In the midst of confusion, the opponent scoped in for the third time, caught sight of another helmet, and swiftly landed a headshot kill. Just then, gunfire suddenly erupted—Mason Foster's in-game character was hit by a bullet, and his health immediately dropped by half.

Mason Foster stood up without hesitation, switched guns, scoped in, and the red dot sight locked precisely onto the opponent’s head. A few shots later, another headshot kill!

Aimbot!

Cheater!

Brian Clark couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

Not to mention, this guy was even wearing a ghillie suit—his position was in Mason Foster’s rear right blind spot. Even if he heard the gunshot, there was absolutely no way Mason Foster could have aimed at the opponent’s head that quickly!

After successfully winning the match, Mason Foster chuckled, “I’m so sick of winning chicken dinners, it’s getting boring. Let’s do a giveaway. As usual, anyone who sends a comment can participate in the draw, but if a troll gets picked, it doesn’t count.”

As soon as he said this, the chat was instantly flooded with words of praise.

One particular comment stood out as especially out of place.

[Is the streamer cheating? Four consecutive headshots in the semifinals after scoping in? Isn’t that solid proof? Earlier today, when I was watching another streamer, I saw you get three headshots in a row with an M4 and red dot in the final circle. Way too fake…]

“Which streamer’s broadcast were you watching?” Mason Foster glanced at the chat, sounding dismissive. “It’s not that I’m fake, it’s that the streamer you watch is just too bad. Come watch me from now on, I guarantee you’ll have a blast.”

[It’s also a new streamer, called yanxyan]

“Oh, him… I know him. He said I’m cheating?” Mason Foster raised his thick eyebrows.

He’d seen this person’s name on the Asia server leaderboard and on contracts.

He grinned, his features scrunching together. “How do you think he dropped from first place on the Asia server to so far down? It’s because… he’s just too bad.”

[Hahahahahaha, makes perfect sense!]

[Who’s yanxyan? Never heard of him. Gets killed and immediately calls others cheaters, what a joke.]

[Mason Foster is so awesome!]

The person being mocked yawned in bed, slowly closed the stream, and crawled under the covers.

Then, calmly, he added the ID XKTVlaoshu to his mental blacklist.

Chapter 5

After a good night’s sleep, Brian Clark came out of the bathroom after washing up, and the door sounded.

Eric Clark, dressed in a suit, stood outside holding two cups of soy milk, several meat buns, and some fried dough sticks.

“Just woke up? Perfect, let’s have breakfast together.”

Brian Clark was momentarily stunned, then quickly stepped aside to let him in.

After coming in, Eric Clark looked around.

It wasn’t his first time here, but he was still dissatisfied with the environment.

The room wasn’t messy, just too small. Calling it a home was a stretch—it was more like a single room. The location wasn’t great either; downstairs were nothing but some unlicensed little shops. He really worried about his nephew’s diet.

Since he always ate alone, the dining table at home was especially small—more than enough for one, but a bit cramped for two.

“Thank you.” Brian Clark took the breakfast and set it on the corner of the table. “The table’s a bit small, sorry you have to squeeze.”

“It’s no trouble, I’ve sat at smaller tables.” Eric Clark had grown up poor too, but his family was harmonious, so life wasn’t hard. He sat down comfortably. “I just came to check on you before work. I’ll leave after we eat.”

He noticed the headphones lying loosely on the computer desk and asked, “Stayed up late gaming again last night?”

“No, I went to bed pretty early.” Brian Clark took a bite of a meat bun. “It’s delicious.”

“If you like it, eat more. I bought plenty.” Eric Clark paused, then slowly got to the point. “Xiao Yan, your uncle’s house finished renovations this year. It’s two stories, and there’s a spare room on the second floor. The environment here isn’t great, and it’s not close to downtown—pretty inconvenient. Why don’t you pack up and move to my place?”

“No need, Uncle.” Brian Clark refused without even thinking. “I’m fine living here. Plus, I stream sometimes, and I’d disturb you.”

“I just don’t feel at ease with you living alone.”

“I’m an adult man, what’s there to worry about?” Brian Clark smiled. “Uncle, you really don’t need to worry about me. I’m doing just fine.”

Eric Clark was at a loss for words.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t gotten enough nutrition as a kid—even though he’d passed the age for growth spurts, Brian Clark was still rather slim. Not short, but his arms and waist were very thin. Coupled with his fair skin and gentle, delicate features, it made you want to bring all the best food and drink to this little nephew.

It’s not just girls who make people want to dote on them.

Eric Clark tried to persuade him a few more times, but it was no use. In the end, he could only get up.

“Well, I’m off to work. If you need anything, call me—make sure you do.”

Brian Clark agreed and saw him downstairs.

“Uncle, just call me if you need me. I’ll come to you. The roads here are narrow, and it’s not convenient for you to drive.”

After Eric Clark left, Brian Clark stretched lazily on the spot before slowly heading back upstairs.

He turned on the computer and saw that Henry Grant was already online waiting for him. As soon as his avatar lit up, a message popped up.

Your Uncle Lu: Damn, you’re finally awake!

Brian Clark glanced at the time—it was only nine o’clock—and replied: What’s up?