down the branch's win rate by a large margin.
Alright, Xia Lin was probably going to eat someone up.
"Yang! Wei! Wei! "
Indeed, Xia Lin's eyes that looked at Yang Weiwei were about to spit fire!
"President … President Xia, this data … is problematic!"
Suddenly, the young statistician said with a trembling voice.
Xia Lin was stunned as he immediately reined in his anger. He said with a smile, "I knew it. How can you lose 2000 rounds a week?"
Yang Weiwei also heaved a sigh of relief. A 0.5% win rate was indeed ridiculously low. It was the same as a 99.5% win rate. It was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
However, why would the data room's data be wrong?
"That … It's not that the win rate is wrong. It's … this. President Xia, take a look at this …"
The young statistician swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he pointed to a particular spot on the computer screen.
Xia Lin frowned as he lowered his head and leaned over. His eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the data the statistician had pointed out. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he exclaimed in disbelief, "Twenty-two hours of virtual immersion per day!?"
The statistician wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a trembling voice, "Yes, President Xia. According to the data, this player named Tu Dahei only used two hours a day from Monday to Sunday to eat, drink, poop and sleep. The rest of the time was spent in virtual immersion."
Xia Lin said angrily, "That's impossible! If he really did that, he would have died of a heart attack in less than five days! "
Yang Weiwei also clicked her tongue. Twenty-two hours of virtual immersion was extremely taxing on one's mind. Typically, one would need to sleep for an entire day and night to recover from the loss of one's mind. To only rest for two hours a day for seven consecutive days? Was he mad? No, even a madman couldn't do it!
"It's not only that. President Xia, look at this."
The statistician pointed to another spot.
Xia Lin swept his eyes over and was immediately stunned.
There were three lines of incredulous data.
[Psionic Offensive Skill: None]
[Psionic Defensive Skill: Wavelet Shield (11024 times)]
[Flash Movement Technique: Crab Steps (220457 times)]
Those three lines showed the data of all the combat skills Tu Dahei had used in a week, but this result …
"Hurry up and kill all the viruses in the data room's system for me!"
Xia Lin was enraged. He even used such a vulgar form of address.
"President Xia, there are no viruses in the system. Furthermore, it's impossible for the data room's data to be wrong …"
The statistician was close to tears.
"No viruses? I think your brain is infected with syphilis! Can you f * * king use your brain? Ignoring the fact that you used Crab Steps 200,000 times, and ignoring the fact that you lost 2000 rounds in a week, I want to ask you. Without using a single Psionic Offensive Skill, how did you win ten rounds? All of them were f * * king surrendered, right!? "
The moment Xia Lin's temper flared, his words were completely vulgar.
"President Xia … you really … guessed correctly."
The statistician gave a stiff smile. With a few clicks of the mouse, the page changed a few times before a large table appeared.
Xia Lin stared at it and was immediately dumbfounded. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, and when he focused again, he could not help but draw a gasp.
At this moment, the statistician coughed dryly and said, "This is the specific data of the ten victories. The data shows that these ten matches happened to be the last ten matches. Furthermore, every match lasted more than an hour, and the outcome of the match was … the opponent taking the initiative to surrender. Combined with the usage of Crab Steps 200,000 times and the usage of zero offensive skills, I believe … the opponents in these ten matches were forcefully drained by this player named Tu Dahei … "
Without needing the statistician's explanation, Xia Lin had come to the same conclusion after looking at the table for a few seconds. However, he could not believe the correctness of this conclusion. He was at a loss.
To fight for seven consecutive days without sleep, and to only use Crab Steps and Wavelet Shield to drain his opponents in every round, forcing them to flee, wasn't this too crazy?
"Is there really such a lunatic in this world?"
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