As soon as Little Yichen opened the door, he instructed the system, “Draw the curtains close.”
After a brief second, the curtains responded and slowly drew themselves closed.
“Turn on the light.”
The light came on with a snap. Then three supercomputers came into sight.
The reason they were called supercomputers was because of all the gaming-related equipment, such as the keyboard, the mouse, the stereo… earphones… were of the best configurations in the market currently. Apparently, the boy had outfitted the study out of his own New Year’s money savings account.
And it was also said… The boy’s New Year’s money savings account was worth at least nine figures. Installing these equipment was really nothing.
Intrigued, Youyou sat down in the computer chair. It had a massage function and was also designed to ergonomic standards in case prolonged gaming caused problems with the cervical and lumbar vertebrae. When he sat down, it wrapped snugly around him. It was indeed very comfortable.
The boy frowned. “Where’s the display?”
“Wait a minute.” Little Yichen pressed some kind of button, and a moment later the display rack slowly lowered from overhead.
On a display rack, there were a total of three display screens. The middle one was a curved screen. For the sake of gaming, the boy had installed the best configuration available.
He proceeded to log into the game account for his brother. Youyou watched in a daze.
“This is a European server, but there are many Chinese players on it.” The boy explained the rules of the game to Youyou. “Do you know anything about mercenaries?”
“I do.”
“A hundred players participate in each game, in the role of mercenaries. They parachute onto any spot on the island, look for weapons, vehicles, and supplies with their bare hands, and fight in a variety of terrain. To win, strategy is as important as marksmanship. Every competition segment in the game takes place randomly at a given Safe Zone, and the weapons and props obtained in each area appear randomly. If you can survive till the end, you win.”
“Which means…” Youyou groaned, “The other ninety-nine players are losers.”
“You could say so!”
“Then why is this game called ‘Chicken Dinner’?”
“Winner winner chicken dinner. Ever heard of it?”
“I have. It’s a quote from Vegas casinos.”
Once upon a time, every casino in Las Vegas offered a meal containing three pieces of chicken, potatoes and vegetables worth $1.79. At the time, the standard reward for winning a bet was $2.00, so if you won once, you had enough money to buy a chicken dinner.
“If you get first place in this game, that’s the sentence. Translated, it means good luck. Chicken dinner tonight! So that’s how the nickname came about.”
“Oh.”
“But not every player is so lucky to get a chicken dinner.”
Youyou asked, “Is Gong Fan good at this game?”
“Super awesome!” Little Yichen looked incredulous. “Every time I get a chicken dinner, it’s only because he plays on my behalf.”
“I remember, he wasn’t as sharp a shooter as you are.”
“This game isn’t just about excellent marksmanship. You have to have good insight. At the same time, you have to have sharp eyesight and hearing. Also, the most important thing is to remain calm. Even if you hear footsteps right outside the door, you have to be calm and not be impulsive. I’m just too impulsive every time. I always end up getting shot at.”
