Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Mo Ye repeated, "I'm telling the truth..."

"Fine, you're ruthless." Shen Qing looked hurt, slipped on her flip-flops backwards, climbed back into bed, pulled the covers over her head, and muttered in a low voice:

"Get lost, we're no longer friends. Don't talk to people who think they're winners in life, I need some peace and quiet."

Wang Jie shook his head, sighed, climbed back to his bunk, put on his blindfold, as if to isolate himself from this world full of "lies".

Mo Ye looked at his two dramatic roommates who had instantly "laid down" and smiled helplessly. He walked to his desk, sat down, and turned on his computer.

The crisp sound of keyboard typing soon filled the quiet dormitory.

Shen Qing, who had just "lay down" for a short while, suddenly sat up again, gripping the railing and looking down:

"No way, Mo Ye? He just got back and he's already causing trouble? Does he want to kill us all?"

You have a wife and kids, a warm bed, and you're still working so hard. Can't you leave us a way to survive?

He seemed inspired, so he climbed down and turned on his computer:

"Damn it, I'm going to work hard too! I'm quitting games starting today!"

Wang Jie's voice drifted softly from the upper bunk:

"If someone more talented than you is working even harder than you, what's the point of your efforts?"

A cushion landed squarely on Shen Qing's head. "Go back to sleep. Don't create anxiety."

Shen Qing flinched from the impact, glanced at Mo Ye typing away at his code, then at Wang Jie calmly catching up on sleep on the upper bunk, weighed her options for a fraction of a second, and decisively grabbed her body pillow:

"Alright! Brother Jie is right! I'll rest now!" He quickly climbed back up.

Soon, his deliberately heavier breathing, meant to indicate that he was "sound asleep," filled the dormitory room.

Mo Ye smiled slightly, shook his head, and continued to focus on the world of code on the screen.

Long, slender fingers danced across the keyboard with fluid, effortless grace.

However, not long after, his computer screen suddenly flickered without warning, as if it had been forcibly invaded by something.

Immediately afterwards, four bold, oversized artistic characters occupied the center of the screen:

Apprentice logs in

Mo Ye: "..."

Without a doubt, there is only one person in the entire world who would use this method and has the technology to "greet" him.

He didn't even need to do anything; the computer seemed to have been remotely taken over, automatically skipping the login screen and directly entering a team room in a game.

A game character with the ID "[Your Dad Before He Died]" was already waiting there, with a smug emoticon floating above his head.

Mo Ye sighed and resignedly put on his headphones.

As soon as the call connected, a loud, slightly impatient voice burst out, accompanied by the intense sounds of gunfire in the background:

"You brat! What are you dawdling for? How dare you delay when your master summons you? Hurry up! Log on!"

"Master," Mo Ye tried to reason with him, "I still need to code, the project..."

"Go ahead and play a few rounds! You already know how to do it! The rest is just a matter of time, there's no rush!"

Ye Qin interrupted him, her tone self-righteous:

"Quick! Play a couple of rounds with the master! Damn it, we've lost a lot of points again!"

Those teammates were absolutely incompetent! They were infuriating! Quick, quick, save my points!

Mo Ye listened to the familiar angry complaints and sounds of "gunfire" coming from his headphones, and was speechless.

His master's skills... well, you can't say he had none, but they were extremely unpredictable and inconsistent.

Unfortunately, he has a severe addiction and an even more explosive temper.

Mo Ye had pulled him up from the low ranks countless times, but he could only maintain that for a few days before he could single-handedly lead his teammates back down, and the cycle repeated itself.

The game started quickly, on a classic bomb defusal map.

"My disciple, follow me! Your master will lead you to conquer point A!" Your father, before he died, grabbed a rifle and charged forward menacingly.

Mo Ye was about to warn him about potential tricks when a barrage of angry curses exploded in his earpiece:

"Oh my god! You sneaky bastard! You were lying in wait for me here? No sportsmanship! You attacked me! Ahhh, I'm done for!"

"Mo Ye! A Elementary School! Right around that corner! Your father's killer is there! Avenge your master!!"

Mo Ye: "..."

He calmly switched to his sniper rifle, scoped in, and steadily aimed the crosshair towards point A.

Sure enough, they saw an enemy furtively setting up a gun.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Aim right? Smash his head!" Ye Qin was even more excited than the person on the scene from the spectator's perspective.

Mo Ye suddenly put away the mirror, and with a nimble sidestep, silently turned to the other side of the path.

Ye Qin's voice immediately rose:

"Hey, hey, hey? Mo Ye, where are you going? Aren't you going to avenge your enemy?"

"Oh my god, you unfilial son! You're letting your father's killer go free!"

Mo Ye was too lazy to respond.

Years of experience have taught him that when playing games with his mentor, remaining silent is the best strategy to maintain the lifespan of his headphones and his own mental stability.

With his accurate marksmanship and awareness, he quickly opened up the situation on the other side and successfully won the point.

In the next round, Ye Qin's voice was filled with new hope:

"Disciple! This time, let's team up, sandwich them! You sneak down the banana path, I'll go through the corridor, and we'll trap them like turtles in a jar!"

Mo Ye hummed in agreement and did as instructed.

As soon as I reached the outer edge of Zone B, I heard at least three different footsteps and the sound of items being thrown coming from inside.

He instantly realized that the enemy was heavily defending the area, so he immediately retreated while reporting the enemy's position: "There are many people in area B, at least three. I suggest you move to another area."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ye Qin's bold voice rang out in the earphones, "Watch this!"

This was followed by intense gunfire, muffled groans of those hit, and Ye Qin's furious roar:

"You traitor! You're even more of a traitor than that guy surnamed Lü! I was practically firing my gun to keep you firing, and you just slipped away faster than a rabbit! We're done for, we've lost another point!"

As expected, a message indicating that the round had failed quickly popped up on the screen.

Another round begins. Ye Qin seems to have adjusted his strategy, his tone becoming somewhat coaxing:

"Come on, my good apprentice, this time you'll pick up a rifle, stop with the sniper, let's break through the middle together... I mean, let's launch a mid-lane assault!"

Mo Ye changed guns as instructed. The two encountered the enemy in the middle lane. Mo Ye reacted extremely quickly, instantly mowing down one enemy, but the second enemy dodged quickly and was only crippled.

"Window has low health, 96!" Mo Ye immediately reported the information.

"Watch me!" Ye Qin's voice was full of confidence. His character flashed out, and the gun spitting fire.

"Bang!"

A crisp AWP shot rang out from the other side.

On Mo Ye's screen, his teammate [Your Dad Before He Died]'s health bar was instantly emptied, turning into a gray death view.

A brief silence fell over the headphones.

Then, Ye Qin's dry voice came:

"...Um, the network's a bit unstable today. My disciple, how about...we continue next round?"

Mo Ye looked at his master's "cool for no more than three seconds" fall on the screen and finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

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