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Very simple—

Just act as if the problem doesn’t exist.

The orz team didn’t know how many members it had initially, but in the end, a total of 11 joined in.

Lincoln looked at the strong and vibrant team, decisively put the unresolved matters behind him, and continued to match and play games.

Things went back to normal after that, and they didn’t encounter opponents who consecutively won and jumped into the war zone, just some Russian and German opponents.

Unfortunately, Lincoln suffered from “Stream Sniping,” which forced him to add a three-minute delay to his live stream.

In a fast-paced fight like Battlefield, the impact of stream sniping isn’t that significant without collective command.

However, the “not that significant” here refers to the overall situation of the game.

If narrowed down to an individual, it’s extremely painful!

Lincoln was chased after and hunted down by dozens of muscular men in four consecutive games.

No matter if it was the Russians or the Germans, they all went crazy, not caring about capturing points or winning, just chasing after him all over the map and beating him up.

Even while broadcasting his live stream, they watched and chased after him!

Lincoln had plenty of skills, combining the “Swordsman” and “Sharpshooter” in one, but he couldn’t show any of his abilities because of the dozens of people chasing after him with automatic rifles.

But it’s not his fault!

Being targeted by dozens of people with rifles, machine guns, and submachine guns, no one else, including an upgraded version of him— referring to combined Xu Chun and Yue Pengju—could withstand such firepower!

The previous “Unparalleled Massacre” at Point A was almost his only shining moment.

At first, Lincoln was unwilling to admit defeat, and he tried to rally a large group of people to confront the opposition.

However, besides the fact that the competition had lost its technical content, making it extremely uninteresting to watch,

Even if both sides had dozens of people firing at each other, the dozens of opponents still mindlessly rushed towards him. They didn’t care about dying tens of times. They just wanted to kill him.

It became clear that winning or losing the match didn’t matter, as long as Lincoln died!

Lincoln continuously faced rushes and deaths, feeling like he was doing sit-ups for the entire game— dying and reviving again, only to die and revive once more.

If he wasn’t dying, he was on his way to die!

As a result, the matches went smoothly, and the teammates felt like both capturing points and taking on enemies was extremely smooth and satisfying.

Only Lincoln felt unbearable pain and even desired death.

In the end, he conceded and added a delay to his live stream to alleviate some of the pain.

Although he was still being targeted, at least he could play the game now…

However, his teammates enjoyed themselves the entire night—

“Watch my Sinai Ghost Fire!”

“Want to learn? Eat my Reverse Sinai Ghost Fire! Hahaha!”

Yelang and Louis, riding the MC 3.5HP double-seater motorcycle, ran freely across the Sinai Desert and had a great time.

Camille Victoria, on the other hand, especially enjoyed following Lincoln in his actions.

Not for the live stream’s popularity or anything else, but simply because the opponents went mad when they saw Lincoln and didn’t pay attention to anyone else.

In this way, when the opponents rushed towards Lincoln, she could pull out her syringe and stab them frantically.

One needle for each person, feeling exceedingly joyful.

In the middle of the game, she even completed an achievement—”Healer’s Benevolence 1.0.”

[Healer’s Benevolence 1.0]: Kill 100 enemies using the medical syringe.

As for why this achievement has the suffix “1.0,” it’s because after killing 1,000 and 10,000 enemies using the syringe, you’ll get the “2.0” and “3.0” versions of the achievement.

However, the final step is obviously extremely difficult and probably needs to be accumulated over the years.

Meanwhile, Super Tomato seemed to discover the joy of large-scale battles and started trying to command the team.

Yi, on the other hand, fully demonstrated his “bomb-lover” nature, playing with bombers, artillery, anti-tank guns, and anti-aircraft guns in turn. At the very least, he played with machine guns, barely interested in ordinary small-caliber weapons.

As for Lance, although he didn’t get to train in the club’s premises, he started treating the game as training as he played.

Shuihua carried a medical bag and a small pistol, bored and following Lance, throwing medical bags to score points.

Only Camille suffered the most, being affected by always following Lincoln in action.

Her death count was second only to Lincoln’s.

Finally, when Lincoln closed the broadcast, amid annoyance and regret, he felt deep apologies to the little princess.

“Next time we have a chance, let’s play something more relaxed together.”

“Alright.” Camille gladly agreed, not the least bit unhappy due to the not-so-good game experience.

Though Lincoln had ended the broadcast, the matter wasn’t over yet.

Several anchors and video uploaders immediately started editing videos overnight after going offline without resting.

After all, if they didn’t hurry to make and post the videos, they’d miss out on the wave of popularity once the clips were everywhere the next day.

*

*

On the same evening, after work, Randall quickly entered the kitchen to cook, while Little Chun helped out on the side.

After that, at the dinner table, the two of them rarely talked about their college days.

Classrooms, courts, libraries, lush, summertime lawns, and lakeside oak benches—all the distant details were recalled and brought up at the dinner table.

There were also numerous travels:

Swimming into the ocean with the gentle tide of the Bohai Sea on a summer morning,

Strolling along the Xiang River at dusk, boating on West Lake at twilight,… Panting exhaustedly as they climbed Mount Tai late at night, and the boundless sunrise behind them as they kissed at dawn.

As they chatted, the two seemed to have returned to the time of their youth, brimming with hope for the future.

That was something they didn’t know where to begin, and subconsciously ignored.

After dinner, Little Chun did not go for a walk with Randall like usual but went straight to wash up and change into sleepwear.

Facing Randall’s confusion and questioning, Little Chun spoke softly, “Let’s go to bed early tonight.”

As she spoke, she gently scratched his hand with her fingers.

With that hint, Randall immediately understood – it was the common signal they used when they wanted to be intimate before.

He was a bit surprised, “But if you don’t go out, what about your exercise today?”

“It won’t make much difference.” Little Chun hugged Randall, shook her head in his arms, and smiled mischievously, “Or maybe… you could work a little harder?”

Without a word, Randall picked up Little Chun, carried her gently into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed before –

Heading straight to the bathroom!

Little Chun watched Randall’s anxious manner and smiled knowingly.

“Why not enjoy the present when the future is unpredictable?”

However, there was no hint of impatience in the bathroom for Randall.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He was happy, but he couldn’t help feeling sad.

…

…

The next day when he opened his eyes, Randall saw Little Chun’s face, full of tenderness and love.

The weather was nice, the warm winter sunlight sprinkled on the soft quilt, making him feel warm all over.

Neither of them spoke, just gazing at each other in silence, the atmosphere tranquil and beautiful.

On this ordinary winter morning, Little Chun looked at the face of her beloved, close at hand, and softly said –

“Let’s get married.”

As soon as Randall opened his mouth, tears fell, rolling down his cheeks onto the pillow.

But he didn’t wipe them away, just stared unblinkingly at Little Chun and nodded, “Mm.”

“Let’s get married.”

*

Lincoln was in a state of drowsiness, half-asleep and not yet fully awake when suddenly, he heard the ringtone of his mobile phone.

Groggily pulling the phone over, he didn’t even open his eyes as he held it to his ear, and Mavis helpfully answered the call for him.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“It’s me, Randall,” came the voice from the other end of the line.

“Mm, what’s up? So early.”

“I need to ask for leave.”

“Ask for leave? Just tell Sister Qiao, isn’t that enough?” Lincoln was puzzled. Was it necessary to bother me with such an early morning request for leave?

“No, you should ask: What’s the matter with asking for leave?”

“Huh?” Lincoln, still dazed, followed the question dumbly, “What’s the matter with asking for leave?”

“Going home to get the household registration book! Getting married!” Randall’s words were full of joy.

“Ha?” Lincoln woke up instantly, “Well…happy wedding?”

“It’s not that fast yet. Today, we’re just getting the household registration book and going to Civil Affairs Bureau to register first. The wedding will have to wait.”

There was so much joy overflowing in Randall’s voice, “Finally, Little Chun agreed. I have to hurry up and take her to register so that we can make the raw rice cooked.”

“As for the wedding, we still have to choose an auspicious date!”

“Congratulations! Congratulations!” Although it was sudden, Lincoln was genuinely happy for the couple.

Previously, Randall had mentioned wanting to get married more than once, but perhaps because Little Chun felt her life wouldn’t be long, she never agreed.

After coming to Cloud Dream, it seemed as if her personal value had been recognized, and her expectations for the future had improved. Her attitude towards marriage finally became more relaxed.

As her pillow-mate, Randall naturally noticed this and began planning the next wedding proposal.

These things were not secrets; both Lincoln and Fred knew about them and had some bad ideas – ideas they thought were romantic, but Randall only saw them as terrible.

Unexpectedly, Randall hadn’t planned out his next proposal yet when it suddenly happened today!

Lincoln was willing to bet that not just him, but everyone who knew Randall and Little Chun’s situation in Cloud Dream, would be happy for them!

He was even excited enough to want a company-wide holiday for Cloud Dream, to celebrate.

But reason stopped him from engaging in such behavior – as an outsider, it would be inappropriate to be so blindly excited.

After hanging up the phone, Randall quickly pulled Little Chun to leave.

His home was in Xiajing City, but Little Chun’s hometown was in Tianjin Wei. He planned to drive straight to Little Chun’s hometown.

Anyway, he was already familiar with both sets of parents, so getting the household registration book was no big deal!

As long as there was no traffic jam, they would be able to get the certificate by the afternoon!

After having put down his mobile phone, Lincoln suddenly had an excellent idea, more appropriate for celebrating the union of two elders in Cloud Dream than a simple and crude collective holiday –

Currently, Randall was leading a team with the focal point undoubtedly being “Battlefield”.

As for Little Chun’s team, their focus was “My World”.

Since they were going to get a marriage license, could they have some interaction between these two games as well?

A war game and a casual game seemed poles apart at first glance.

But if it was understood as a combination of a gunfight game and a building game – “Gunfight + Building,” Lincoln immediately thought –

It seemed as if he had seen this gameplay somewhere before?