Love and Romance in CrossFire (Part 1)

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Love and Romance in CrossFire

I used to play CS (Counter-Strike) a lot. Because my skills were so advanced, many professional managers even approached me to play professionally.
However, the profession of a gamer was too avant-garde and not accepted by my family, so I had to obediently finish university.

After graduating, I found a 9-to-5 job. I'm a bit of a homebody; I don't smoke, I don't
drink, and I never go to brothels. It seems that besides surfing the internet and playing CS, I don't have any other hobbies.
So, after work, internet cafes became my second place of rest. I estimate that I spent
more time in internet cafes than at home during those years.

When I excitedly carried my CS gear to the internet cafe, I found everyone playing CS.
I was quite happy, thinking that CS still had so many players after all these years.

But upon closer inspection, it didn't seem quite right. Although the map looked similar, the graphics were much better than CS. I had heard from classmates
that a game called CF (CrossFire) had come out in recent years, and many CS players had switched to CF.

But I'm a very stubborn, persistent, and focused person. I only play one game. I can switch, but
I must stick to one.

I can't play every game. I feel that wouldn't allow me to master any game, and it would be a waste of
time .

More importantly, I've never been in a relationship. When I'm bored or lonely, I play games to pass the time .
You could say that in my world, CS plays the role of my girlfriend.

Although a girlfriend isn't a mother, and you can't change her, I really can't have multiple relationships at the same time.

That's why I only ever play one game. I've been teased by my classmates many times for this, but
I still haven't changed.

This is probably why I'm so skilled at CS. I don't want to be exhausted from work,
then get beaten to a pulp playing games after work. I'd rather sleep.

CS is different from CF; you can directly enter a server to play. CS servers are rented out for
tournaments . For casual entertainment, you need to use a network software: HaoFang. But in recent years, many people have switched to CF.
HaoFang has fewer and fewer users. Except for weekends, there are hardly any people on weekdays. CS rooms can only accommodate
a maximum of 32 players, and are almost never full. Moreover, the number of veteran players is dwindling. Opponents
are becoming fewer and fewer. You can practically reach first place with just the Enter key.

This is the contradiction and tragedy of a skilled player. The contradiction is that everyone wants to be
a master in a game, but when you have few opponents, you feel lonely, even bored. Games are meant to alleviate loneliness
and boredom. If playing games is still boring, what's the point?

It's like a mountaineer who has reached the summit. What do you think they'll do next? I guess they might
jump. Because when your ideal is realized, you lose your direction in life.

Looking at my overwhelmingly superior stats, I suddenly felt lost. Maybe I should switch games; my CS journey
has come to an end. From the first time I played this game until now, almost all my classmates and friends have switched to
CF or League of Legends.

To them, CS might just be another game, no different from any other. But
for me, there's an emotional connection, something akin to a girlfriend. I dare not give up easily.

Suddenly, I heard someone in the game say, "Hey, you in first place, what cheat are you using?" (Press K in CS so both sides
can hear you). I pressed Tab to check, and I was indeed in first place, but the second place was far behind.

I've heard this kind of questioning too many times, so I wasn't angry. I just asked back, "Then what cheat am I using?"

Someone named www said, "Starting to show off again, huh? Do you think everyone's blind?

Headless, brainless, clueless, ignorant, short for www, right?" I asked back, "

Damn it!" Before that person could finish their sentence, another person chimed in, "You're using an aimbot headshot tool
..."

I pressed Tab and saw it was someone named jb saying that. "

You seem very experienced? You use it often, right? Dude." "

Go to hell, damn it, it's Street Fighter, okay? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. Have you even played it? You country bumpkin." "

Haha, no wonder you sound so childish. Dude, are you still breastfeeding? Street Fighter?
A child from the Mao Zedong era?"

Damn, cheater, I can't be bothered to talk to you...

Then my computer went black, and the screen displayed: by kicked!

Ugh, I got kicked by the host. In CS, the host only needs to type the command `kick
# id` in the console to kick someone.

I'd been sticking with CS for so long, and the moment I was kicked, I felt like giving up. Even though I'd been
kicked countless times before, I'd never thought of quitting.

It's like a devoted person, wholeheartedly loving their girlfriend, but
there are who are prettier and gentler than their girlfriend and interested in them.

Compared to her, their girlfriend pales in comparison. Over time, even
the most devoted man will waver. Especially when arguing with his girlfriend.

All my friends have switched to playing CF, while my CS is constantly being restricted, and like-minded
people are becoming increasingly rare. It's understandable that I'm considering quitting.

Damn, that was accurate, that idiot. He shot me again. I was jolted awake from
my thoughts .

I turned my head and saw a young girl with dyed yellow hair sitting to my left: a cigarette dangling from her lips,
several earrings adorning her small ears. She wore smoky eye makeup, seemingly mature, but her youthful features and unremarkable figure
clearly indicated she was only sixteen or seventeen.

Looking at her screen, I saw she was playing CrossFire. It was the Dust2 map; I later learned that
in CrossFire, this map is called Dust II. "

What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a girl play CrossFire before? What era are we living in? Damn, you're still playing CS with equipment
? I disliked you the moment you walked in

, damn it..." The girl launched into a tirade. "First, I wasn't looking at you or watching you play, because you were lying on the ground in the game, there's nothing to see
. Second, I've seen plenty of girls playing games, but you, I just learned your gender from you.

Third, I was just about to switch games, still considering which one, thanks for reminding me, I understand."

Wow, you're trying to be pretentious and show off. You're just trying to be unique and get my attention. If you want to hit on me, just say so.
So corny…

I'm completely confused by this little punk. I got kicked from a game, and looking around is a natural
instinct . Now she's accusing me of intentionally trying to pick up girls.

But arguing with a girl in public isn't a wise move. I could only helplessly say, "Internet is expensive
, let's not waste time arguing, okay?" I ignored her, closed CS, and opened CF. This
game allows direct login with QQ, saving the hassle of registration. When choosing a server, I inexplicably
clicked on Shanghai Telecom Server 2.

Entering the game required a name, and even after entering dozens of names, it kept saying I needed a unique
name. It seems CF and CS are completely different. In CF, names are unique and can't be
changed , while in CS you can change your name every game, even if you have the same name.

After finally changing my name, I had to buy a gun as soon as I entered the game. Because I've only ever played CS before, I'm a bit
averse to CF. So I really can't figure it out right away.

"Idiot, did you just come from the mountains, or were you just released from prison? You can't even do this. Uncle, you're
out of touch with society." The girl on the left died in the game again and couldn't help but say this when she saw me messing around with CF.

I turned to look at her, and to be honest, I only glanced at her casually before. Now that I look closely,
she's actually quite pretty. She might even look better without makeup, leaving a regrettable oversight. "What a pity
..." I murmured. "What a pity?" The girl looked warily at her chest: lace, frills, a
little bow, everything, except no cleavage.

"You, you..." The girl thought I meant her small breasts when I said "what a pity."

She was about to explode in anger. "Don't judge me by my own standards, okay? I mean, I'm neither a mountain boy nor a prisoner.
I'm just a recent college graduate. Just consider me a bookworm who's gone crazy from studying. Don't stoop to my level."

It's not that I'm afraid of her, it's just that this internet cafe is near where I live, and I'll be coming here often. These
little punks can say anything when they're angry. People who don't know better might think I'm harassing her, which is bad.

That's more like it. Seeing how sincere you are, I'll reluctantly teach you.

A lot of the equipment here costs money, but since you're new, let's practice with the GP gun first. Damn it,
I hate it when people waste equipment. The little punk said seriously.

I looked at her computer screen, her permanent gear from knives to guns, and her instant-death performance every time
. I was speechless at what she just said.

AK or M4?

AK!

It's .74, not .47. It's similar to the one in CS, the AK-47, but you need to be a corporal to buy it, your
rank is too low.

Okay, then, M4 it is, I said as a compromise.

I'm equally skilled with both AK and M4 in CS, but I prefer the feeling of a headshot with the AK.

The young woman quickly got me set up.

I was eager to find out how the bullet trajectories differed between CF and CS. "

Come on, let's raid room 230, I'll teach you." She was getting crushed and wanted to use me, a complete
newbie, to bully her.

I glanced at her and saw her eerie smile—just as I suspected.

I entered the room and saw a room created by someone named "遺夨dê純眞". "

Is that you?" I typed.

"Yes, enough chit-chat, get ready, let me teach you."

Entering the game, I saw a very small map, similar to Blood in CS.

The controls were almost identical to CS. After a few jumps, I found no problems with movement. So I quickly
adapted to the controls. Just as I was about to leave the base, I saw the young woman type a line on the screen: "You should become my apprentice." Although
many people want to become my apprentices, I never accept disciples, but you're lucky today.

Haha, so you finally found someone even worse than you? Only a newbie could do that. Haha, I quickly
sent that message.

You, you… don't bite the hand that feeds you. I was just trying to help you, and you… The little punk was so angry she was incoherent. Okay, you
're the first person I met while playing CF, and you've helped me before. Fine, I'll become your apprentice, okay? I was afraid she'd leave without
anyone to practice shooting with, so I quickly smoothed things over.

That's more like it, call me master! The little punk was relentless, master…

haha, good apprentice, come out. Let your master teach you how to shoot.

I came out of the base with my M4, clicked the right mouse button a few times but nothing happened.

Why can't I put on a silencer? I asked the little punk.

Haha, you're so cute. You think you're playing CS? You can just click the right mouse button and put on a shield? What does Ma Huateng eat?

You have to pay for it, okay? The little punk burst out laughing.

If you don't click the right mouse button, what do you use to put it on? Your hand or your mouth? I teased her, continuing her line of thought.

Of course, I'll use… you! The young woman was about to give a serious explanation when she suddenly realized my words had a double meaning. "

I know, Master. That silenced M4 costs real money."

Although I'd never played CF before, in college, I'd heard my
roommates who'd switched from CS to CF cursing Tencent (the game's developer) for being greedy and demanding, especially for silencers. They even
wanted to break a gun into seven or eight pieces and charge for each section.

The fact that she understood me indirectly confirmed that she'd probably taken quite a few "
bullets .

I pressed Tab, and her level was surprisingly high—five gold stars. Probably
the marshal level my classmates talked about. I had a smiley face.

"Master's level is really high, truly a 'battlefield veteran'." While praising her, I was also thinking about her practicing shooting with others in
bed , unconsciously turning my sincere praise into a double meaning.

"You want to die...?" Before the punk girl could even finish typing half of her message, I felt a piercing
pain in my left arm! My left arm was bright red from where she'd pinched it.

Okay, Master, enough joking, let's play the game.

The words may feel good, but the pain in my arm is real. Weighing it up, it's not worth it, so I quickly shifted the
focus.

I tried firing a few shots at the wall, and the second shot missed! The spray was even worse, the bullet trajectory was completely off...
There's no comparison. You know, I'm a master with the M4 in CS.

My confidence crumbled instantly. I thought switching from CS to CF would allow me to quickly inherit the skills.
Now it seems I really have to start from scratch?

"Headshot!" A golden skull appeared on the screen. I got headshot by that girl.

First time headshotting someone, huh? I deliberately provoked her.

Hmph~ I don't want to talk to you, you'll get what's coming to you later. She replied almost instantly, her typing speed wasn't slow either.

For over ten rounds, I only needed a few shots before she headshot me. If I hadn't seen her getting wrecked in bomb defusal
mode , I would have really thought she was a pro.

After 40 rounds, except for a few times when her gun ran out of bullets and I managed to kill her with stray bullets, she didn't
die. "

How about that? Impressed now? Am I worthy to be your teacher?" the girl mocked. "

Well, you're good, then help me practice my aim." "Master is so skilled, and your disciple is so bad, it'll damage your
reputation, won't it?"

I flattered her without missing a beat.

"That's right, let's practice with this map. I used to... never mind, I won't go into details." "Keep practicing." The girl
hesitated before speaking.

This time, she switched the map to time mode, setting it to the maximum of 12 minutes.

After playing two rounds, her phone rang. "

You play by yourself, I have to go now. I might come back later, anyway, the machine is already booked for the whole night and I can't log out.
I won't download the game, there's equipment in it, if you want to play, play on my account. Just log out before you leave.

Add me as a friend in the game, send me your QQ password, I'll get you an
account later when I have time, your level is too low. People will look down on you." After saying that, the girl left in a hurry.

She really trusts me. Originally, I wanted to just download the game for her. I really don't need the equipment,
I don't need those things.

But then I thought, isn't this perfect, I can use her account to open a room, set it so no one can join. I spent some time alone
studying bullet trajectories.

After several attempts, I realized that the bullet trajectories in CF and CS are actually about 70-80% similar. The only difference is that the M4
's recoil rises earlier in bursts. In CS, whether it's single-shot, double-shot, or three-round bursts, there's almost no recoil.
In CF, single-shots are okay, but the recoil rises from the second bullet. The spray patterns differ even more. In CS, the M4's
spray pattern is very easy to control. But in CF, not only is the recoil increased, but there's also more randomness and
irregularity. This makes the M4's dominant spray control in CS almost useless in CF. However, the general bullet
trajectory is still a T-shape.

I told myself that I never really understood bullet trajectories in CS; all my deepest and most thorough
understanding was replaced with CF knowledge. The bullet trajectory conclusions I reached were based on CS.
After practicing bullet trajectories alone against the wall and the sky for several hours, I felt different. It was as if years of CS skills
had been replaced by CF techniques.

This is why many of my friends found it hard to believe. They all thought I became
a pro . They all said I was the best example of someone transitioning from CS to CF.

After completing the ballistics transformation, I wanted to test it out in a real game. So I added a female gamer
as a friend, sent her my password, and then shut down her computer.

I randomly clicked on a map called Black Town. In the first round, I got an outage kill
(four kills in a row). The feeling of the CS era washed over me. It's funny, I'm a
player who treats CF like CS.

When I entered, the score between the terrorists and police was 11:3. I immediately won ten rounds in a row on the screen.
The rest of the time, just as I predicted, the terrorists didn't win a single round.

The most classic one was the last round. Five terrorists took B site and held the bomb. Point B is difficult for the CTs to defend, but
it's very easy for the Ts to defend after planting the bomb (because the CTs only need to let the Ts enter point B to break their defenses, but the Ts only need to stall until the bomb
explodes to win; time is the CTs' biggest enemy after planting the bomb, because no one can stop the 35-second countdown),
especially when there are three or more CTs. They can almost withstand a counterattack from more than five CTs.

I was the only CT left, and I was hit by a grenade outside the B gates. Without an ACC, my health dropped by more than
half . Everyone thought this round was bound to be lost. Some teammates even gambled on me, betting that if I wiped out the team
, they would eat a keyboard, and others said they would give me an inflatable doll. The three Ts who had already been eliminated started typing taunts: Still showing off
, huh? Didn't you say you were going to win 10 rounds in a row? Damn.

I scouted around the B gates and confirmed that the five Ts were positioned one in the main entrance crate and one in the corner of the stairs.
The T who planted the bomb didn't go through the door gap, so he was probably inside the bomb site. One T was using a sniper rifle to guard the bomb in the B warehouse.
The last one was probably hiding on the left side of the door.

I only had a flashbang, not a bomb. I threw it in through the front door, flashing it to the left of the door and forcing back the people inside the bomb site.
I quickly took out the two people at the front door. Then I switched to the bomb and took out the terrorists on the left side of the door. I then killed the terrorists inside the bomb site. During this
process , the sniper in the B warehouse fired a shot but missed me and disappeared. He was obviously a veteran, his skills
weren't great, but he was very experienced. He thought I would eventually defuse the bomb and then come out to kill me. Without a defuse
kit, it would take at least 7 seconds (the same as in CS), and the bomb's countdown was already starting to speed up.
This was a sign that we were entering the final ten seconds. I quickly faked defusing it, and sure enough, the CT popped out to try and snipe me. I headshot
him with a two-shot burst. I defused the bomb in the last second.

The guy who was eating the keyboard choked! What about my inflatable doll? After the match ended, I
joked in the room.

"Damn, you're awesome. But you don't need to use a smurf account to mess with us, do you?" said the guy who made the bet.

"It's not an alt account, I only started playing CF two hours ago," I told the truth. "

Pfft~ Who believes that? You've been playing for at least five years," another guy said. "

Then you must have been playing for four years, right?" I countered. "

How did you know?"... The guy seemed to have his thoughts read, and panicked, saying... "

Because you don't believe anyone is more insightful than you, so you can only deceive yourself: those who are better than you must
have played longer than you."... I cruelly exposed that guy. "

Haha~ I'm about to pee my pants laughing. Bro, you're hilarious," the host continued.

Then I saw the screen notification: that guy left the room.

"Damn it, what's with all the chatter? Are you going to open it or not?" a member on the other side cursed.

"Member = Show-off" was proven true once again. The host typed this, and before the member could retaliate, he
swiftly changed the map.

"Holy crap, it's the suspension bridge!" I exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the familiar map in CF. "

Uncle, do you even know? This is the Golden Country!" a child's voice came through my headphones.

"Okay, kid, you're right." I really didn't want to talk in the game, so I typed.

I played for another hour, constantly getting stuck on "Accel." Thinking about having to work tomorrow, I logged off and went to sleep
.

I kept thinking about CF, and work felt like an eternity. After work, I grabbed a quick bite and went to the internet cafe.

When I got there, my usual spot was empty. I turned on the computer and saw someone had logged in and was AFK. I was annoyed for a couple of seconds,
and was about to move to another computer. Damn, it was the same computer to my left, and the girl was sleeping in the chair. Because
her hair covered her face, I couldn't really see her unless I was paying attention.

I didn't know if she came back after I left last night, or if she had just arrived. I shook her chair.

The young woman looked up, startling me. Her eyes were red and swollen; I couldn't tell if it was from staying up all night or crying. "

You haven't been here since I left last night, have you?" I asked in surprise. "What did

you think? Damn, you finally came," the young woman said sullenly. "

You've been waiting for me? Or were you so engrossed in playing that you forgot to eat and sleep? Dream on. I'm just so bored.
Sit down and play," the young woman said stubbornly. "

This machine is AFK. Wait a minute, I'll go find another one."

"AFK my foot! I'm not going to turn this machine on for you. Otherwise, there won't be any machines left after you get off work," the young
woman said.

I didn't expect the young woman to be so thoughtful. That was beyond my expectations. I always thought these non-mainstream
girls were heartless scum...

Thanks, I'll pay you the server fee later... I said shyly.

*Tch* The little punk girl pouted at me.

During my free time at work today, I thought about the CF ballistics again and gained some insights. I was also thinking of
trying to improve further.

When I logged in, I saw my level was three gold stars! I thought I was seeing things, or logged into the wrong account.
After checking carefully, it was indeed my account. I hadn't misread it. I clearly remembered being a private last night. "

How about it, is your level high enough now?" the little punk girl said in the game.

Oh~ I understand now, no wonder she asked me for my password before leaving last night. It was to help me
level .

"Thanks, don't tell me you played for a whole day and night just to help me level up, I'm a very sentimental person,
easily moved :)" I tentatively asked the little punk girl.

"Tch~ Stop being so conceited. I was just bored and helped you level up. Otherwise,
it would be embarrassing for a five-star general like me to be mentoring a private apprentice," the girl explained. "

Okay, anyway, thank you, Master!" This time, I genuinely called her Master.

I checked my inventory and found I had the ACC, and the grenade pack and pliers were both six months old. "

Master, why did that skinflint Ma change his ways? Knowing I'm a newbie and my salary isn't high, he actually gave
me so much gear," I deliberately made up a story for the girl.

"What? That Ma guy sells bullets one by one. Asking him to give me anything is like the sun rising in
the west !" the girl said, deeply affected by the experience.

"Did Master give that to me?"

"Of course, consider it a gift for your apprentice. I originally wanted to buy you a full set of gear, but you're new to this game
and don't know how to use it. We'll wait until you're better," the girl said generously.

"I'm really ashamed. It should be the apprentice giving the master a gift, but now it's reversed." "Okay, Master hasn't eaten yet
, right? Play for a while, and I'll treat you to dinner later as a return gift." I said, feeling embarrassed for accepting such a favor. "

Tch~ I gave you something, and you only treat me to dinner now? There are plenty of people begging to treat me to dinner, you'd better get in line,
hehe." The little punk said proudly. "

Come to room 11. You played for a few hours after I left yesterday, let Master see if your skills have improved." The little
punk sent two messages in a row.

Okay, I quickly entered the room the little punk created. However, this time the little punk didn't make it unavailable for joining, but
created a 14-player spectator mode.

Just as I was about to start, a player named Little Star entered.

"Damn, you little slut. You dare to create a room for a one-on-one fight? Didn't I beat you enough last time?" Little Star came in
and started spewing nonsense. "Last time, I was letting you off easy, what are you barking about? Don't interrupt my apprentice and me practicing our shooting." Little
Star retorted. "

Who the hell are you? Can't you speak human language?" I got furious the moment I heard that guy's name.

I immediately yelled, "Damn it, I beat your master to a pulp! What right do you have to talk to me?

You should switch allegiance to me and let me teach you a few tricks so you don't embarrass yourself!" Little Star's
mouth was full of rotten words.

Just as we were exchanging insults, the room filled up with viewers. I guessed the girl and that guy were regulars on
this channel; most people had seen them.

"Little Star, you think you're so great? Want to make a bet?" I deliberately provoked.

"Damn it, everyone knows I'm the gun king of channel 2! You piece of trash, I beat your master to a pulp,
and you dare challenge me?"

Little Star shouted angrily.

"Stop barking! Just say whether you dare or not!" To defeat him in one go, I pressed on again to get the biggest
bet.

"Damn it, you're really asking for it! Okay, tell me how to bet!" Little Star was completely
enraged .

We'll have a 40-round duel. If you lose, you'll spam 100 megaphones, call my master "Grandma," apologize
, and permanently leave this channel. If I lose, I'll also spam 100 megaphones, call you "Grandpa," and never
set foot in this channel again.

The fourteen brothers watching below are undoubtedly veteran players of this channel; you're all witnesses! Anyone who loses
and refuses to admit it, or changes their name and secretly stays in the channel, will have their whole family die! I've blocked all escape routes.

Wow, who is this guy, talking so arrogantly? This little star may be arrogant and annoying, but
he has some skills. He's probably going to lose. One of the viewers said.

"Look how high his level is, it's hard to say who'll win or lose, it'll be a real battle." Another player said. "

High my foot, don't forget, he's her apprentice. We've all seen her skills, how high can her apprentice
be? His level is definitely inflated." Everyone chimed in. "

Hey~ apprentice, forget it. That guy may be like a mad dog, but his skills are actually pretty good. You
can't even beat me, how are you going to beat him? Just quit, don't bother with him." The girl took off her headphones and said to me.

"Hehe, just you wait and see, you gave me so many gifts, I'll give you a grandson as a return gift."
I gave the girl a mysterious smile.

The girl knew I only started playing this game yesterday, and even if I practiced for a few hours after she left,
it was impossible for me to beat the worst player in the channel, Little Star, who had the best aim.

But seeing how confident I was, she suddenly realized: "You're not going to cheat, are you?"

"Haha, how could I?" "Others might not know, but you're right next to me, can't you see? Only the most shameless and
despicable person would use cheats. I'm not at that 'level' yet." "Haha, you bastard, let's start! I'm going to beat
you up, then I'll fight for the battle server." Little Star cursed impatiently.

The little punk started the game with a skeptical look.

"Diagonal, headshot, understand, trash?" Little Star said. "

Just wait to be a grandson," I retorted sharply.

Then, as soon as I went out, I used a two-round burst to kill Little Star. "

Damn, you're really good at bluffing," Little Star said stubbornly.

Then, until the fifteenth round, it was all one-shot kills. An M4 can't break an AC with one shot, so I used two
or three rounds.

In the sixteenth round, I ran out of bullets and only then did Little Star kill me once. Then he killed me three more times in a row.

Just when everyone thought it was a comeback, I didn't give Little Star another chance, continuing to dominate until
round 40. Seeing the unbelievable 40:4 score on the screen... Everyone's mouths were probably agape.

So much so that when we got back to the room, no one spoke for a long time. Everyone was probably still reeling from that shocking
scene .

"Wow, someone actually managed to get single-digit kills on Little Star!" one player exclaimed, recovering from their astonishment.

"Holy crap, did they use a headshot device?" another player yelled.

Little Star, whether stunned or dumbfounded, surprisingly stopped barking and remained
silent for a long time. "

My master said you don't even deserve to be her grandson. Don't bother spamming the megaphone, just get lost. You
don't deserve to be in this channel." I quickly typed, my anger dissipating. "

You're awesome, just you wait." With that, Little Star left.

Looking at this line from TV dramas, where a thug gets beaten up and then tries to get revenge, I almost laughed.

I glanced at the young woman; she was staring intently at my screen with an incredulous expression,
as if trying to see if I was cheating.

If you weren't sitting next to me, wouldn't you definitely think I was cheating? I patted the girl
on the shoulder.

She was speechless for a while, then suddenly blurted out, "You really haven't played CF before
?"

We then played a demolition match together for a while. I was always an ACE, with a commanding lead.

"Wow, apprentice... oh, you, you've been pretending to be weak all along!" The girl was
stunned , not even daring to call me "apprentice.

" "No way, I only switched from CS to CF yesterday, you saw it yourself," I said, feeling wronged. "

Then, then, how did you become so good overnight? Oh my god, how am I supposed to be your master?"
The girl became even less confident. "

Haha, I'll tell you later. But what I want to tell you now is: no matter how much my skills improve,
as long as I play CF, you'll be my master." "Is this too cheesy?" "Haha," I said
playfully .

"Hehe, it is quite cheesy, but thankfully, I've heard that kind of thing quite often." "But with such a weak master
and such an amazing disciple, the pressure must be immense!" I protested. "No, no! Who says a master has to be superior to
their disciple ? A master can win people over with virtue. Look at Guo Jing, his martial arts are
far superior to his masters, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan." I defended the young woman. "

Hey, disciple, are you indirectly calling me a monster?" the young woman feigned anger. "

Haha, no wonder they say being unreasonable is a girl's prerogative. I've gone too far with my flattery.

" "Alright, I'll treat you to dinner, and I'll also help you 'reform' this 'little monster'!" I deliberately emphasized
the word "reform," implying something. "You're kidding me!" The young woman actually blushed, which surprised
me
. There aren't many women who blush these days. I took the young woman to our usual street food stall. The owner seemed slightly surprised to see me with someone.

"Oh, finally, the talented guy isn't eating alone anymore! Since I eat here so often, I'm really familiar with the owner. We
often chat about all sorts of things, making her laugh so hard she's shaking. She thinks I'm very talented, so she keeps
calling me that.

" Then, looking at the young woman, she leaned close to my ear and said, "Didn't know you had such heavy tastes!" "

Haha, there's something even heavier, want to try?" I lightly patted the owner's leg, teasingly adding
a double entendre.

"Be careful you don't get punished by kneeling on a washboard when you get back. Order, okay? Call me when you're done." The owner smiled knowingly,
tossed the menu down, and left.

This owner is from Northeast China, and she's very outgoing. She always jokes with me, sometimes seriously, sometimes not. "

You two seem pretty close. What did she say to you just now? You were laughing so hard!" the young woman asked nervously. "

No, no, just kidding. I eat here often, so I'm familiar with the owner." "Let's order," I
said, trying to change the subject.

"Anything you like, but let's start with six beers." The young woman casually remarked,

"Wow, you can really drink! Six bottles of beer in one go. I get dizzy after just one.

I'm your mentor, I have to be better than you at something, right?" She said smugly.

"Not necessarily," I replied, "today I'll risk my life to keep up with this woman." It's truly shameful for a grown man to be afraid to drink with a woman
. I could only grit my teeth and refuse to be outdone.

In the end, we drank ten bottles of beer. She drank about six, and I drank four. I was terribly dizzy.
But I was still quite conscious, which confirmed that those who caused trouble while drunk were indeed just putting on airs and using alcohol to mask their true feelings, rather than
being unconscious. Even the strongest alcohol only disrupts balance; it doesn't numb the mind.

Leaving the food stall, the wind made me even more dizzy, and I almost fell over. Suddenly, a delicious aroma wafted over.
The young woman helped me up.

She was less dizzy than me; I rarely drink, so I wasn't used to it.

"Hehe, I'm fine." "Where do you live? I'll take you home to rest." "You've had quite a bit to drink, so don't go playing
games." Although I felt terrible, I still maintained my gentlemanly manners.

"Let me take you home; you live nearby, right

?" "Aren't you afraid of me? You dare take me home?" "You know that after drinking…

Afraid of you my foot! Let's go." The young woman interrupted me, urging me on.

I pointed to the building diagonally opposite the food stall; it was up there. "

So close!" the young woman said, helping me upstairs. I didn't expect her to be so petite, but surprisingly strong. "

I didn't expect your place to be so clean!" The young woman turned on the light, surprised.

"Aren't boys' rooms usually like doghouses? How come yours is so clean?" "Did
your girlfriend clean it?" But after walking around the room, she couldn't see any signs of two people living there.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and my head cleared up considerably. "

I'm a penniless guy, who would want to be with me?" "To be honest, even the mosquitoes in my room are male;
you're the first female one, hehe."

"What female? You bad boy. I brought you back, I'm panting, and you're still making fun of me." The young woman
pretended to be angry and hit me.

The room was a one-bedroom apartment, not very big. We could only chase each other around the sofa in the middle of the living room.

After two laps, we were both exhausted, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. We were dizzy. We sat on the sofa and chatted.

I told her how I restored the CS technology to CF after she left yesterday.

The young woman was astonished.

"It's getting late, you should go home. Don't play games tonight. You need to moderate your internet use in the future. Playing for days on end like that
is definitely harmful to your health," I said to the young woman with concern.

Although it was late at night, and we were alone together, I really didn't have any other thoughts at the time. First, she looked
so young, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Second, to be honest, I looked down on those non-mainstream girls who smoked and drank.

Wow~ The young woman suddenly burst into tears.

I was stunned by this sudden change. I didn't know what was going on, and besides, a
woman , the neighbors might think I was doing something else, and it would be troublesome if they called the police.

"Don't cry, sweetie~ It's not good to disturb others at night," I said, stroking her head to comfort her. "

I don't want to go home. If you kick me out, I'll go to an internet cafe," the young woman said stubbornly.

Thinking about it, she was right. A teenage girl who acted like a prostitute all the time. She didn't seem to be working
or going to school, and she spent money so lavishly. There must be a lot of stories behind her.

But I really didn't want to hear those things, and I didn't dare to. Knowing someone else's secrets means taking responsibility, and I could
n't afford to ask for anything.

Okay, let's just talk about CrossFire. I could only change the subject by talking about the game. "

You're so nice," the girl hugged me tightly, as a reward.

The faint scent of perfume, my favorite osmanthus fragrance, wafted towards me. Damn, it made me lose my mind and
feel infatuated . I don't agree that people lose their minds when they're drunk, but there's definitely some truth to the idea that people lose

their minds when they're drunk. Just as the girl was about to leave my arms, I grabbed her. I was blinded by lust , to hell
with it, I didn't care anymore, I'd just have to do it. I kissed the girl's lips directly.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and intertwined with mine. Like dry wood meeting fire, magnets meeting
metal, everything exploded in an instant. We kissed wildly, tearing at
each other .

Perhaps we were too eager to become one, so all the prelude was omitted. I went straight into the girl's
body. There was plenty of water, but it was a bit loose. But I couldn't care less; I just kept thrusting like a madwoman.

The book said that men who drink are numb and incredibly capable, and it was true. I don't remember how long I thrust,
only that the sofa was almost ruined, covered in the girl's love juice. The girl had countless orgasms.
I could only vaguely tell from the strength of her grip on my arm…

After countless thrusts, I pressed myself deep into her vagina,
ejaculating . We remained in that position for a long time, until my penis went limp and slipped out.

"Let's go wash up," the girl said first, a little awkwardly.

"Okay, sleeping in the water isn't comfortable," I said, trying to sound serious. "

You're so annoying~" the girl lightly slapped me.

No matter how fierce a woman is, she'll become gentle once she's in bed with you. That's certainly true.

I carried the girl to the bathroom. I hadn't looked closely before because I was so excited, but now I was really looking at
her body.

Her skin was very fair, and her figure was petite. Her nipples were dark and large
, incongruous and jarring on her breasts, which were less than a B cup. She had very little pubic hair, almost no labia, clearly an underdeveloped genital area. Unfortunately,
her vagina was already quite loose. The stark contrast between her youthful innocence and physiological maturity was irrefutable
evidence of her past experiences.

Innocence can be feigned, and wantonness can be concealed, but the body doesn't lie, and physiological changes cannot be
denied .

Looking at her teenage body and the genitals and nipples of a woman in her thirties, my heart ached.

That's how men are; regardless of whether you love her or not, once you've had sex with her, you want her body
to belong only to you, and it's hard to remain
indifferent .

My initial tenderness vanished, my remaining affection extinguished, and my initial animalistic instincts
were amplified !

I frantically licked her nipples, while my other hand vigorously kneaded her other breast. Her already small breasts were
almost entirely stuffed into her mouth, just like her other breast was completely under her control. She bit, licked, sucked, and pinched them,
changing their shape in seconds, doing everything she could to alter their form.

The young woman moaned softly, it was hard to tell whether it was from pain or pleasure.

After playing with her breasts until they were bursting, I moved on to her genitals. Knowing that area had already been breached countless times,
I didn't hold back and directly inserted my right hand, four fingers reaching the base of my thumb.

Her vagina was loose and lubricated with my semen and vaginal fluid, offering almost no resistance. Because she was
standing, her cervix was low, so my longest finger could vaguely penetrate her cervix.

The cervix is a woman's most sensitive spot, even more so than the clitoris. After just a few strokes, the girl came, a large amount of
vaginal fluid flowing down her face, along with a slight squirting sound, because her vaginal fluid had a faint smell of urine.

She couldn't stand anymore, so I gestured for her to lie on the floor. I clean the bathroom floor every day with shower gel and a steel wool pad
, so hygiene wasn't an issue. The girl felt like she had been granted a pardon; her legs were already trembling and she couldn't stand.

I continued to work on her on the floor for a while, until she was almost unconscious from orgasm, and my hands were exhausted. So I gestured for
her to serve me.

I lay on the ground, the young woman kissing my entire body, a tingling, numbing sensation spreading throughout me. This must be what
they call "roaming" online. Her oral sex skills were truly amazing.

There was no teeth involved, and it wasn't just simple mechanical swallowing and spitting; she used her tongue to circle and sweep around my glans. Each
sweep sent electric shocks through me. Her little hands were also playing with my testicles. It was truly masterful technique.
How many men must she have been with, how many times must she have practiced to reach this level?

Because of jealousy, my pleasure diminished slightly. Otherwise, I would have ejaculated long ago.

After licking for over ten minutes, I finally couldn't resist and ejaculated all over her mouth. She not only ate it all,
but also cleaned and ate the remaining semen on my penis. It was as if it were a precious tonic that not a single drop could be wasted.

Honestly, the smell of semen made me nauseous. She actually ate it.

Then suddenly, I saw her vomit a few times down there. Seeing her discomfort, my heart ached.

You could have vomited it out; you didn't have to eat it. Your discomfort hurts me. I was genuinely moved at that moment.

"It's okay, I just drank too much. You taste pretty good, besides, don't you men all like women to eat you?" the young
woman said casually.

Seeing her willing to suffer to please me, my heart was touched. "

Stop playing around, end it here with me, marry me, okay?" I didn't know if I was being sincere or if it was just a reward for
being moved .

The young woman looked at me quietly, without saying a word for a long time. I only saw tears streaming down her face, and
we held each other quietly for a long, long time.

After showering, we went to bed and continued making love. But the frenzy was gone, replaced
by tenderness and gentleness...

The summer morning sun was bright, illuminating the room even through the curtains.

I looked at the young woman sleeping peacefully beside me. We had been fighting all night, at least ten times.
If it weren't for my habit of waking up early for work, I probably wouldn't have woken up.

The alcohol had completely worn off, and my mind had returned to its clearest and most rational state. Recalling last night's madness and passion,
and the impulsive yet thoughtless promise, the happiness was diluted by reality.

What does she do? I don't even know her real name.

Our lifestyles are completely different; her appearance and personality are exactly the type of girl I dislike. Can we
really be together again?

A one-night stand didn't change anything, and a relationship isn't all about sex.

(Many more complicated love stories follow, all based on real events while playing CrossFire.)

To be continued...

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