Chapter 225: Chapter 223: Live Stream Cross-dressing

Fang Chenyi was going to loot the crate. Even though he had killed the player right after they landed, their crate still had clothes in it!

Thrift is a traditional virtue of the Huaxia People, so based on the principle that even an ant is still meat, Fang Chenyi bounded over to the terrace in just a few leaps.

Meanwhile, the viewers in Principal Wang’s livestream were completely baffled, wondering what kind of stunt Fang Chenyi was pulling this time.

He quickly ran to the two crates and opened them. Sure enough, there was only a set of clothes inside, and it was a girl’s short dress.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi picked it up without a moment’s hesitation.

At the same time, the viewers in Principal Wang’s stream witnessed a startling scene. On screen, after Fang Chenyi’s male character bent over, he was suddenly wearing a frilly, pink little dress...

Shanshan is a badass: "Holy shit, I can’t believe the expert is into this stuff!!!"

Young and frivolous, also amorous: "Shocking! Male streamer caught with a passion for cross-dressing!"

Lingering light of the past: "Oh my god, I’ve finally found one of my people!"

Please call me Mr. Magic: "Holy shit, my eyes! He’s even trying to steal my gig!! That’s my dress!"

...

’What the hell?’ Fang Chenyi stared dumbly at the frilly, pink little dress that had suddenly appeared on his character. ’Holy shit, what is going on? System, you bastard, why didn’t you reclaim this?!’

But no matter how he called out in his mind, the system gave no response whatsoever. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Brother Fang, how’s your search going? I’m pretty much done here. The circle is about to close, and it’s putting the power plant just outside the zone. Should we start moving toward the prison?"

Bufan, who had just finished looting a small building outside the power plant, was the first to speak, while Fang Chenyi was still agonizing over why the system hadn’t taken away the little dress he was wearing.

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi snapped back to his senses. He quickly swapped the little dress back to his plain default clothes, then turned and ran downstairs, calling out to Bufan:

"You guys go on ahead. I’m going to do a couple of laps around the power plant and see how many items spawned here this round."

Uh...

Bufan and the other two squad members were speechless. They had no idea what was up with this guy. The item spawns were random every match, so what was the use in knowing how many things spawned in the power plant?

But since Fang Chenyi had spoken, it wasn’t their place to argue. They simply found a car and drove to the nearest cluster of buildings to loot, positioning themselves to pick up Fang Chenyi at a moment’s notice.

Fang Chenyi paid his teammates no mind, instead starting to run up and down the floors of the power plant buildings. As he did, a continuous stream of notifications sounded in his head.

[Master has picked up one Frag Grenade. System reward: 3,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into Master’s bank account. Please check your balance.]

[Master has picked up 60 rounds of 9mm ammo. System reward: 6,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into Master’s bank account. Please check your balance.]

[Master has picked up one M416 rifle. System reward: 10,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into Master’s bank account. Please check your balance.]

[Master has picked up one Energy Drink. System reward: 1,500 yuan. The reward has been deposited into Master’s bank account. Please check your balance.]

...

Perhaps because the safe zone was shifting, there wasn’t a single other player in the power plant besides Fang Chenyi.

The viewers in Principal Wang’s stream were still completely baffled. No one could figure out the purpose behind Fang Chenyi’s bizarre maneuvers.

But Fang Chenyi was having the time of his life looting. As he came downstairs, he happened to see the crate of the player he had knocked down earlier.

He walked over and took a look. Oho! Nice. A full set of Level 2 gear, plus an AKM, an M762, over a hundred rounds of ammo, and a red dot sight.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but grin. ’Damn, this one crate alone is worth at least a hundred thousand yuan!’

He casually picked up the M762 from the crate, waiting for the system to reclaim it. Unfortunately, after he picked it up, it was equipped directly to his character. The system’s reclamation prompt never sounded.

At this point, Fang Chenyi started to understand. ’So the system only reclaims things found on the ground. It can’t reclaim gear from players you’ve killed.’

Applying some real-world logic, Fang Chenyi guessed that the system probably classified items on the ground as "ownerless," basically junk, which was why it would reclaim them.

’Now that I get it...’ Fang Chenyi felt a pang of disappointment. ’This means I’ll have to do the hard work of scavenging everywhere myself.’

He shook his head with a sigh, picked up all the remaining items, and then turned and ran out of the power plant building.

When the viewers in Principal Wang’s stream saw Fang Chenyi finally pick up a full set of gear, they couldn’t help but start complaining.

Lian Hongchen: "Damn, so you do know how to pick up a rifle! I thought you were going to go all the way with just a Desert Eagle!"

White Robe and Cyan Shirt: "That’s so boring! We want to see the master win a chicken dinner with just a Desert Eagle!"

Bronze King Five: "If the master gets a chicken dinner with just a Deagle, I, your boy Wu, will livestream myself twerking in a dress!"

Please call me Mr. Magic: "I second that! Type 1 if you want to see the master win with a Deagle! Type 1 if you want to see the guy above twerk in a dress!"

In an instant, the entire stream’s chat was flooded with the number 1!

Seeing this, Principal Wang gave a helpless cough and, for the first time, broke protocol to interrupt the game, saying:

"Ahem, uh, Brother Fang, the fans in the stream all want to see you get a chicken dinner with just a Desert Eagle..."

Fang Chenyi, who had just run out of a small shack feeling smug about the 20,000 yuan he’d just picked up, froze when he heard Principal Wang’s words.

He glanced quizzically at the phone displaying the livestream and saw the screen was completely filled with the number 1. He asked, a little confused:

"What’s going on?"

Principal Wang replied with a wry smile, "Someone said that if you get a chicken dinner with just a Desert Eagle, he’ll livestream himself twerking in a dress."

Fang Chenyi’s mouth twitched. ’Twerking in a dress... This dude is really something else...’

Since that’s what they wanted to watch, and Fang Chenyi didn’t care how he played anyway, he decided to go along with it.

So he opened his inventory and, with a great CLATTER, threw everything out, leaving only the Desert Eagle and about sixty rounds of .45 ACP ammo.

Not only that, but he even dropped the full set of gear he was wearing.

Seeing the huge pile of items appear on the ground through the game screen, the viewers in the livestream immediately went wild.

Bronze King Five: "Holy shit, the master’s a fucking legend! He didn’t even leave himself a pair of pants!"

[To be continued...]

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