Chapter 155: Are You Bald and Claiming to be a Gaming Pro?
Chapter 155: Are You Bald and Claiming to be a Gaming Pro?
"Yecheng, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what do you do for a living?"
Upon confirming that Yecheng might be an Invisible Rich Second Generation, Saitama's heart began to race. Unemployed for years, his savings were about to run dry.
If this continued, he feared even a vegetarian diet would be a struggle to maintain.
Having been a couch potato for so long, Saitama no longer desired a strenuous job. Moreover, with the frequent appearance of monstrosities, the employment rate in society was abysmally low, making it challenging to find decent work.
After suspecting that Yecheng might be a Rich Second Generation, the Bald Tyrant immediately hatched a plan, intending to leverage their neighborly relationship to secure a comfortable yet well-paid job for Yecheng.
"I'm similar to you, more or less a jobless loafer, but I occasionally have some special sources of income."
Hearing Yecheng's words, Saitama became even more convinced of his suspicions. Wasn't this the typical rich second-generation setup? The so-called special income source was probably an allowance of billions from his family.
In the kitchen, Yecheng efficiently cleaned the seafood and then brought the plates and induction cooker directly to the table.
Cooking seafood in a hot pot was almost the most wasteful way to eat, but preparing seafood was indeed troublesome.
Yecheng wasn't going to go to the trouble of making sashimi to accommodate the Bald Tyrant, so he simply boiled it in the hot pot.
"Do you mean your special income source is an allowance from your family?"
Seeing the Bald Tyrant's expectant gaze, Yecheng felt perplexed, but he replied, "Of course not. I'm a part-time model.
Occasionally, I get called to shoot commercials or fashion magazine spreads. Although it's only once or twice a month, the income is quite decent."
Yecheng had this job because one day, while strolling on the street, he encountered a so-called talent scout.
The effeminate middle-aged man praised Yecheng's exceptional physical attributes, assuring him that if he entered the industry, he would undoubtedly become a star.
Even when Yecheng was carrying a long sword at his waist, the man mistook him for a hero and expressed that if Yecheng joined their talent agency, he would surely become the next 'Sweetheart Mask'.
At the time, Yecheng was short on funds but had no desire to become a hero in the spotlight, so he agreed to the man's offer, accepting only simpler jobs.
Listening to Yecheng's explanation, Saitama couldn't help but show a slightly disappointed expression. After all, the opportunity to latch onto a wealthy tycoon's coattails had just slipped away.
The Bald Tyrant envied Yecheng's situation, wishing he could also have such a relaxed yet well-paid job.
But after glancing at Yecheng's face, handsome enough to make 99.9% of men jealous, and feeling his own shiny bald head, he instantly realized the improbability of such a scenario.
If he ever debuted, it would be as a comedian, not a model or idol.
While eating the seafood hot pot, the Bald Tyrant generously offered his recently purchased cabbage and tofu, explaining that visiting someone's home for a meal without bringing something was impolite.
Yecheng had bought the seafood intending to eat it over two days, but the Bald Tyrant insisted on throwing it all into the pot, claiming that seafood would spoil if left uneaten.
By the end of the meal, Yecheng realized he had underestimated the Bald Tyrant's shamelessness. All the premium seafood had disappeared into the man's stomach.
As for the cabbage and tofu Yecheng brought, the Bald Tyrant didn't touch a single bite!
After eating so much seafood, did he fear his uric acid levels spiking?
"It's getting late, so I think I'll take my leave... for now.
"Before Night City could finish his sentence, the well-fed baldie had already taken a seat in front of the gaming console Night City had just purchased, grabbing the game controller.
"Night City, do you enjoy gaming too? How about a friendly match to unwind after dinner?"
To be honest, I'm also a gaming pro. Don't be fooled by my extensive collection; I might not be your match."
Hearing the baldie's provocation, Night City's emotions instantly spiraled out of control!
If it were a real-life combat, Night City admitted he wasn't a match for the Bald Tyrant, but when it came to gaming, being a king who could dominate with a single finger, could this baldie even be considered a pro?
To show the baldie the true meaning of power disparity and what a real gaming pro was, Night City immediately grabbed the second controller and readily accepted the baldie's challenge.
They played a fighting game. Due to the baldie's unfamiliarity with the game, Night City generously offered to let him start with half health and decided the winner based on a best-of-three format, preventing the baldie from making excuses later.
In the first round, Night City, with his skilled gaming techniques, effortlessly controlled his character and KO'd the baldie's character without a doubt.
But during this round, Night City quickly realized something was amiss. The baldie's gaming skills weren't as poor as he had imagined; they were even superior to most players.
His character control was a bit clumsy, but that was because the baldie was still unfamiliar with the game.
Saitama's extraordinary reflexes and speed were evident, and while his gaming skills might be lacking, these qualities were more than enough to make up for any technical shortcomings.
As the second round began, the baldie changed his strategy, employing an extremely sneaky playstyle.
Most fighting games have time limits, and when the time runs out, the winner is determined by the remaining health of both characters.
Night City had started with half health, so the time limit was naturally a significant disadvantage for him.
The baldie, spotting this weakness, resorted to a cowardly strategy of defense without offense. In the end, as time ran out, the baldie won the second round with a slight health advantage.
"That's just too despicable!"
Night City turned to the baldie, who looked innocent, but who would have thought that Saitama, who could defeat anyone with a single punch, would resort to such a sneaky playstyle?
"How can this be despicable? The time limit is part of the game rules, and I call it a tactic."
The baldie's explanation left Night City speechless.
In the third and final round, Night City no longer underestimated the baldie. From the start, he unleashed his full strength, pushing the baldie's character into a continuous retreat.
However, when Night City's character cornered the baldie's, he began using an extremely sneaky series of low kicks.
If they exchanged blows, the one with less health would naturally be Night City, who had started with half health. But if he waited for an opportunity to attack, he would still lose when the time ran out.
Just as Night City filled his character's energy bar and used his ultimate move on the baldie's character, the baldie simultaneously unleashed his ultimate move! As the two characters clashed in a white flash on the screen, both fell to the ground, and a draw appeared on the screen...
(End of Chapter)
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