CS: The Last Dance, a Dance That Leads to Professional Success

Chapter 37 The Winner's Reward!

On the G2 pitch.

Niko took off her headphones, ripped off the white silk arm sleeve from her arm, and patted Meng Lang's shoulder hard, with immense satisfaction.

As a veteran who has participated in countless Majors but has repeatedly failed, he experienced a wonderful feeling for the first time, almost like "sitting on a broken car" – the reassuring feeling that even if his performance fluctuates, there is always someone in the team who can immediately step up and carry the team forward!

The thought of winning just one more BO3 match to advance to the Legends Group made Shrimp Bro feel incredibly happy. He couldn't wait to go to a nightclub and shout that all the expenses for tonight would be paid by his son!

huNter- and Aleksib, standing to the side, also had big smiles on their faces, and the two of them gave Meng Lang a big hug, one on each side.

"That was fantastic, Bro!"

"An incredible performance!"

m0NESY was also very happy to win the game, and came over with a big smile to give Meng Lang a high five.

But after glancing at the final statistics panel, his smile faded slightly, and he subconsciously bit his lower lip.

【G2-Dark：27/6，ADR 114.6，Rating:1.87】

【G2-m0NESY：19/5，ADR 98.3，Rating：1.49】

The data will not lie.

Compared to yesterday, although he performed very well today, compared to the monster beside him who brought another surprise with the Desert Eagle today,
It's clearly still a long way off.

"Next time... I need to choose a map where snipers can perform better." The kid thought to himself, a surge of competitive spirit rising within him. "I can't keep losing to this guy!"

Just as everyone in the G2 booth was immersed in the joy of victory—

Ding--!
A crisp system notification sound, audible only to Meng Lang, rang in his mind.

[Unbelievable! As a newcomer, you've just entered the world's top arena and already defeated formidable opponents with overwhelming force! Your talent rises like the morning sun, your performance is like a shooting star, two consecutive victories! This is merely the beginning of your legendary journey! The path to the GOAT title has already trembled because of your steps!]

[Winning streak reward system activated!]

[Note: The path to glory is paved with lotus blossoms! Your consecutive victories in your first professional tournament will accumulate rewards; the more consecutive wins you achieve, the richer the final reward!]

[P.S.: Rewards can be claimed immediately or accumulated (if you fail, the reward will be halved and immediately issued).]

Enjoying the system's flattery, Meng Lang looked at the instructions on the virtual panel in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

This winning streak mechanism...

Why do I have this inexplicable sense of déjà vu?

His eyes swept over the option "Choose to claim now?" and he hardly hesitated.

【no! 】

How good can the reward be after winning only two BO1 matches?
At the very least, we should wait until we make it into the Legendary group before considering when to "harvest" our rewards!
However, just when he thought it was over, another notification sound came!

[Congratulations, host, you have received a reward for your performance in the competition: A-grade treasure chest * 1]

[Treasure chest being opened...]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: "Social Anxiety Remnant" (Bird Sniper Exclusive)]

[Introduction: This is the echo emanating from the agile sniper scope of "Silent Eagle" Syrson. This economic assassin, lurking in the shadows, sends chills down the spines of all who underestimate him—Syrson, the king of cost-effectiveness who wields a sniper rifle and moves like a ghost through the cracks of the battlefield! His attacks flow like shadows, swift and silent. His sniper rifle is not a cheap substitute, but a meticulously calculated art, a silver bullet piercing through economic barriers!]

[Should we try incorporating a "socially anxious person" into our lives?]

Meng Lang's gaze quickly swept over the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen: 16:24.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Niko had already stood up with a smile, reaching out to put his arm around him and walk to the opposite side of the court for a post-match handshake.

"Sorry, Brother Shrimp, I'll be right back..." Meng Lang muttered to himself, then made his choice without hesitation.

【Sure! 】

The next moment, a familiar pulling sensation came over him, and everything in front of him blurred and shattered instantly. His consciousness was abruptly pulled away from the noisy arena and landed above a familiar map.

This is the Lost City of the Desert.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Lang's perspective suddenly shifted, and he found himself inside the body of a T wielding a lightweight sniper rifle. He quickly moved to mid-to-long range from the first position in the middle lane.

It's him!

Syrson!

At this point, as the terrorist, he was trailing 5-14, and this point was a precarious half-start.

The terrorist teammate threw an incendiary bomb, which was accurately aimed at the interior of the VIP area on the other side, and flames instantly engulfed most of the area.

And he,

He was not fully armored. In his hands,

There's only one affordable bird sniper rifle!

Meng Lang was pondering this.

Now VIP Fire has helped him get the gun position, is he going to use VIP on the sandbag?
however,
Inside Syrson's body, he found himself coming up from the middle without stopping, directly thrusting forward into B's small area!
what?
At that moment, he clearly sensed Syrson's intentions, as they were of one mind!
He wasn't on the defensive.

He wanted to use this unassuming sniper rifle to show the other side who really controlled the mid lane!
Trailing in the score?

Economic disadvantage?

Weakness in firearms?

so what?

Taking advantage of the VIP area being ablaze, he moved forward like a ghost towards B small, boldly continuing to push forward with an unscoped sniper rifle!

With light steps and agile movements, his vision was as sharp as a hawk's, staring at the two points: the left blind spot and the archway that were not covered by the flames of the VIP area!
In the very instant the flames flickered and the light and shadows intertwined!
A sudden stop!

Click—Bang!

The unique and crisp sound of the bird sniper rifle suddenly rang out!

To the left of the VIP area, a guy who had just peeked out trying to get some information collapsed to the ground!

head shot!

The CT team provided information about B Xiaoshangren!

But Syrson did not hesitate at all. The moment he made the kill, he did not retreat but continued to move forward while calmly switching to the scope!
The camera instantly locks onto the direction of the arch!

Almost at the same instant he finished opening the camera, a figure emerged from the archway!

boom!
Another crisp, clean gunshot rang out!

A second headshot!
Double kill! !
Pull the bolt to eject the spent cartridge, and load the bullet!

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Syrson deftly stepped back and hid behind cover, avoiding the CT sniper who might be coming back to support from the long box direction at bomb site A!

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately scoped in and pulled out the scope—thanks to the fact that the movement speed does not decrease after the scope is opened with the bird sniper rifle, this shot was almost as good as pulling out the scope with the AK.

From the direction of the long box, the third CT who heard the commotion in the middle and tried to finish off the enemy had just peeked out!

boom--!
A third shot rang out!
The third headshot!
Three kills!

However, the killing intent did not cease!
From direction B, a flashbang was suddenly launched high into the air!

Just as the white light was about to explode, Syrson seemed to have been prepared and suddenly turned his head to the side!
Backlighting successful!

But the next moment, before the CTs connected to B could come over and clear him out, Syrson took the initiative to pull him out!

boom--!
The sniper rifle bullets burst forth!

Blood splattered everywhere!
Another shot to the head!

4 kill!

A solo quadra kill!
With this one and a half minutes left, T already had the victory in his grasp!

Meng Lang was slightly taken aback.

What a cool bird sniper rifle!
Speaking of which, Meng Lang used to be a main sniper, but he didn't play the sniper rifle very often.

In contrast, he prefers to collect sniper rifles because he loves their devastating firepower and the oppressive feeling of a decisive blow!
He never imagined that anyone could wield a sniper rifle with such a tempestuous, continuous killing rhythm—the sniper rifle was transformed into a spinning top as it pushed forward to B short, making full use of its flexibility and mobility!

Especially the scene where the two snipers actively peeked out to find people to kill at the end, which gave Meng Lang a sense of déjà vu.

is his!
It's also from Donk!
This is a bird-sniper rifle; a headshot is all it takes for an instant kill. Now, enter syrsoN's body and use what you've just learned to carry out this mid-lane push and slaughter!

[System notification: Upon the host's death, a time reversal will be triggered until the enemy forces directly enter the B bomb site. Only then will time resume its normal flow, and the host will exit the meditation space!]

This time, Meng Lang didn't feel too much pressure, after all, he had been a sniper before.

He is confident that his major is relevant to his field of expertise, and he is very confident in his area of ​​expertise.

At this moment, looking at the system notification in his mind, he even felt a sense of eagerness to try it out!

Set yourself a small goal!

Ten lives!

Ten lives, quick as lightning!

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(End of this chapter)