At this thought, everyone gasped, and the way they looked at Ryan Clark changed once again.
Henry Cooper, being straightforward by nature, couldn't help but ask immediately, "The Wanderer, be honest, is this really your first time playing this game?"
Hearing Henry Cooper's words, Ryan Clark realized that his performance just now might have been a bit over the top.
He shrugged, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "Of course it's my first time playing, haha. The guys on the other side are really dumb, just running right into my gun..."
Hearing Ryan Clark's words, the three who had just been killed all felt a twinge in their teeth, thinking this guy was kind of "pointing at the mulberry tree and cursing the locust tree"...
Recalling the scene just now, Brian Carter suddenly thought of something and called out to Ryan Clark, "No way! I just remembered, that grenade just now, Second Brother, you threw it even more skillfully than us. If it was your first time playing, there's no way you'd know how to switch to grenades."
After saying this, he looked at Ryan Clark smugly, with a face that said, "I've caught you, better confess!"
But to his surprise, Ryan Clark, who was looting, turned his head and gave him a look as if he was looking at an idiot, then casually tapped the phone he had placed next to the keyboard.
Seeing Ryan Clark's action, the three of them curiously leaned in.
"PUBG basic key bindings overview!"
Seeing what was displayed on the phone screen, Brian Carter almost spat out a mouthful of blood!
It was obvious now—if you weren't a newbie, basically no one would look at this while playing.
Even those who had played a few times would be looking at guides like "PUBG Beginner's Guide" or "How to Ambush Like a Pro," but to be looking at the basic key bindings while playing, that had to be the greenest of green newbies.
Seeing this, Brian Carter could only let out a long sigh, cover his face, and say, "When I first started, I couldn't even get four kills in a whole day. Second Brother wipes a squad solo on his first try—man, comparing people really pisses you off!"
Henry Cooper also nodded, rubbing his chin and commenting, "I didn't expect The Wanderer to be so bad at LOL, but so good at PUBG. Maybe it's some kind of gaming talent."
After saying that, he glanced at Ryan Clark, who had finished looting and completely upgraded his gear, and couldn't help but say, "Forget it, The Wanderer, just quit the game and let's start another round. Maybe today we'll actually get a chicken dinner!"
As soon as Henry Cooper finished speaking, the boss, David Brooks, immediately waved his hand and said, "No way! Let Second Brother keep playing, let him get used to it. We didn't have time just now, but now we can teach him."
Brian Carter, standing to the side, nodded and said with a smile, "I agree, and I have a feeling Second Brother is going to get a chicken dinner this round!"
"I feel the same way!" David Brooks nodded solemnly.
"Chicken dinner? Yeah, right!" Henry Cooper glanced at the 65 alive count in the upper right corner of the screen and couldn't help but laugh, "The Wanderer picking up the game this fast is impressive, but if this were solo, maybe he could hide and survive. But you guys need to remember, this is a four-man squad."
"If we all die now, The Wanderer is basically solo-squadding."
"Chicken dinner? If he actually gets a chicken dinner this round, I'll treat all of you to chicken tonight! Big plate chicken!"
Hearing Henry Cooper's words, Brian Carter and David Brooks both turned to look at Ryan Clark with eyes shining.
"Second Brother! Whether Third Brother has to spend money tonight is all up to you!"
"Second Brother! Go for it! Yiyiyiyi!!!"
"Stop grossing me out!" Ryan Clark cursed with a laugh. "I just got lucky, don't get your hopes up too high."
Just then, David Brooks, who was sitting on the far left, suddenly stood up and seriously patted Ryan Clark on the shoulder. "Second Brother! Hang in there! I believe you can do it!"
After saying that, he grinned and said, "You guys teach Second Brother how to play, I'm going to take care of some personal business."
Hearing David Brooks's words, Ryan Clark's face immediately darkened.
Damn it!
He had really thought his awesome moves just now had made them all submit to his accidental display of "kingly aura," but it turned out Big Brother just needed to go to the bathroom...
Ryan Clark's personality was also a bit reserved and proud.
If you said he was strong, he didn't care.
Even if he acted modest on the surface, he could take all the praise without blushing or skipping a beat.
But if you said he wasn't good...
He might not show it on the outside, but inside, he'd definitely take it to heart.
……
About ten minutes later, David Brooks walked out of the internet café bathroom feeling refreshed.
Striding back toward his seat, he thought to himself, "Second Brother should be done by now. I wonder if these guys started another round while I was gone."
Just as he passed by the big screen in the lounge area on the first floor of the internet café, a burst of lively chatter reached his ears.
"Holy crap! That's 15 kills! And there are still over 30 people left."
"Awesome! If this guy gets a chicken dinner, won't he have 30 kills?"
"30 kills? Are you kidding? The highest kill record in Asia is only 36, right?"
"Yeah, do you really think our internet café would have a god like Lech?"
"Damn! He just killed another one!"