Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

The only ten yuan he had left was also lost to Jiang Siming.

"I want to go again! I’ll bet this envelope!" Lei Jiayin still couldn’t believe it.

"Alright, let’s do it."

Two seconds later, Lei Jiayin was completely broke, and even the envelope was won by Jiang Siming before he could even look at it.

"Bro Jiayin, this ten yuan is my sponsorship for you. Use it wisely, okay? I’m off." Jiang Siming left behind the last ten yuan he won, turned around, and disappeared.

Lei Jiayin was on the verge of tears, looking absolutely miserable.

"What do I need this big head for!"

After stepping outside, Jiang Siming opened the envelope he had won from Lei Jiayin, but unfortunately, it still wasn’t information about Reba.@@novelbin@@

[Xiao Zhu: Currently at Bai Mansion, 6 km from your location]

He arrived at Bai Mansion, where Xiao Zhu was supposed to be.

Jiang Siming found that Xiao Zhu had already left. He must have gotten someone else’s information and run off.

The prop task at Bai Mansion required participants to perform a complex dance routine with a street dance expert.

No wonder Xiao Zhu finished so quickly—he was the King of Dance in Asia. This short dance routine must have been a piece of cake for him.

"Mr. Jiang, would you like to take on the challenge as well?" the street dance expert asked.

Jiang Siming nodded and said, "Let’s do it. I can’t make this trip for nothing."

The street dancer then performed a routine—it was a highly energetic POP mechanical dance.

Not only was the speed fast, but the moves were also intricate and varied, including professional ground-touching techniques.

Someone without dance training would have no idea where to start.

The dance was completed quickly, and the dance teacher looked at Jiang Siming with an amused expression. "Got it?"

"That was easy." Jiang Siming looked at him dismissively.

Immediately, his limbs began moving, as if he were a real robot wound up and set in motion.

His movements were a hundred times smoother than the street dancer’s—displaying a master-level mechanical dance.

The street dancer beside him was completely stunned.

Jiang Siming hadn’t expected that his supposedly useless **Street Dance Mastery** skill would come in handy here.

Following the energetic background music playing in the mansion, Jiang Siming executed dazzling moves, perfectly replicating the street dancer’s routine. ṛ𝒶₦Ö𝐁Ɛȿ

Not only was it flawless, but to an ordinary observer, Jiang Siming’s dance seemed far more professional than the actual street dancer’s.

For the final ground-touching move, Jiang Siming used only his knees to get up from the floor. As he rose, he gently tapped the street dancer’s hat with his hand.

The hat spun several times in the air before landing precisely on Jiang Siming’s head.

The entire routine flowed seamlessly, as if watching a magic performance.

This street dance performance provided a visual feast, no less impressive than the auditory feast Jiang Siming delivered earlier with his singing.

After finishing the last move, Jiang Siming returned the hat to the street dance expert and smiled. "Did I pass?"

"Uh… gulp." The street dance expert swallowed hard, feeling completely inferior—Jiang Siming’s skill level was enough to be his teacher’s teacher.

The show’s crew watched with excitement—Jiang Siming was truly a hidden gem, always bringing them incredible surprises.

He could sing, dance exceptionally well, and was incredibly handsome.

Not making his debut in showbiz would be an absolute waste.

Jiang Siming had now mastered three out of the four skills—singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball. Hmm, very nice. Just one rap away from being able to perform "Chicken You Are So Beautiful."

"Here’s your envelope," the street dance instructor respectfully handed an envelope identical to Luo Zhixiang’s to Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming took the envelope and opened it. Finally, he had found Reba’s location.

[Reba: Currently at Chongqing Yangtze River Cableway, 12 kilometers away]

With Reba’s whereabouts in hand, Jiang Siming immediately took a taxi to get there.

He needed to hurry because once Xiaozhu got the envelope, he would definitely head for Reba as well. Jiang Siming was also worried that Reba might finish her task and move elsewhere.

"Driver, to the Yangtze River Cableway."

The two taxi rides had already cost him over a hundred yuan, but Jiang Siming wasn’t concerned. He still had more than eight hundred left.

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Lei Jiayin had lost more than two hundred to him, so his money had actually increased rather than decreased.

Feeling extravagant, Jiang Siming even bought a big pile of snacks to munch on in the car.

While on the way, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure—it was Yue Yunpeng.

"Stop the car, driver."

Jiang Siming had the driver pull over, then leaned out of the window and called out to the struggling Yue Yunpeng, "Hey! Number one in Deyun Club!"

Yue Yunpeng was secretly pleased by this unusual form of address. When he turned around and saw that it was Jiang Siming, he immediately ran over.

"Brother Jiang, give me a ride!"

"Why? Why don’t you just take a taxi yourself?" Jiang Siming asked curiously.

Hearing this, Yue Yunpeng was furious. "Xiaozhu won all my money, I’m broke!"

"He found you?" Jiang Siming was a little surprised.

"Yeah, I ran into him on my way to Bai Mansion. I wanted to win his money, but who would’ve thought that guy had incredible luck? Out of ten rounds, he won seven. Just like that, I lost all my money," Yue Yunpeng said, looking aggrieved.

He had found Xiaozhu first, but in the end, he was the one who got robbed instead.

"So, do you want me to give you a ride, or do you need some money?" Jiang Siming leaned back in his seat, starting to calculate his options.

"Either works! But it’d be best if you gave me a ride. Can I sit with you? Let’s form an alliance!"

Yue Yunpeng felt that he needed a reliable teammate. Jiang Siming looked like someone who could provide a sense of security.

*Cough cough,* and it had absolutely nothing to do with the mountain of snacks beside him.

"An alliance? But I heard that alliances in *Go Fighting!* aren’t trustworthy at all. You guys betray each other all the time," Jiang Siming said while munching on some potato chips. Lay’s, original flavor, very tasty.

"That’s Xiaozhu and the others, not me! I never betray people, Brother Jiang, you have to believe me!"

Yue Yunpeng put on a sincere expression, his naturally likable face making it easy for him to act convincing.

Jiang Siming wasn’t worried about betrayal, so he simply opened the car door, generously letting Yue Yunpeng in.

"Brother Jiang, you’re the best! I’ll stick with you to the end in this episode!"

Yue Yunpeng even pulled out an envelope to show his sincerity.

"I don’t need that. I already went to Bai Mansion and completed the task there."

"Huh? That was a dance task! I thought no one but Xiaozhu could pull it off. You know street dance too?"

Yue Yunpeng found it incredible. How could this guy be so multi-talented?

Meanwhile, he had trained at Deyun Club for so many years and still only knew how to do crosstalk...

"Just a little. I was just messing around," Jiang Siming humbly boasted.

"Here, help yourself to some snacks, no need to be polite."

Yue Yunpeng was overjoyed and indeed did not hold back, immediately grabbing some to eat.

"Brother Jiang, don’t worry! I won’t just eat for free. If you need me to take care of anyone later, just say the word!"

Yue Yunpeng was loyal and patted his chest in assurance.

Jiang Siming chuckled and handed him a few more boxes of Oreo cookies. The whole scene looked like a wealthy landlord rewarding his servant.

The funny part was that Yue Yunpeng actually looked completely satisfied and shamelessly happy, a sight that would surely enrage his master if he saw it.