In full focus mode, Jiang Xuehan first assessed the current situation.

Though hiding behind a large boulder, enemies had her pinned from the front and sides. One peek would get her taken out.

She absolutely couldn’t charge out to face four opponents alone. Patience was key—waiting for their slip-up.

Despite the grim odds, a glint of unshakable confidence flickered in her wide eyes. Clutched in her hands was a top-tier in-game rifle: the SCAR-L.

The SCAR-L—FN SCAR Light Assault Rifle—was Belgium’s next-gen military issue. Its Tappet gas system fired NATO-standard 5.56mm rounds. Among the world’s finest assault rifles, it boasted pinpoint accuracy and devastating burst-fire power at mid-range, though weak for long distances.

As a former top-ten global player, Jiang Xuehan knew every strength and flaw of this weapon. Seconds ticked by as she crouched silently behind the rock, scanning her surroundings with razor-sharp caution.

The enemies grew restless. Unsure if she was still there, one impulsive teammate rushed forward to check.

*Crack! Crack!* Two headshots dropped him instantly—showcasing the SCAR-L’s lethal mid-range precision.

The downed enemy crawled desperately toward his teammates’ rescue range. Another shot slammed into his leg, leaving his health bar hanging by a sliver. Keep crawling, and he’d bleed out before escaping her sightlines.

*Bet he’s screaming in team chat right now:* "HELP! ONE PERSON BEHIND THE ROCK! THREE OF YOU—DON’T WIMP OUT! I’LL UNFRIEND YOU ALL!"

Sure enough, his three teammates charged to save him. Almost simultaneously, they entered Jiang Xuehan’s firing arc.

But "almost" meant everything.

To casual players, one second felt simultaneous. To elites? Even 0.1 seconds mattered.

They entered her range at 0.0s, 0.13s, and 0.38s—placing her squarely in their crosshairs too.

An average player might eliminate one before getting riddled by the other two. A skilled one could take down two, but fall to the last.

Jiang Xuehan was world-class. Her reflexes and aim ranked among the planet’s top ten.

To onlookers, her screen spun at blinding speed. Mouse clicks snapped like gunfire—*crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!*—as notifications flooded her HUD:

『donghai321 eliminated wuyanzu with SCAR-L (Headshot)』

『donghai321 eliminated yuwenle with SCAR-L』

『donghai321 eliminated wangdonghui with SCAR-L (Headshot)』

The blond guy watching behind her gaped, jaw dropped wide enough to fit an egg. *This reaction speed… this aim… is this even human?*

If he hadn’t seen it live, he’d swear she was cheating.

Wu De stood frozen beside him. *Is this really a newbie? She’s a god-tier player!*

Jiang Xuehan’s inhuman precision came from freakish muscle control.

Ordinary arm movement relied on imprecise muscle contractions—ask someone to shift their arm exactly 20cm, and most would miss by over 1cm.

Hers? A mere 1mm error.

Back in first grade, while classmates fumbled with rulers, Meng Han could trace an object’s edge with his finger and instantly state its exact length.

After Shiva’s genetic engineering remade her as a girl, Jiang Xuehan’s senses and coordination sharpened further. Micro-movements became effortless.

Aiming meant moving the mouse to align crosshairs. Most players adjusted by feel.

Jiang Xuehan calculated differently. The instant an enemy entered range, her mind computed the exact pixel distance and angle between crosshair and head—converting it instantly to precise mouse movement.

Her small hand executed it like clockwork: aim, fire, eliminate. Repeat.

What looked like cheat-code perfection to others was simply three calculated arm motions to her.

The match wasn’t over. After looting the four bodies, Jiang Xuehan sprinted toward the final circle. She needed first place—and the 1,000 yuan bet.

The rest was a solo slaughter show. Under the awed stares of net-cafe spectators, she danced through gunfire with surgical strafing, pre-aiming, and headshot chains—like the Reaper harvesting souls, leaving only corpses in her wake.

Her final victory came with a perfectly controlled spray-down. The screen flashed: 『Winner Winner Chicken Dinner』.

"Phew. Finally won." Jiang Xuehan stretched with a happy sigh. Full concentration was exhausting.

But the money mattered more. She snatched the 1,000 yuan from the blond guy’s pile and stuffed it into her pocket. "Hey, Wu De. You promised—winner takes all."

"Huh? Oh. Right." Wu De blinked back to reality seconds later.

*Clap clap clap!*

The blond guy applauded behind her, face now filled with pure respect. "Insane! Real god-tier sis—I’m convinced!"

*Clap clap clap clap…*

The entire net cafe erupted in cheers. Spectators who’d witnessed her rampage now showered her with admiration.

Though used to online praise as a former top-streamer, live applause flustered her. She lowered her head shyly. "Just got lucky. Played above my rank today."

"Nah! You’re too humble! Sis, take me as your disciple? Teach me your ways?"

"Uh… pass."

Once the crowd dispersed, Wu De finally snapped out of his daze. He grabbed Jiang Xuehan’s shoulders, eyes blazing. "Please! Join our e-sports club! With you, we’ll win the championship in two weeks! We can fight to save our club from being disbanded!"

His excitement was raw, genuine. But Jiang Xuehan stayed calm. "Your club’s only for Donghai University students, right? I’m not even your classmate."

"Oh. Right…" Wu De withdrew his hands, embarrassed. "Xiao Han… which school *are* you from? I never asked."

Jiang Xuehan hated this question. But since he’d helped her earn that 1,000 yuan… "I dropped out in second year of high school. Been working since."

"What? Why quit? You’re barely legal! With your talent, you could’ve—"

"Wu De. Drop it." Ding Kui pulled him back. "She’s got her reasons. Don’t push."

Perfect timing—their three-hour session was ending. Jiang Xuehan stood up. "Time’s up. I’ve got my supermarket shift. Bye."

With that nonchalant farewell, her petite figure vanished from the net cafe. Only Wu De kept staring at the empty doorway, lost in thought.