Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 487 - 329 Going Astray_1

Chapter 487: Chapter 329 Going Astray_1

Feng Yi, who was thought to not fall for Pan Youning’s bluffs, now only regretted not bringing a notebook.

He genuinely found the things Pan Youning was saying very useful!

Perhaps to others, it was merely game experience and theory that could be used within the game, but for Feng Yi, it was about his future life and career.

Therefore, on such critical matters, he could not allow himself to be disturbed by others.

After Pan Youning finished a segment and analyzed the situation on the field, he turned to Feng Yi and said, "Given the current time and their commotion in battle, Brother Yi, we need to switch locations. They might charge even more fanatically soon; their emotions could flare up, and there’s a chance they might even hit their own teammates by mistake, especially with us sitting still in one spot, we could be taken out without them seeing clearly. The indoor field is not as spacious as the outdoor, and it’s not easy to choose a spot."

Pondering over the layout of the field, Pan Youning thought about which route to take next, which position would be safer.

However, Feng Yi was so engrossed in what he was hearing that he didn’t want to waste time dodging left and right.

"It’s okay, keep going," Feng Yi said.

What else could Pan Youning do?

Of course, he would do as his life-saving benefactor wished!

His purpose today was to ensure Feng Yi had a good time, so since Feng Yi chose to stay here and listen to him boast, he would happily continue his tale!

In short, a life-saving debt! A confidant is hard to come by!

Anyway, this round was almost over, and it seemed like Feng Yi wasn’t very interested in this kind of shooting game; it might even be better to get taken out early.

But this passive attitude made him feel a bit guilty toward his brother and teammates.

Cast aside other thoughts; Pan Youning continued sharing his tactical theories with Feng Yi. Feng Yi’s serious attitude filled him with confidence; maybe one day, he could even write a manual!

After discussing team tactics, Pan Youning was about to talk about individual play.

Suddenly, Feng Yi said, "Hold on, take a break."

"Oh, okay!"

Pan Youning was deeply touched. His benefactor was considering his feelings!

In fact, he could continue like this for another hour!

But he accepted the good intention of his benefactor, and after catching his breath, he would continue!

"Thanks..."

Pan Youning meant to say "Thanks, Brother Yi, for understanding," but before he could finish, he saw Feng Yi quickly stand up.

Whoosh! He dashed by like the wind.

It was as if the scene from a short while back was replaying.

Pan Youning forgot to breathe for a moment.

He watched as his benefactor silently sprinted to a nearby container, feet hardly stopping, almost skimming the wall of the container as he ascended and then—

Thump thump thump!

After a swift and efficient series of shots, he was back like the wind.

Feng Yi squatted down next to Pan Youning again and urged, "Keep going; you were about to talk about solo players!"

Pan Youning: "..."

The breath he’d been holding finally came rushing out.

He took another deep breath.

For a moment, he actually forgot how to continue.

If the earlier elimination of an enemy player could be attributed to luck, the deft handling of another enemy player now was not luck, but skill!

As his respect soared, Pan Youning also felt a flicker of intimidation.

His tactical theories, are they... maybe... probably, not really suitable for Brother Yi?

Sorry! He really had never seen such a player before!

In the observation room, the two instructors were also greatly surprised.

"How did he climb up so quickly just now?"

"Pull up that camera footage and have a look!"

To prevent disputes caused by unforeseen incidents, many cameras were installed around the battlefield.

At times, players would even ask for copies of their team’s performance to analyze after the game.

Soon, the segment captured by the cameras a moment ago was pulled up.

On the screen, Feng Yi moved swiftly. His feet never stopping, speed unrelenting, he leaped up the side of the container and fired decisively at another approaching enemy player.

But the sequence of movements was so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

"Play it in slow motion."

"Slower!"

The two instructors watched the slowed-down footage without saying a word for a while.

Moments later.

"This... this is special forces level!"

"Do you think he’s just someone who catches snakes?"

"To only let him be an expert catching snakes would indeed be a waste of talent! Or maybe, the Federation Bureau gave him some secret missions that just haven’t been made public?"

"Possible! Those skills don’t look like they’re just for catching snakes!"

"Actually, when you really think about it, the Federation Bureau has many departments, and Feng Yi might not only be taking on snake-catching tasks. Perhaps there really are other secrets behind the scenes!"

The more they thought about it, the more they were convinced!

A quick online search raised more doubts.

For instance, the time Feng Yi went into the mountains alone, and the Federation Bureau approved it, claiming it was for searching for some snake, but now, it doesn’t quite add up!

This pattern was something they’d seen often.

Typically, those secret missions would have one story for the public while another agenda was carried out in the shadows.

It’s quite possible that Feng Yi has other secret tasks within the Federation Bureau!

"The Federation Bureau is so cunning!"

"They’ve even turned Feng Yi into an internet sensation!"

If they hadn’t witnessed Feng Yi’s style of play in the shooting game today, they would have been completely fooled by the Federation Bureau’s narrative.

"He’s not suited for this kind of... game."

"He probably won’t participate in the next one. If he really joins in again, I would feel like ’the kids are playing nicely, what are you, an adult, doing butting in? Have you no shame?’ That’s the kind of feeling it would give off!"

A bunch of twenty-something robust young men never imagined they would be seen as "kids" by the instructors.

"Unless it’s for a TV show, with a performative nature, scripted, acting according to the script, there’s really no need otherwise."