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Chapter 236 Who is on the competition stage?

The city of Wuhan at the end of June was unbearably hot.

The sun overhead was blindingly bright, making it hard to open your eyes. The asphalt on the road was so soft that it stuck to the soles of your shoes when you stepped on it.

The leaves on the trees along the street drooped, and cicadas chirped incessantly, one call after another, like a death knell.

Little Cloud Esports is a completely different world.

The air conditioner was blowing loudly, and cold air was pouring out of the vents, making it feel chilly.

The hall was filled with neat rows of computers, their screens displaying game images.

The keyboard clattered and the mouse clicked. Someone was shouting "Point A, Point A!", someone was shouting "Heal me, heal me!", and someone wearing headphones had their face flushed red and was cursing under their breath.

All eighty-five thugs are present.

Song Huan stood on the second floor, leaning on the railing, looking down.

The hall was full of people; no one was idle or slacking off.

The screen was a riot of colors, with three games running simultaneously: Fantasy Westward Journey, World of Warcraft, and Counter-Strike, switching windows at lightning speed.

He nodded in satisfaction.

This vibrant, flourishing scene is still vivid in my mind.

Chen Fei stood next to him, holding a folder in his hand, flipping through it and reading it aloud page by page.

"Last month's revenue was 420,000. After deducting wages, rent, and utilities, the net profit was 300,000."

Song Huan listened and nodded.

Chen Fei continued, "Fantasy Westward Journey accounts for 40%, World of Warcraft for 35%, and Counter-Strike for 25%. The percentage of Counter-Strike is rising, increasing by five percentage points compared to last month."

Song Huan leaned against the railing.

"You've worked hard these past few months. Xiaoyun Esports wouldn't be where it is today without your management."

Chen Fei quickly shook his head, "Boss, this is what I should do."

Song Huan looked at him. "How is your mother's illness?"

Chen Fei paused for a moment, then lowered his head.

"I'm much better. The doctor said to observe me for a while longer; there shouldn't be any major problems."

His voice was a little hoarse. He looked up at Song Huan, "Boss, thank you. If you hadn't given me an advance on my salary back then, my mother might have..."

Song Huan waved her hand, "Let's not talk about this."

He turned around and looked through the window at the shop across the street that was under renovation.

Workers were tiling inside, the electric drills were buzzing, and dust was blowing out from the doorway.

"I've already taken over that shop across the street, and I'm planning to open a second Little Cloud Esports store. You'll need to take care of it then."

Chen Fei's eyes lit up.

Song Huan continued, "Given your work attitude and performance, your salary will be increased by five thousand starting next month."

The entire internet cafe fell silent for a moment.

The keyboard clicks stopped, the mouse clicks stopped, and someone looked up at them, their eyes full of envy.

Chen Fei was stunned, his mouth agape, unable to close it.

"Boss, this is too much, I..."

Song Huan waved her hand, "You're worth the price."

Chen Fei stood up straight, his chest puffed out, like a tree that had been watered.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll definitely manage both stores well!"

Seeing his willingness to go through fire and water, Song Huan nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Fei spoke up again, "Boss, I have a suggestion. CS is incredibly popular right now, and the player base is growing rapidly. Shouldn't we increase our investment here?"

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

I never expected him to be so perceptive and to have noticed the potential in the CS (Counter-Strike) market.

He's right. Compared to Fantasy Westward Journey and World of Warcraft, Counter-Strike is the truly enduring game, and it's popular both domestically and internationally. From internet cafes to professional esports arenas, its influence is everywhere.

Song Huan nodded. "Okay, we'll increase investment in CS."

He paused for a moment, then added, "There should be professional leagues for CS now, right?"

Chen Fei nodded.

"Yes, but the championship spots are dominated by established powerhouses, making it very difficult for new teams to break in."

Song Huan put his hands in his pockets. "Then let's form a team too. We'll call it the Cloud Team. You'll be in charge of recruiting, recruiting from all over the city, recruiting from all over the province. Poach all the best players. Give them a base salary and commission."

Chen Fei was stunned, opened his mouth, and said, "Boss, this will result in losses."

Song Huan waved her hand, "Money doesn't matter. What I want is results, I want to build a good reputation for Xiaoyunduo Esports!"

Chen Fei stared at Song Huan for several seconds.

Then he nodded vigorously.

"Understood, boss. Don't worry, I'll get on it right away."

Song Huan came down from the second floor, found an empty computer, sat down, turned it on, logged into Steam, and started a game of Counter-Strike. Zhao Qihang's avatar was lit up in his friends list.

He tapped the button and invited him.

Zhao Qihang joined instantly, and his voice came through the voice chat, grinning.

"Hey, Boss Song, what brings you here to play games today? Don't you need to keep your partner company?"

Song Huan ignored him and said, "Open."

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Song Huan bought an M4 and followed the group towards A University.

His marksmanship was average, but he was very good at reporting enemy positions. His teammates would rush forward while he provided cover fire from behind.

Zhao Qihang is different. This guy is very good at CS. He can control the recoil of a rifle steadily and flick the sniper rifle quickly. He can take on two people at once.

In the first round, Song Huan was shot in the head by the opposing sniper, and his screen went gray.

He sighed, released the mouse, and leaned back in his chair.

Zhao Qihang called out over the voice chat, "Song Huan, are you even capable? Why don't you go play against the bots?"

"That son of a bitch Zhao Qihang."

Song Huan cursed inwardly, but ignored him and switched to the spectator view to watch Zhao Qihang's actions.

Zhao Qihang was guarding point B. Hearing footsteps, he darted out, shot the person in the head, and then ducked back in.

He changed positions, dodged out again, and got another headshot.

The word "double kill" popped up on the screen.

Just as Song Huan was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of someone standing next to her out of the corner of her eye.

Xiao Yunqing.

She took off Song Huan's headphones, looked at him, and pouted.

"All you do is come here all day."

Her thoughts drifted over, softly, tinged with a hint of grievance.

[They don't even come to see me.]

Song Huan pointed to the screen, "I'm playing a game."

"What are you playing? Let me play."

Xiao Yunqing leaned forward, bent down, and looked at the screen.

She recognized the CS screen, and her eyes lit up.

"Come on, let me have a turn."

Song Huan smiled helplessly, took off her headphones, stood up, and gave her her seat.

Xiao Yunqing sat down, picked up the mouse, tested its feel, and then tapped on the keyboard.

Zhao Qihang was still calling out in the voice message, "Song Huan, where have you been?"

Xiao Yunqing turned on the microphone, but didn't speak.

The second game has begun.

Zhao Qihang was furious after losing the last game and was cursing in the voice chat.

"Those bastards on the other side, their aim is too sneaky."

He bought an AK and rushed towards A site. Just as he turned the corner, a bullet flew over from the opposite direction and hit him in the head. His screen went gray.

Zhao Qihang instantly exploded, "Holy crap! How could that even hit me?"

Xiao Yunqing remained silent, controlling her character to guard point B.

She crouched behind the box, earphones pressed to her ears, listening to the footsteps.

One, two.

The footsteps grew closer.

She darted out, flicked the mouse, and the crosshair on the screen landed precisely on the enemy's head.

"Bang!" Headshot!

Zhao Qihang paused for a moment in the voice message, then exclaimed, "Damn, Song Huan is awesome!"

Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything, but shrank back and changed her position.

He heard footsteps again, dodged out again, and "bang," another headshot.

Double kill!

Zhao Qihang's voice rose eight octaves, "Song Huan, what medicine did you take today? Were you just AFK installing cheats?"

Xiao Yunqing remained silent.

The screen showed her teammates dropping out one by one, and in the blink of an eye, she was the only one left, while the other side still had three.

The voice message went silent.

Zhao Qihang dared not speak, afraid of disturbing her.

Xiao Yunqing took a deep breath, switched to a sniper rifle, and crouched at the bomb site.

Footsteps came from A University. She set up her gun, waited two seconds, and then slipped out.

"Bang!" Headshot.

One.

She quickly switched back to her rifle and changed positions.

Footsteps came from B hole. She pressed herself against the wall, listened for a few seconds, and then suddenly pulled out. "Bang bang bang," another one.

two.

There's only one left on the other side, and I don't know where they're hiding.

Xiao Yunqing searched around but couldn't find it.

Time passed, but she didn't panic. She squatted at the bag stand, guarding the bags.

Footsteps came from behind her. She turned around abruptly, drew her gun, and opened fire.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The word "Victory" popped up on the screen.

One against three, and they turned the tide.

Zhao Qihang called out in the voice message.

"Holy crap! Who's on that stage? That skill, that reaction time, is this the kind of performance you, Song Huan, could pull off?"

Xiao Yunqing finally spoke, her tone indifferent, "Song Huan isn't here, so now it's your sister Xiao who's taking over the battlefield."