November 13th, in the morning.
"Yo, you're up." When Feng Bujue came back from his morning run, Ruo Yu happened to be cleaning up the living room.
Not long after Ruo Yu moved in, the two agreed to take turns doing the housework. However, the agreement was one thing. In fact, Ruo Yu did more work. After all, girls liked to be clean. Most of the time, she would clean up when she couldn't stand it anymore.
"I've been up for a while." After hearing Brother Jue's words, Ruo Yu continued what she was doing and replied without looking up, "I was waiting for you to bring breakfast back."
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed, "We're eating soup dumplings today. Be careful."
There was a reason why he laughed so cheekily … Everyone had one or two things that they weren't good at. For example, Brother Jue wasn't good at tying knots, Xiao Tan wasn't good at lying, and Ruo Yu … She wasn't very good at using chopsticks.
Of course, "not very good at using chopsticks" didn't mean that she couldn't pick up food. It was just that … Ruo Yu didn't learn the correct way to hold chopsticks when she was young, so her chopstick skills were slightly worse than ordinary people's. She didn't have a problem using them normally, but … Once she encountered tofu, fish balls, and other food that were slippery or easy to fall apart, and things like soup dumplings that were very thin and had soup inside … she would often embarrass herself.
In fact … This wasn't a big problem. In a sense, it was still cute. However, when you showed a weakness in front of a (cheap) person like Feng Bujue, malicious ridicule and teasing were inevitable.
Who was our Brother Jue? If there was a competition in this world where people fought over food with chopsticks, he would be at least one of the top ten in the world. When he was a student, as long as he wanted to, he could make his classmates who shared a table with him unable to eat a bite of meat. There was even someone who fought with him in the situation where he used chopsticks to snatch a drumstick in the end … With such a sense of superiority, how could he not repeatedly complain about this matter?
"Careful of what?" Ruo Yu immediately glared at her Brother Jue. "Isn't it just a soup dumpling … I'll just break it and let the gravy flow out."
"That's a pity. Isn't soup dumplings just a mouthful of broth?" Feng Bujue revealed a sinister smile. "Why don't … I feed it …"
"You're overthinking it," Ruo Yu interrupted him before he could finish, "I've never been fed by anyone since I can remember."
"So you're already twenty-two and you still don't know how to use chopsticks?" Brother Jue replied.
"What right does a 24 year old man who can't even tie his shoelaces have to say that about me?" Ruo Yu's sarcasm skills had improved, and she was on par with her Brother Jue when it came to sarcasm.
"Hehehe …" Feng Bujue laughed even more wretchedly. "I don't mind if you help me tie it."
"I see …" Ruo Yu snorted. "Hmph … How about we make a bet?"
"Oh? What kind of bet? "Brother Jue was also interested.
"One week. I'll practice chopsticks, and you'll practice tying knots." Ruo Yu continued, "After a week, I promise that I can pick up anything that you can pick up safely, but you have to promise that you can tie the knots that I know how to tie."
"This …" At this moment, Feng Bujue … was a little scared.
"Are you scared?" Ruo Yu asked.
"Ha!" Brother Jue laughed dryly. "I almost forgot how to spell the word 'scared'." He forced himself to look confident. "Let's make a bet. What do you want to bet?" As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately said, "Oh, let me make it clear in advance. I have to consider requests like rolling in the sheets. I'm a righteous person."
In the next second, before Ruo Yu could say anything, Arthas, who was lying on the sofa, complained, "During those years in hell, meow ~ I've heard and seen many shameless words and deeds, but within the scope of my knowledge … you're the only one who can perfectly mix shameless and cheap, meow."
When Ruo Yu heard this, she looked at Arthas expressionlessly. "I say … no matter what, he's still my boyfriend. Don't you think I have bad taste when you talk about him like that?"
"No … This isn't a matter of bad taste, meow." Arthas replied. "It's fine if you only look at his face … but you still chose to date Feng Bujue after understanding his personality. I can only say that you're a weirdo." She paused and scratched the back of her neck with her claws. "Speaking of which … you're really a weirdo, meow."
"Hmm …" When Ruo Yu heard this, she thought for a moment. "Then … the bet is …"
"Hey!" Brother Jue couldn't help but shout. "You're suddenly changing the topic!"
Ruo Yu ignored him and continued, "This bet … If I win, unless I'm in a good mood and want to intervene … otherwise, from now on, all the housework will be done by you."
"Whoa ~ What does' from now on 'mean?" Feng Bujue replied. "If we get married in the future, wouldn't I have a few decades of labor in advance?"
"If you don't dare to bet, just say it," Ruo Yu said.
"Tsk …" Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows. "Then … what if you lose?"
"From now on, I'll tie your shoelaces," Ruo Yu replied.
"Okay! You said it, "Feng Bujue said loudly.
"Yes, I said it," Ruo Yu replied calmly.
After pausing for a second, the two said in unison, "It's a deal!"
"Sigh …" Arthas sighed and shook her head. "What two weirdos, meow ~"
…
A few hours later, at ten o 'clock in the morning, Feng Bujue's log-in lobby.
"Hmph … who would believe that you're organizing your stuff in the log-in lobby alone …" Brother Jue began to complain as soon as he stepped into the elevator. "Actually, you want to secretly learn how to use chopsticks in the game world … You're probably searching for related videos on the touchscreen right now!"
As he muttered, he shamelessly opened a search engine page on the touchscreen and typed in the words "How to tie a knot."
For the next hour, he used unprecedented concentration and enthusiasm … to study knot-tying techniques. Even though he had told Rainy that he was going online to gather information about the competition, the truth was that the two of them were doing the same thing …
An hour had passed without him noticing. After looking at a large number of pictures and tutorials … Feng Bujue closed all the websites, took two steps back, opened his arms, and shouted to the sky like the main character in "The Shawshank Redemption" when he regained his freedom, "It's so hard —"
Again, everyone has one or two things that they're not good at.
To make a long story short, Brother Jue finally opened the Dream Company's official website and forum to look for information about the competition.
At this time, the top eight of the Tournament for the Best S2 had been released. The names of the eight teams were placed in the most prominent position on the homepage of the official website.
The eight teams were: [Regulation], [Brahman], [Jiang Hu], [Red Sakura], [Warring States], [Frontline of Hell], [Trash Alliance], and [Mountain River].
Since there were no two teams from the same studio that entered the top eight, and there was no "second team" that entered the top eight, the teams with "first team" in their names were omitted from the list.
Overall, six of the eight teams were professional teams with studios as their background, and the other two teams were formed by individual players.
This result was far beyond the expectations of the audience and various intelligence analysis teams …
In a team competitive game, a professional team had a huge advantage. A professional team had the resources of an entire studio. Whether it was the coordination of personnel, the gathering of items, or the gathering of information before the competition … they were much better than the "wild" players.
For example, [Trash Alliance] was a team made up of four professional players. Actually, it couldn't be considered a "professional" team. The so-called "professional team" didn't just consist of a few professional players. Other than the players, there were many other people who contributed to the team's victory. It was just that these people's work was carried out outside of the competition, so the audience would usually ignore their existence.
However, in this year's Tournament for the Best S2, under the circumstances of a team competition where there was almost no chance of luck … there were still two teams from non-gaming studios that made it into the top eight. This result once again made the leaders of the major studios realize that … they could not view Thriller Paradise the same way they viewed normal online games.
After Feng Bujue saw the list, he narrowed his eyes and said, "At first glance, none of the teams are easy to deal with …"
He was not wrong, but when he saw the list, he was not surprised because when he saw the matchups for the top sixteen, he had already predicted which eight teams would advance to the next round. The problem now was … how would these eight teams be matched up?
"One more win … and we'll enter the final." Brother Jue browsed through the website as he read. "The final will be a competition between four teams, so there will be many variables. Normally speaking, the more variables there are, the more chances the weaker team will have." His eyes moved slightly and stopped at the word Regulation. "Using this mechanism for the final seems to be to take care of the teams that are not Regulation …" He paused. "Not only will they have to fight one less round, it will also increase the chance of them beating the strongest team on the surface."
With that in mind, Feng Bujue scanned through every single piece of information on the front page of the official website. Basically, they were all news articles that he could read with just a glance at the headlines. Therefore, he quickly opened the gaming forum to see what he could find there.
"Hmm …" Just as he opened the forum, Brother Jue was attracted by a 'Hot Post of the Day' that was pinned at the top.
The title of the post was — [Analysis of all the matchups in the semi-finals and the prediction of victory and defeat].
"Heh …" Feng Bujue clicked on the post and read it. He laughed. "So, the forum is very helpful. This post lists all the information that I need to do mental calculations, which saves me a lot of trouble … This way, I can easily store the list in my mind through graphical memory."
Then, Feng Bujue ignored the part about the outcome of the match and quickly memorized all the 'matchup possibilities' provided by the other party, including the twenty-eight single matchup combinations and the one hundred and five complete matchups. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he closed the thread.
Then, he opened each of the discussion forums and filtered the information at an extremely fast speed, flipping through the posts page by page.
Given the popularity of the Tournament for the Best, the number of posts on the forum was imaginable. Even though it was a weekday morning and the forum had various mechanisms to filter out spam posts, the number of posts in each discussion forum was increasing at a rate of one post per minute.
"Oh? That's interesting … "Suddenly, Brother Jue's eyes stopped on a post with a very eye-catching title — [The past and present life of the Super Eight Trash Alliance].
To be honest, the team that Feng Bujue did not want to face at this stage was the Trash Alliance. This was because out of the seven teams that could potentially become his opponents, Brother Jue knew the least about this team.
Of course, this was also because of Hong Hu's plan. As expected of a strategist, he used a strategy similar to Underworld Frontline in the preliminaries and turned on the privacy option. Furthermore, the players in their team were very strong. Most of the time, they achieved victory before their opponents could even figure out what was going on. This caused the video of their matches and the information revealed by the video to be very limited.
For a man like Feng Bujue who had already calculated more than seventy percent of the factors that would determine the outcome of the match before the battle, the lack of information was a very bad thing. This was especially true when he knew that his opponents were strong but did not know how strong they were. This made him feel like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat and he could not sit still.
In comparison, if he were to face a professional team, he would have a much easier time. Even if he were to face [Regulation] or [Gods], it would be the same. After all, most of their information was already an open secret. As long as he had enough data, even if it was a god … Brother Jue would be able to plot against them.
"Let me take a look …" Feng Bujue clicked open the post and realized that it was a long post, and the font was a bright purple that would blind the eyes of the readers. He grumbled, "This person is trying to take revenge on society, isn't he? He's trying to force the durability of the readers' eyes to drop to zero …"
Talking was talking, reading was reading …
Feng Bujue stared at the unbearable font and read the entire article with the intention of finding out more information. Then …
"This is a scam!" He really wanted to throw a cup or something, but unfortunately, he did not have anything in his hands. "What is this? No wonder the title has a paparazzi style. It's all gossip! What's so interesting about Uncle Trash being in a male idol group in Korea when he was young? Now, he's just an uncle with a pair of sunglasses! "
Just as Brother Jue was complaining loudly and fiercely, suddenly, a small icon popped up in his social tab … This was a notification that would only appear when a "friend" sent a message.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue opened it without hesitation. He did not expect … the person who sent the message was …
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