CS: I became Top 1 by grinding my skill level

Judging from the fact that her feet couldn't touch the floor while she was lying on the back of the gaming chair, Han Tian estimated that the girl's height was probably no more than 1.65 meters.

Looking at the girl's hair, bent under the weight of her headphones, Han Tian noticed that her hairstyle seemed a bit unusual—short but very voluminous, like a mullet crawling around...

"Isn't this the trendy mullet/wolf tail hairstyle?" It wasn't until he saw the little braid at the back of the girl's neck that Han Tian remembered the video he had recommended to himself on Bilibili, "Recommendations for Cool and Sweet Girl Hairstyles".

She was wearing a white T-shirt, and it seemed like there was something printed in the middle of the T-shirt... well, that area is fairly well-developed, but there's still room for improvement.

Han Tian tilted his head slightly downwards and finally saw that the T-shirt was printed with a cat head pattern.

She was wearing loose black denim shorts with an unknown logo. Below her fair and smooth calves, two small feet wearing white short cotton socks and what appeared to be a pair of burgundy Converse shoes from a collaboration were swinging back and forth under the table.

"Don't stare at me! It makes me nervous!"

The girl's clear voice rang out; it turned out she had already noticed Han Tian's arrival.

"So, if I accidentally looked into the middle of her T-shirt...did she see me too?" Han Tian was genuinely embarrassed now. He swore that he had only wanted to satisfy his curiosity and see what was printed on her T-shirt.

"Forget it, let's see how well she plays the game."

Han Tian, ​​shameless as ever, turned his gaze to the computer screen.

In the game, the girl is currently located on the banana path in the Infernal Town map.

As a CT scan specialist, she clearly had over six thousand yuan on her, but at this moment she only had a stun gun, squatting behind the stone slab and waiting quietly.

Han Tian rubbed his forehead slightly.

No wonder she had the energy to find herself behind her; it turns out she was a scheming, treacherous sixth brother.

"Ta-da!"

Footsteps sounded on the banana path; bandits were approaching. Judging by the casual display of footsteps, Han Tian guessed this wasn't a high-level match.

"Shh!" The girl kept her eyes on the screen, took her left hand off the keyboard, and put a finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture.

"ah--"

The sound of a stun gun killing an enemy rang out, but then the girl was killed by another bandit following behind, who charged her in the face with a bison.

"Hahaha, finally electrocuted one!"

The girl straightened up and let out a melodious, bell-like laugh, but to Han Tian, ​​it sounded like the sinister laugh of Lao Liu after successfully tricking someone.

Suddenly, the girl's sinister laughter stopped abruptly, as a slender finger pressed down on her TAB scoreboard.

"1 kill, 1 assist, 11 deaths..."

"You're... more or less a cancer."

Han Tian had been wondering about this all along; on the scoreboard, the girls' team was down 4-15 to the opposing team.

This girl wouldn't give her teammates guns, and instead kept using the stun gun to shock people from corners. Surprisingly, this toxic player only managed to kill one person the entire game—the one who was just electrocuted.

As a CS enthusiast, Han Tian could no longer tolerate this toxic behavior and instinctively spoke up to stop it.

"Hey you pervert, where were you staring at just now?!"

Han Tian's rant finally pushed the girl's anger to its peak. She turned around abruptly, wanting to see what this weirdo who was bossing her around in her game looked like.

She opened her eyes wide and stared straight at him.

Those were amber eyes, the bright pupils darting around as they stared at Han Tian, ​​their cunning eyes like a rabbit finding tender grass.

There was no light source reflecting around, but the moment her eyes met Han Tian's, her long eyelashes suddenly curled up, and her star-like eyes suddenly burst with light.

"An old man?"

"Um?"

Han Tian didn't understand why the girl suddenly blurted out "old man" after making eye contact with him.

"Hahaha! I mean..."

"It's so strange! You look like you haven't even grown any hair yet, but your eyes are like an old man's, like you're looking at everything with a kind of indifference..."

"Are you pretending to be deep and brooding after a breakup? Come on! Tell me about it and let me have a laugh."

Before Han Tian could react, the girl's snow-white face came closer, and above her delicate nose, her mischievous almond eyes blinked.

At the same time, a fragrant breeze carrying a faint scent of orange soda wafted over.

Han Tian was startled by the girl's suddenly close face and quickly shrank back.

Looking at the sharp-witted girl in front of him, Han Tian was speechless. He calculated his age in his mind. He was thirty-eight years old before the transmigration and seventeen years old after the transmigration. If he added the two ages together, he should indeed be an old man in his fifties. In a sense, Han Tian is now an old man who is trying hard to play the role of a teenager.

In the past, even Du Sinian, who was confident in his ability to judge people, had not noticed the indifference in Han Tian's eyes, but today, the playful girl in front of him caught it at a glance.

"He possesses a terrifyingly keen insight."

"Huh? Speaking of Du Sinian, the captain seemed to have mentioned that his sister was coming, right? Is it... today?? Then this is..." Han Tiancai remembered what the captain had said the day before yesterday. It seemed that the training and ranking matches had been alternating non-stop these past few days, and the intensity had indeed increased. His head was spinning.

"You... must be our manager. Nice to meet you. My name is Han Tian, ​​and I'm the free agent for our team."

"Hahaha, Manager! Yes!! And I'm your coach too!!"

The team leader's younger sister seemed to appreciate the word "manager" that Han Tian used, and had already reached up to pat Han Tian on the shoulder.

But suddenly, she stopped. Her eyebrows arched, as if she had suddenly remembered something. Then she took out a small notebook from the pocket of her loose denim shorts, took out the pen clipped to the notebook, flipped through three pages, and stopped at the page with the words "Han Tian" written on it. Her small eyes darted around, and then she started writing.

Because of the height difference, Han Tian didn't even need to peek out; he could tell what the girl had written just by glancing down at the corner of his eye.

"Han Tian has low emotional intelligence, seems to be heartbroken, and has abnormal tendencies. You should apply for a psychologist to intervene as soon as possible."

Han Tian was speechless. It seemed that being too perceptive wasn't a good thing. Was being perceptive to the point of making up stories?

"No, sis! I'm watching from the sidelines, can't you please respect my feelings?"

Han Tian finally couldn't hold back any longer and protested.

"no problem!"

The girl blinked, gave an "OK" sign—then turned around, put her notebook in her pocket, and continued writing: "My ability to make sarcastic remarks is exceptionally strong; I should apply for a pair of glasses."

Han Tian smiled, just as he was about to say something to quickly bring this perceptive woman back on track.

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

Du Sinian got up quite early today because his sister told him she would arrive at the airport around 10 a.m., and he had to drive an hour early to pick up his little devil.

He had only intended to come to the training room to say hello to Han Tian. He opened half of the door and saw Han Tian standing at the door.

"Hey! Young man, you're here so early again!"

As he pulled back the other half of the screen, a girl with her back to him appeared to be drawing or writing. Wait a minute, that back view looks so familiar...

"boom--"

Du Sinian slammed the door shut, turned around, and said, "3, 2, 1, let's go."