Qin Chuan couldn't detect any anxiety in her tone.

At times like this, patience is needed most.

Bo He replenished her health bar, drank a few energy drinks, then turned around and lay prone in the grass, waiting.

The poison fog's area soon shrank further.

She had already moved to a position inside the circle.

The enemies on the outside, however, were forced by the poison circle to run inwards.

The stimulating battlefield uses the spread of the poison fog and player strategy as its method of elimination.

The poison circle's location is different in every match, shrinking from large to small, bit by bit, until the poison fog completely covers the entire map.

Players outside the safe zone are steeped in the poison fog, and their health will continuously decrease, with the toxicity increasing at each stage.

In the final circle, it's impossible for players to survive in the poison fog for more than five seconds, so at this point, they had to move whether they wanted to or not.

Bo He, on the other hand, caught the sound of their footsteps and seized the opportunity to eliminate one person.

At the same time, gunshots were heard not far away, and another player was eliminated.

There were three left in the match.

The circle was still shrinking.

The ground they could stand on was barely a few square feet.

Bo He's enemies were as patient as she was, preferring to crawl slowly on the ground, refusing to stand up and expose themselves.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but type: The remaining two are probably on the same team.

Bo He thought so too.

Anyone who makes it to the final circle is bound to have some skill.

Facing two opponents, Bo He's difficulty would undoubtedly increase.

She still didn't get up.

Qin Chuan didn't type anymore either, to avoid being a distraction.

Bo He crawled forward through the grass, occasionally shifting her direction to observe anything suspicious in her line of sight.

Suddenly, something seemed to move to her front right.

It was only for a hundredth of a second. When Bo He turned to look again, she couldn't see anything unusual.

Within three seconds, the poison fog would cover her current position.

She had two choices: one, open fire; two, drink an energy drink to replenish her boost, then continue to move and wear the opponent down to the end.

The former might expose her position and get her eliminated, because the two enemies might not be teammates, and even if they were, they might not be in the same spot.

But the latter didn't have great odds of success either.

Bo He chose to open fire.

She was using an assault rifle, which could fire continuously.

The first shot missed. She quickly adjusted her position and sprayed fire horizontally.

The second shot hit!

After knocking down the opponent, Bo He didn't continue to finish them off.

If the opponent was alone, then whether she killed them or not, the result would be the same.

If the other person was their teammate, they would hesitate over whether to save their teammate or not, and might even expose their own position.

Qin Chuan instantly understood Bo He's intention.

With a little thought, he could understand that this was indeed the best choice.

Bo He's performance in the game not only amazed him but also earned his admiration.

Such a smart and quick-witted person, yet in the real world, as a newcomer to society, she repeatedly hit walls and suffered several misunderstandings.

If she knew that her apprentice in the game was actually her boss in real life, how would she react?

Qin Chuan originally found it quite interesting and even felt the urge to play a prank.

But, when the image of her most likely reaction—a mixture of shock and astonishment, followed by her keeping a wide berth from him—appeared in his mind, he suddenly felt it was all rather dull.

The background music symbolizing victory suddenly played.

In the two seconds he was distracted, Bo He had already charged the enemy. Qin Chuan didn't even see how she got the final kill.

“It's getting late, you should go to sleep, little apprentice!” a light and cheerful voice came from the other side of the phone.

A clap of thunder in the distance interrupted the train of thought Qin Chuan had been forming.

He deleted the words he had half-formed and replaced them with new ones.

Qin Chuan: Mm, good night, Master.

Why go through the extra trouble? Qin Chuan thought. Once the computer or phone was off, they were just a superior and subordinate with a bland relationship.

Their meeting was purely coincidental. He didn't make a living from games to begin with, and had no obligation to explain.

Perhaps it was time to end his brief gaming career. Qin Chuan's hand hovered over the mouse for a moment, finally selecting the icon for Nine Heavens, right-clicking, and deleting it.

Empty Recycle Bin.

Everything returned to square one.