Cat 296: Won by Doing Nothing?

Chapter 296: Won by Doing Nothing?

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“He’s done for. This fake Yan Jiyun is being targeted by the kitten—it’s over for him.”

“Fake Yan Jiyun has no idea what’s about to happen.”

“He’s so pitiful. The kitten just scratched three marks across his face.”

“Hahaha, the teamwork between the kitten and Qi Feng is flawless.”

“If you ask me, it’s actually the tacit understanding between Qi Feng and Su Qiuming that made the cooperation between the kitten and Qi Feng possible.”

“I strongly suspect the last speaker ships Qi Feng and Su Qiuming. We never call the kitten just ‘the cat’ here, and Su Qiuming definitely isn’t working with the kitten.”

“Good eye, girl. But honestly, this wasn’t some Qi Feng and Su Qiuming tag-team play. It was clearly the kitten and Qi Feng: Qi Feng sent the fake Yan Jiyun out to face Su Qiuming, and the kitten struck at the perfect moment. All I can say is—kitten, well done!”

There wasn’t much Yan Jiyun could do. If it weren’t so awkward sitting on the wooden horse—and he didn’t want to fall into the black hole with the other guy—he would have jumped straight onto his opponent and given him a good thrashing, then hopped right back over to Qi Feng.

His move to scratch hadn’t escaped Su Qiuming’s notice. He immediately understood the connection; he recalled that during the Christmas instance, Yan Jiyun and Caramel had been extremely close—it had almost seemed like Caramel belonged to him, not Qi Feng. But now, Caramel’s emotions were off, and as they say, animals and children have the purest eyes—they always know more than they let on. Connecting all this with the game’s rules, Su Qiuming saw through it.

The Yan Jiyun before him was a mole. The real Yan Jiyun wasn’t there. Qi Feng was using him to eliminate the infiltrator—a truly clever move.

Su Qiuming knew that “Yan Jiyun” wasn’t the genuine article, but it only took an instant for him to process it. Right now, the guy was still a member of the Qi Feng team, so Su Qiuming did what had to be done. He activated his personal skill, “Jack,” on the “Yan Jiyun” who was still smarting from the scratches, and in the blink of an eye, “Yan Jiyun” sank from view.

Yan Jiyun, now curled up in Su Qiuming’s arms: “…” You really went all out—no hesitation at all.

Suddenly, Su Qiuming withdrew, and Ahuo immediately filled his position, blocking Yan Jiyun’s view with his broad, bearish back—he couldn’t see what Qi Feng was up to.

He heard Ahuo say to Su Qiuming, “Tsk, wasted a skill helping your master deal with the mole.”

Yan Jiyun: “…” Wasn’t it just that you couldn’t stand Yan Jiyun—meaning him, herself—and decided to just eliminate Qi Feng’s teammate?

Does Su Qiuming dislike him?

Yan Jiyun was done speculating about any notions Su Qiuming had about Qi Feng. He didn’t care anymore—he was now determined to play his role as an undercover to the fullest, with no worries or psychological burden.

He committed all the information he’d gleaned about Su Qiuming’s team to memory. Now both teams were evenly matched, and Su Qiuming still didn’t know he had a mole sitting right in front of him.

Even though he was just a small cat with seemingly no skills, he still hoped to play a part as a spy.

What could he do for his team?

Now he had the skill info for everyone in Su Qiuming’s group—how could he get this to Qi Feng’s side in the short time left?

After Su Qiuming used his personal skill, he moved to the rear to wait out the cooldown. Yan Jiyun was blocked by the player in front of him and couldn’t see what was happening up front.

After several rounds, Yan Jiyun had worked out that group attack skills could be used once, group control skills twice, personal attack skills three times, and personal group control skills four times.

Qi Feng’s team couldn’t always observe them, so they didn’t necessarily know how many uses Su Qiuming’s side had left.

Yan Jiyun, however, kept close track. Su Qiuming had used his skill twice: once on a member of another team, and once on “Yan Jiyun.” One use remained—who was he saving it for after the cooldown?

Time was short. Qi Feng’s side had fewer people than Su Qiuming’s. With fewer members, they could do no better than second place.

There had been a frenzy of skills flying earlier. Yan Jiyun could see Su Qiuming’s people quietly telling teammates their skills were all used up.

As soon as their skills were gone, they’d fall back—but there were still people holding onto their ultimates in the rear. Su Qiuming had left them deliberately, a smokescreen for Qi Feng.

As chaos reigned, both sides suffered losses.

Qi Feng’s numbers dwindled, until only Qi Feng, Qiu Xi, He Yuanle, Sister Liang, Lan Mo, and Shi Yan were left. The others had exhausted their skills and served as shields, dropping out after taking hits from Su Qiuming’s players. They were down to six—looking rather forlorn.

Su Qiuming’s side hadn’t fared much better. Thanks to the close coordination between Qi Feng and his crew, they’d knocked out five from the enemy—losing four to take five, which wasn’t a bad trade.

Battlefield conditions shifted with dizzying speed.

Neither Qi Feng nor Su Qiuming were showoffs; they used their skills without ever announcing them by name.

As the player count dropped, the field grew larger, with each person standing further apart. Each skill had a different range; using one rashly could be more harm than help.

Six against seven—fair enough.

Yan Jiyun saw Su Qiuming’s skill panel light up, indicating his ability was ready to use again.

Only one use left, and Su Qiuming was still hiding behind his teammates—who would he save it for?

Yan Jiyun considered it, glancing at Qi Feng on the opposite side.

Was Su Qiuming trying to face off with Qi Feng?

Based on the numbers, Su Qiuming held the advantage—though he still didn’t realize there was a mole among his ranks.

A new idea formed in Yan Jiyun’s mind.

At that moment, Su Qiuming called out, “Well? We have more players and more skills than you, Qi Feng. Will you concede?”

Everyone’s wooden horses were still moving. To stop would invite an attack—one skill could cost you a player and lose the advantage.

Now the foreign kid caught up with He Yuanle; both struck at once—the former controlling He Yuanle, who retaliated, and both tumbled into the pitch-black night.

Sister Liang faced off with Ahuo. She was ice-cool and athletic; he was strong but agile too. Their battle was a dead heat—and neither used a skill, proving both were out of moves. In the end, Sister Liang locked her legs around Ahuo’s neck and together they tumbled from their horses.

Four fewer on the field.

Now, Lan Mo and Qiu Xi teamed up, chasing two players from Su Qiuming’s side, trading skills back and forth. Lan Mo protected Qiu Xi, who finished one opponent off with his poison-stacking skill, then the remaining enemies chased after Lan Mo and Qiu Xi, the four taking out three more between them.

Five more out.

Now, both sides had three left.

Qi Feng’s team: Qi Feng and Shi Yan.

Su Qiuming’s team: Su Qiuming and a tall player.

Su Qiuming, having directed his teammates to use up their skills, glanced down to see only four left out there—not noticing what the black cat in his arms was paying attention to.

Yan Jiyun eyed the glaring skill button on Su Qiuming’s interface, subtly shifting his body to press his paw over it.

The little girl’s voice popped up at just the right moment: “Congratulations, players who made it this far. You have thirty seconds left! Only those left riding their wooden horses will be the final winners when time is up. Thirty-second countdown starts now!”

No time to waste. The four remaining spread-out players moved closer.

Su Qiuming’s tall teammate lunged at Shi Yan. Both were out of skills—they fought by sheer force alone.

Indeed, instead of actually fighting, they rammed wooden horses into one another: one lost its head, one its limbs, and with both horses unbalanced, they were ejected from the game.

Su Qiuming showed no worry as his teammate was taken out; he was perfectly at ease. “Qi Feng, you’ve got no skills left. I do.”

As he finished the sentence, Yan Jiyun’s paw softly pressed the skill button on the screen.

Su Qiuming’s wooden horse wasn’t facing Qi Feng, meaning the skill missed entirely.

Yan Jiyun quietly tucked his paw back under his belly, pretending he hadn’t done a thing.

Qi Feng had been watching Yan Jiyun all the while out of the corner of his eye, struggling not to break into a grin. He kept his face solemn and said, “Who says I don’t have a skill? Mine is ‘My Caramel.’”

A true top-tier spy indeed.

Before Su Qiuming realized what was happening, Qi Feng hit the accelerator and charged straight at him!

Qi Feng really had no skills left, but neither did Su Qiuming. Confident his physical strength surpassed Su Qiuming’s, he had nothing to fear.

Su Qiuming tried hitting the skill button, but before his finger landed, Qi Feng, standing on his wooden horse, punched straight at him.

Yan Jiyun lay low, not daring to move. A fight was about to break out and he could do nothing to help—his only priority was protecting himself!

As Su Qiuming backed away, cursing, “Damn it, where’s my skill?”

Qi Feng grabbed his arm and dragged him forcefully toward the black hole, saying, “You’ve clearly never had a cat—cats just can’t sit still.”

Su Qiuming glanced over at the black cat curled on his wooden horse: “…”

Only then did he realize the cat’s paw had pressed his skill away! For half a second, his heart stopped—so that was it! He really never should’ve hogged this cat!

His momentary daze was all Qi Feng needed to toss him off the wooden horse. But Su Qiuming wasn’t giving in—he grabbed at Qi Feng as he fell.

Su Qiuming spat through clenched teeth, “If I’m going down, you’re coming with me—no one’s getting those points!”

Yan Jiyun watched as Qi Feng was pulled off as well, gazing into the vast emptiness of the night.

Right then, the prominently displayed countdown in the darkness hit zero.

The little girl looked at the black cat on the wooden horse, hesitating for a beat before announcing, “Congratulations to Qi Feng’s team for claiming the final victory.”

Yan Jiyun glanced left and right. The next second, he saw the little girl vanish with a puzzled look—and he found himself back outside the game.

Had he just… won by doing nothing?

That was victory for the mole.