Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 112 : SDL, TQL, WSL

Although some unpleasant things happened, Bai He ultimately won the match, and her rank points broke through 3900, with Grandmaster within reach.

Getting angry first thing in the morning ruined her good weekend mood completely. Bai He directly closed the game, and her planned climb was stillborn.

Returning to the desktop, a speaker icon in the bottom right corner was flashing. Bai He clicked it—it was a friend request.

She quickly realized this should be the mysterious classmate who had communicated with her on the desk the other day, so she approved the request.

She looked at the chat window, pondering how to start the conversation appropriately.

Hello? Would that seem too distant?

Start with self-introduction? That might seem too abrupt.

While Bai He was still struggling with this, the other person had already sent her a message first.

"Hello! Can I ask what character your avatar is? It looks really familiar but I can't remember."

Starting with such a question was an unexpected approach for Bai He. This person seemed very easy to talk to.

"Yuzu Aihara, she's the protagonist of a manga called 'Citrus.'"

"Oh oh, that one! I remember now, that's why it looked so familiar."

Having found a common topic, the two quickly became familiar with each other.

From their chat, Bai He learned the other person's name was Bei Yaofeng, a classmate from the adjacent class.

Seeing the name Bei Yaofeng, another person immediately appeared in Bai He's mind—Bei Yaoyue.

It wasn't hard to guess they should be sisters, since the surname Bei Yao was extremely rare, even unique.

Actually, she had quite a bad impression of Bei Yaoyue. In her memory, Bei Yaoyue was a rich girl who put on airs because of her wealthy family, acting like she was worth 2.58 million all the time, giving everyone a cold shoulder. They'd been classmates for a year but had barely spoken to each other.

For such a person, someone from her poor family background naturally couldn't develop any good feelings—not that she resented the rich, but Bei Yaoyue's annoying personality was the main reason. As another rich girl, she had a decent impression of Bei Yaofeng, who seemed to share her interests.

"By the way, you play Overwatch too?" the other person asked her.

"Of course." Bai He couldn't help but smile, finding the other person somewhat silly. They had met because of a quote from an Overwatch hero, after all.

"Are you free now? Want to play a couple of matches?"

"Sure."

The two exchanged Battle.net IDs, added each other as friends, and launched Overwatch.

Bai He scrolled through her friends list, found the player named "A Worthy Opponent," and invited them to her group.

Switching to team voice chat, she cleared her throat and said: "Hello, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you."

The soft, sweet voice coming through her headphones made Bai He's heartstrings tremble violently, leaving her momentarily stunned.

So... so nice!

Bai He was a severe Kugimiya-disease patient. She felt Bei Yaofeng's voice was even more destructive than Kugimiya's. If she could be scolded by Bei Yaofeng... it would definitely feel amazing!

Of course, thinking was one thing, but she couldn't possibly ask the other person to scold her right off the bat—that would definitely be seen as crazy.

"Competitive or Quick Play?" Bai He asked. She clicked on Bei Yaofeng's profile and sorted by hero playtime: Ana, Mercy, Roadhog, Reinhardt, and Zarya.

Looked like a support-tank player.

With over 2800 SR, that was considered above-average level.

"Quick Play? Don't want to play competitive, too exhausting."

"Alright."

Bai He selected Quick Play. Seeing that Bei Yaofeng had selected damage, support, and tank roles simultaneously, she casually said: "If you select like that, you'll only get to play support and tank."

"I'm used to it, I'm always filling," came a helpless laugh from the voice chat. "Otherwise the queue takes too long, but I don't mind—I'll play whatever's needed."

What a good person.

Bai He thought this as she, no matter what mode she played, would only select damage if role selection was needed.

She felt gaming was about having fun—why should she compromise herself to accommodate others?

After chatting for a while more, they finally got into a game.

"Now arriving at Route 66. Prepare to attack."

She instalocked Widowmaker without any hesitation. Route 66 had open sightlines and long engagement ranges—it was almost one of the most suitable maps for her performance.

Her ability to climb to 3900 SR relied on her godlike aim, and Widowmaker the sniper could maximize her advantage.

Bei Yaofeng was assigned to support and chose Ana.

"Want to join team voice?" Bai He asked her.

"Nah, too lazy to switch channels in Quick Play."

Quick Play wins and losses weren't that important after all, so communication between teammates was relatively less crucial. Most premade groups chose to stay in their party voice chat.

Perhaps with a mentality of carrying a girl, Bai He performed even better than usual. Coincidentally matching against opponents of lower skill level, she went on a killing spree, eliminating one enemy every ten steps without leaving a trace for a thousand li.

Grapple hook, fly up, scope in, aim, headshot—all in one fluid motion. She was a hero among Widowmakers.

At the end-of-match highlight, she performed a stylish triple headshot combo, then departed without seeking fame or recognition.

"Holy shit, amazing skills, too strong, worship you."

Hearing Bei Yaofeng's praise through her headphones, Bai He felt somewhat smug. Although she couldn't be scolded by Bei Yaofeng, being praised felt pretty good too.

Happy times always pass quickly. Time slipped away unnoticed, and it was already eleven o'clock.

The alarm clock beside her rang. Bai He's smile slowly faded. After a moment of silence, she said somewhat dejectedly: "I have something to do and need to go out first. Let's play together again later."

"Eh? So urgent? Won't you finish this match?"

"Mm, I have to leave right now."

"Alright then, see you next time."

"See you."

After saying goodbye to Bei Yaofeng, Bai He closed her computer, got up and sat at her vanity, applying simple light makeup.

In the living room, Bai He's mother was earnestly working on cross-stitch. Seeing her daughter come out of the bedroom, she quickly put on a gentle smile: "Sweetie, going out to work again?"

"Mm, going to discuss signing a contract for a new book with an editor." Bai He smiled somewhat guiltily, then lowered her head as if hiding and walked to the entrance to change shoes. "I should be back around four or five this afternoon. Need me to buy anything tonight?"

"We're almost out of cooking oil. Please pick up a bottle on your way back tonight."

"Okay, I'm heading out then."

"Be careful on the road."

Watching her daughter's hurried departing figure, Mother Bai showed a gratified smile: "My daughter has grown up..."

Bai He lost her father at a young age and had depended on her mother since childhood. Her mother was illiterate and could only do odd jobs or physical labor to supplement the family income, working hard to raise Bai He.

Fortunately, Bai He was quite capable. She had enviable talent in studying, consistently ranking at the top of her class with excellent grades since childhood. During the high school entrance exam, she was even more outstanding, successfully entering Tianshui No. 1 High School and making it into Class 1.

What made Mother Bai even more gratified was that after entering high school, Bai He started writing novels in her spare time without affecting her academic performance. Although they weren't popular and only earned her over three thousand yuan per month, for the impoverished Bai family, this was undoubtedly like timely assistance in snow.