Fake Account, Right?

"I see someone! Let's hide quickly, don't panic."

After spotting Jiang Siming's figure, Da Sima didn't even think and immediately hid behind a tree.

Da Sima has a funny habit when playing games—he rarely looks at the chat. Since he's older, he has to stay fully focused while gaming.

Let alone a game like PUBG, which for him is an 'SSS-level' difficulty shooter.

In PUBG, if there were a ranking for quitting the game quickly, Da Sima would be the undisputed number one.

At this moment, Jiang Siming seemed completely unaware and kept walking toward Da Sima's position.

"That guy's stance looks unsteady. Let's ambush him. Don't shoot yet—let's see what he does."

Da Sima was secretly thrilled, muttering to himself while staring at the screen, imagining the exhilarating feeling of getting a kill in a high-ranked match.

Once he succeeded, even if people called him bad at PUBG, he could proudly say, "I got a kill in my first top-tier match. What do you have to say now?"