Picking Up Fragments

"Sigh, my IG PUBG team really isn't doing well. They can't even qualify for the world tournament. I'm thinking of replacing them all next year," the principal sighed.

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His two favorite games were LOL and PUBG.

LOL made him proud by winning the world championship.

But when it came to PUBG, his team was like idiots, unable to even qualify.

This was something the proud and ambitious principal could not accept.

"Ming God, are you interested in switching teams? Name your salary," the principal immediately tried to poach from 4AM.

The 4AM manager watching the stream felt a jolt—"name your salary" was definitely the style of the son of the richest man. Who knows if Jiang Siming would be tempted by the offer?

But Jiang Siming didn't ask about the salary limit or whether he would agree. He just casually replied, "I'm a man you can't have."

Pff~

Everyone burst into laughter, and even the principal quickly laughed and cursed, "Who the hell wants you as a man? I want your skills!"

"Still no deal."

"Fine, I didn't want you anyway."

"Alright, let's just play the game."

Everyone realized Jiang Siming was cleverly dodging the topic by joking around. What a sly move!

As the plane took off, Cheng He's mic was open on all-team voice chat, and the YY was on auto-speak, so they could hear the other players on the plane.

"4AM rocks!"

"World champions are awesome!"

"Today, I'm Ming God, I'll crush your heads!"

"I've been practicing Ming God's instant sniper shots. Once I master it, you're all dead!"

"Before every drop, I chant: 'Ming God rocks! Divine power upon me!'"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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These weren't stream followers; they didn't even know they were queued with Jiang Siming.

This was the "trending style" in the Asia server right now—every game you'd hear people shouting "4AM rocks."

Clearly, the championship hype hadn't died down yet; it was still a hot topic of conversation.

Even foreign servers were affected by the championship fever, though abroad they rarely discussed 4AM—they only talked about Jiang Siming.

A championship team comes along every year, but Ming might be a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon.

Jiang Siming's personal highlight reels from the tournaments had amassed terrifying view counts in the tens of millions on foreign gaming video sites, dominating all the leaderboards.

Total popularity rankings, total views, total favorites, total shares, and total comments.

He ranked first in all of them!

This highlight reel, in the eyes of foreign players, represented the pinnacle of PUBG gameplay.

It had become the go-to source for PUBG players worldwide to study top-tier skills, which explained its extraordinary video stats.

"Man, that's incredible. When will someone shout 'Cheng He rocks' on a plane like that?" Cheng He said, enviously.

He felt that even as a big celebrity, he might not have as much popularity as Jiang Siming at the moment.

It wasn't just his popularity in gaming; Jiang Siming's three songs were also exploding in the entertainment industry.

Especially after the release of "Luzhou Moon," Jiang Siming had gained a considerable number of music fans.

On various music platforms, all three of Jiang Siming's songs were on the hot search and new song charts.

"Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles" and "One Person's Paris" were ranked around ninth and tenth.

But "Luzhou Moon" was ranked first everywhere! Insane!

"My dream is to pull off some sick play and have people accuse me of cheating. That would be enough to make me happy," Lin Dog joked.

"Ming God, mark a spot, don't pay attention to these two delusional guys," the principal didn't want to waste time chatting and was eager to get on with the game.

Jiang Siming casually marked a spot, and the four flew toward it.

"Damn! Two squads!" Lin Dog instantly chickened out.

The principal angrily cursed, "What the hell are you scared of? Not even the world champion can save your cowardice! You're always like this in every game."

Lin Dog chuckled but wasn't upset. He and the principal had that kind of relationship—good buddies who could curse at each other freely.

"No way, I'm sticking with Ming God. If I follow him, I won't die," Cheng He declared, sounding like he knew what he was doing.

It was true. Including the principal and Lin Dog, they all decided not to go anywhere else but to follow Jiang Siming closely.

"With a world champion leading the way, how could you not follow closely behind? Are you thinking about going solo? What are you thinking!"

Jiang Siming landed quickly, picked up the G36C, a weapon unique to the snowy map, and walked out, while the others were still parachuting in the sky.

Aiming at the sky, he calmly stood on the ground and started shooting.

Tat-tat-tat.

The sound of the G36C assault rifle was a bit like the engine of an old bus—hoarse and low, but it sounded great.

With one burst of shots, a team and a half of enemies fell from the sky.

The audience was thrilled, the familiar Ming God, playing his bird-shooting game!

You never saw this in world tournaments, because no one would dare to land in the same spot as Jiang Siming.

There were still two enemies left, but they were too far away, and Jiang Siming didn't bother to chase them.

After landing, Cheng He and the other two saw the six fallen players on the ground. They were so excited they didn't even want to pick up guns; instead, they ran over to punch the enemies to finish them off.

Even though they didn't get the kills, the feeling of landing and being able to finish off players was just too satisfying.

Honestly, they might not even kill this many people in a whole day of gaming, so they wanted to savor the moment!

"Lin Dog, don't you dare finish them all off! Leave two for me!" The principal had only managed to finish off one and was furious.

Lin Dog didn't care; after finishing off the enemies, he ran to the buildings to loot, leaving the principal both angry and amused. Swearing under his breath, he followed to search for equipment.

Because these three big personalities were so down-to-earth, the game was filled with funny moments.

The audience watched Jiang Siming's godly plays while also enjoying the banter and love-hate relationship between Lin Dog, the principal, and Cheng He. The live stream was fantastic!

Out of the six loot boxes, there was only one white fragment left on the ground.

"Picked up [Snowfield Tracking Skill] White Fragment *1 (1/1), fragment count complete, ready for immediate use."

Sigh, he missed the London tournament. If this were a tournament, at least three of those boxes would have given him fragments, and all of them would have been good stuff.

But better than nothing, Jiang Siming picked it up and returned to the buildings to continue looting.

The four of them started chatting casually, not paying any attention to the two remaining players in the area.

"Ming God, what about the song collaboration with J I mentioned last time? Are you going to accept it or not? J really appreciates you," the principal asked.

"It would be an honor to collaborate with J, but I don't have any suitable songs for him at the moment. If I come up with something that fits, I'll contact him first."

"Alright, no problem," the principal understood immediately and decisively dropped the subject.

Many viewers were confused, unsure what Jiang Siming's words meant.

It wasn't that Jiang Siming didn't want to collaborate with J. After all, who was J? He was a legend in the Chinese music scene, known as the 'walking CD,' the prince of love songs, and the youth of a generation.

Being approached for a song by J was, of course, something that made Jiang Siming happy.

But since J was using the principal to relay the message, it wasn't clear if that was his true intention.

Besides, if J really wanted to collaborate, it wouldn't be hard for someone of his status to get Jiang Siming's contact information.

But JJ hadn't done that, and Jiang Siming hadn't received any direct calls from him.