The Beautiful Time With You Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Frenzied Slaughter (1)

Translator: StarveCleric Editor: StarveCleric

[111111]: What a coincidence, I also met a lunatic today!

s.h.i.+ Yao never expected that Mister Numbers would be the one to reply to her.

She had been acquainted with Mister Numbers and the others for about two days now, and they had played more than ten hours of PUBG together, but this was the very first time he’d talked to her.

s.h.i.+ Yao stared at her phone screen incredulously, and after confirming three times that she wasn’t seeing things, she replied: [That sure is a huge coincidence.]

s.h.i.+ Yao thought that the conversation would end right there, but to her surprise, yet another notification popped up on her phone screen.

[111111]: Yeah.

A single word. Even through the screen, s.h.i.+ Yao could vividly feel the perfunctory intentions behind the message.

She was afraid that the atmosphere in the group would turn awkward if she didn’t reply, but she also had no idea how to respond to [111111]’s words. Racking her brain for some time, she concluded that a person who could make the reticent Mister Numbers speak up was no doubt a lunatic profoundly skilled in the Art of Lunacy, so she tapped on her keyboard and replied: [The lunatic you met must be more of a lunatic than the lunatic I met O(∩_∩)O~ ]

[111111] didn’t respond.

s.h.i.+ Yao heaved a sigh of relief.

As expected of a master, even speaking to him required her to think hard. It was fortunate that he didn’t speak any more than that.

Even though [111111] didn’t respond to s.h.i.+ Yao, the atmosphere in the chat group didn’t turn awkward. This was because [Expert of the Monkeys] joined in at this moment. [Sis Yao, Juice and I just ended our Duo match. Are you coming?]

It was still early, and there was still some time before her bedtime. Plus, she didn’t have any lessons tomorrow morning so she could sleep in. Thus, s.h.i.+ Yao replied: [Alright, I’ll log in to the game now.]

As soon as s.h.i.+ Yao logged on, a notification popped up on the screen:

[Juice] invited you to a team.

Shortly after entering the room, s.h.i.+ Yao heard [Expert Of The Monkeys]’s voice, “Boss, we’re still lacking a player. Are you coming?”

[111111] didn’t respond.

[Juice]: “Come and play two rounds, boss?”

[Expert Of The Monkeys]: “Yeah. It’s still early, what else are you going to do?”

Perhaps it was just s.h.i.+ Yao’s imagination, but there seemed to be something different with [Expert Of The Monkeys] and [Juice]’s tones today. It felt a little… a little… s.h.i.+ Yao pondered for a moment, but she couldn’t find a suitable adjective to describe it.

They seemed to have convinced [111111] because s.h.i.+ Yao could hear the vague melody of the game’s login BGM. ¹ Following which, [111111] joined the team as well.

[Juice] started the game.

On the plane, s.h.i.+ Yao noted that no one had marked down the jumping coordinates, so she asked, “Where are we going to jump?”

Ten seconds later, [Expert of the Monkeys] gave a brief reply, which was strange given his talkative nature, “Primorsk should do.”

Usually, when they played, [Expert of the Monkeys] and [Juice] would always have endless words to say, but today’s voice chat was unnervingly quiet. Even the usual tribute offering throughout the game— ‘Sis Yao, there’s a Med Kit for you here, come over and get it’, ‘Sis Yao, there’s a Level 3 Military Vest here, come over’ —had lessened considerably.