Having a team willing to recruit him eased one of Feng Ye's worries. Tomorrow's assessment? No problem at all for him.

With free time now, Feng Ye planned to enjoy this leisurely moment. After all, he might be out all day tomorrow.

Thinking this, Feng Ye felt relieved. Good thing he chose to retire. Otherwise, like his school days—busy faking it at class and hunting monsters outside—he'd have missed life's joys.

He casually opened PUBG, ready for an intense "delivery run."

PUBG, short for PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, is a battle royale game. Players parachute onto a small island packed with gear. They scavenge supplies and fight each other to the death until one winner remains. Most gameplay involves looting and running. Sometimes, sneaky players ambush you. All your hard-earned loot then becomes theirs. Hence, players jokingly call it "the delivery game."

Feng Ye started with practiced ease. Landing, he grabbed a gun and shot the unlucky guy who parachuted with him but hadn't found gear. He looted the area and moved on.

Just then, little Coco pushed open the bedroom door, hugging her pillow. She spotted Feng Ye playing PUBG immediately.

Coco had finished washing up. Standing behind him with a displeased look, she said, "Servant, why are you playing this trash game again? Didn't I tell you to delete it?"

Her voice dripped with resentment. Clearly, she truly hated it. Understandable, after nearly ten "deliveries" with zero kills.

She'd thrown tantrums before playing with her brother. Every time, she got ambushed and killed. Once, she even threw her mouse on the floor.

This game had landed on Coco's blacklist. So had Arena of Valor, Overwatch, and League of Legends. Almost any competitive game ended up there.

Hearing her complaint, Feng Ye smiled wryly. "I did delete it back then. But you never said I couldn't reinstall it."

Coco pouted. "That's sophistry! Deleting it meant I never wanted to see this game again."

"But if I keep deleting games, I'll have nothing to play," Feng Ye said helplessly. "I've already deleted so many."

"Huh!? You stinky Servant, do you not love me anymore?" Coco asked discontentedly. "Would you abandon your sister for a game?"

Feng Ye almost choked with anger. His hand trembled, nearly exposing his in-game position. After calming down, he asked in confusion, "What nonsense? How does a game mean I don't love you?"

Hugging her pillow, Coco's little nose crinkled slightly. She huffed, "I don't care. Not deleting it means you don't love me."

Helpless, Feng Ye sighed. "Alright, after this match, I'll delete it."

Coco quieted down. Holding her pillow, she stood behind him to watch.

"Darn it," she muttered. "Why do these guys jump like fools in front of the Servant's gun?" Watching Feng Ye play skillfully, advancing smoothly, she felt angry. It felt like a different game.

Remembering how she always died before looting much, she seethed. The game seemed purely against her.

Feng Ye's lightning reflexes, experience, and luck carried him to the final circle. With precise shots, he won. The screen flashed "Winner winner, chicken dinner!"

"That's it?" Coco stared, stunned. The match had been too smooth.

Feng Ye stretched his arms and rolled his neck. He'd compromise—delete the game now, reinstall later. Not too troublesome.

But as he moved to close it, Coco stopped him. She tossed her pillow on the bed, plopped into his seat, and started a match.

Feng Ye watched with a strange look. He shook his head and went to wash up. Minutes later, furious shouts echoed from the room.

He pretended not to hear. Since Coco once kicked the PC tower and hurt her toes, she rarely did self-destructive things. He wasn't worried about the computer. Mouse and keyboard? They'd survived countless throws.

Returning to the bedroom, Feng Ye found the PC unplugged. Coco lay on his bed, frowning prettily at her tablet. Seeing him, she pouted and looked down.

Feng Ye paused. Then he remembered—it was Saturday. No wonder she'd brought her pillow.

Their agreement allowed Coco to sleep with him only on weekends. This built her independence. She had claustrophobia and had barely adapted to sleeping alone. Still, every weekend, she came on time.

"Done playing?" Feng Ye teased, finding her sulky look cute.

"That trash game? I don't even want it," she snapped. She placed her tablet on the nightstand, pulled the blanket over herself, and lay down. Clearly done with the topic.

Feng Ye didn't push it. He slipped under the covers. Though sulking, Coco instinctively snuggled closer to his warmth. Only then could she sleep soundly.

Amused, Feng Ye watched her turn her back but press against him. Helplessly, he patted her little head and pulled her soft body into his embrace.

"I'm turning off the light," he whispered in her ear.

Coco hesitated, then gave a soft "Mm." Alone, she always kept her warm little orange lamp on. But with her brother here, darkness wasn't a big deal.

Just as Feng Ye savored the sibling warmth, a small hand forcefully pushed down below. Coco's grumbling voice followed: "Don't poke me with that thing."

Feng Ye's face burned with embarrassment.