Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 8: Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

"Uh-oh!" Both Dumb Little Sister and her audience felt a jolt in their hearts.

Sure enough, the gunfire immediately drew the attention of people on both sides.

Everyone on either side stuck their heads out, pointing their guns furiously at Jiang Siming and Dumb Little Sister.

Jiang Siming's health dropped by half instantly, taking two shots.

However, composed as ever, he swiftly raised his kar98k and, aiming at the enemy showing up on the right, took him down with a single shot.

"Player [Ming] used a kar98k to kill player [tiantian]."

After taking down one enemy, Jiang Siming was about to aim for the left when he noticed Dumb Little Sister was left with just a sliver of health. One more shot, and she'd be done for.

If Jiang Siming insisted on killing the person on the left, while that person would surely die, Dumb Little Sister would also meet her end.

Slightly hesitating, Jiang Siming decided not to shoot for the moment.

Instead, he sidestepped, moving to Dumb Little Sister's left side.

The final incoming bullet that should have hit Dumb Little Sister found its way into Jiang Siming's body instead.

Dumb Little Sister was puzzled. Why hadn't she died?

Turning her head, she saw a tall and sturdy figure shielding her. The sound of the bullet entering flesh felt especially piercing in her ears.

She then realized that Jiang Siming had taken the fatal bullet for her.

This sudden move deeply moved her.

Dumb Little Sister's heart fluttered uncontrollably like a spring bouncing inside her, unable to suppress her emotions.

She knew Jiang Siming didn't know her identity and even disliked her following him around and flattering him.

It was evident that Jiang Siming was not the kind to act chivalrous just because a woman was around.

Yet, despite all this, he had acted decisively to shield her with his body.

In the live chat, even many male viewers who were initially jealous were left speechless by Jiang Siming's manly gesture, let alone the female fans.

"This act of shielding is so manly, so masculine, no criticism allowed."

"He could have killed the opponent by lifting his gun, but for Dumb Little Sister, he gave up. Must say, very gentlemanly."

"It seems like it was an instinctive choice because he had no time to choose. Just for this, buddy, I've become your fan."

Jiang Siming, who got the potion, temporarily forgot about the game and took it right away.

The sweet-like taste turned into electric currents in his stomach.

Jiang Siming's body began to crackle and pop, even his face began to feel pain.

This startled Jiang Siming. Could he be disfigured?

The changes lasted for a minute before stopping.

Jiang Siming immediately took off his headphones, got up, and rushed into the bathroom.

In the mirror, he found ink-colored mucus sticking all over his body, including his face.

Not caring if he was disfigured, he took off his clothes and took a quick shower.

After confirming he was clean, Jiang Siming came out of the bathroom, standing naked in front of the mirror.

Upon a closer look, Jiang Siming was shocked.

His height, originally 1.78 meters, had increased to 1.83 meters. The accumulated 'rich man's flesh' from not exercising had disappeared. He now had an eight-pack and a standard V-shaped figure. Even his legs had shed excess fat, replaced by new muscle tone.

Even his 'little brother' had grown several centimeters, almost catching up to the lengths of European and American men, oh...

Though his facial appearance didn't change much, there was a clear improvement.

His nose was higher, eyes larger, gaze deeper, eyebrows straighter, and facial contours more three-dimensional.

Overall appearance, improved by several notches!

If Jiang Siming's previous appearance scored 80, he had now skyrocketed to 95, just short of perfect!

Especially his bright and cheerful demeanor, as radiant as the sunshine, and his vibrant, twinkling eyes gave him an entirely different charm.

Feeling so handsome, he momentarily thought of entering the entertainment industry.

However, he realized he didn't have acting or singing talent, and being monitored by the public wasn't something he desired. Plus, he still wanted to make money by playing PUBG; entering the entertainment industry would leave him with no time for gaming.

Shaking his head, Jiang Siming stopped his wandering thoughts and returned to his computer desk, ready to continue his chicken dinner game.

At this point, his game interface had popped up, back in the lobby.

Jiang Siming originally intended to continue solo playing but noticed an ID in the bottom right corner repeatedly inviting him to play.

This ID seemed familiar to Jiang Siming—it was the girl from the last match.