Delta: The First Person at the Peak

Chapter 392 Zhang Hang

How popular was Delta this Chinese New Year?

The most common topics of conversation among children have changed during the Lunar New Year.

I'm not asking if you've finished your homework.

I'm not asking how much the New Year's money is.

But:

"Shall we launch a full-scale attack?"

"What's your skill level?"

"How much are your assets?"

How many hearts do you have?

At a relative's house, several children huddled together, clutching their phones, shouting out names like "CEO," "Aerospace," "Baksh," "Red Wolf," "Deep Blue," and "Foot Massager."

Adults with severe addictions aren't much better off.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year is fading, and there's nothing to do after sitting around visiting relatives for a long time.

What should we do then?

onslaught!

What is a national-level game?

Only games that become part of people's daily lives can be called national games.

Clearly, the Delta has achieved this.

Now, if you browse Douyin and Weibo, you can see the screen full of slices of the Delta.

Number one in the Chinese server.

The era of pedicures.

Instructor Deep Blue.

Genius Miss.

River breeze.

These few words practically dominated the gaming industry's buzz during the latter half of the Spring Festival.

The most outrageous of them all is Deep Blue.

Thanks to Jiang Feng's live stream that night, DeepBlue became an overnight sensation.

then……

The game environment is also terrible.

No matter how you try to justify it, the mechanics and strength of the peak Deep Blue are still far beyond what's allowed in the Beacon Zone.

Even more disgusting is...

Deep Blue is too difficult to beat, so let's just forget about it.

There's no reward for killing them.

Many shield dogs enter the map while in combat readiness, carrying nothing of value except for their headgear, chest armor, and other items, with stamina boosters kept as a safety precaution.

Even the most powerful shield-wielding dog can only activate its shield a few times in the current meta.

You fought him for ages, raining bullets down your face, until the observation window finally shattered and the man was finally killed.

I opened the box and took a look.

They're so poor it makes you want to call the police.

This negative feedback is extremely severe.

In some ways, it is even more prominent than the issue of escorting ships.

At least the escort was killed, and escorts usually have good equipment.

The shield dog is dead?

congratulations.

The cost of acquiring a corpse, along with a bunch of gold bullets that you fired yourself.

Therefore, Deep Blue quickly became the center of public opinion.

Some people are happy.

Some people are criticizing it.

Some people followed suit.

Someone broke through the defenses.

Then... the planner got roasted and cried.

The planners who don't need to do live streams are okay, they just get a few scoldings. But those planners who have to do live stream tasks, like doing 33 and experiencing pedicures, get squatted down by the big shields.

"You designed the shield dog?"

And... Jiang Feng topped the CS rankings on Tieba.

The techniques that allowed everyone to break through the defenses—the possession of the Red Wolf, the foot-striking strategy, the bombing of the evacuation point, the bombing of the ascension point, and even the shield dog and the shield-healer—were all developed by Jiang Feng.

The guy on Tieba (a Chinese online forum) broke down in a way that was incredibly realistic.

[You're supposed to be a top-tier streamer, how come you keep coming up with these inhuman things?]

Of course, Jiang Feng also suffered greatly.

Now when he plays games, even in the highest rank, he encounters a bunch of champions who rely on footwork and shields.

After several rounds, Jiang Feng himself was tormented to the point of looking pained.

The comment section only had two words to it.

Serves you right!

Actually, there are ways to restrain foot-splitting and shield-dog attacks.

At least at the space base, they have a trick up their sleeve.

But it's the Lunar New Year.

This trick isn't very effective...

………………

2 month 5 number.

The seventh day of the Lunar New Year, early morning.

Many people are still enjoying the last days of the Spring Festival holiday, but Jiang Feng is already heading back to Hangzhou.

Meeting is difficult, parting is even more difficult.

Jiang Feng hadn't really thought much about this statement before.

But this time, standing in front of the high-speed rail station entrance, looking at his parents standing in front of him, he suddenly understood.

Jiang's mother kept nagging the whole way.

Do you have your ID card with you?

Did you bring a charger?

Are you hungry on the way?

Remember to send a message when you arrive in Hangzhou.

Don't stay up late all the time.

Even though Jiang Feng had repeatedly said that he had brought it, she still couldn't help but confirm it again and again.

Jiang's father, on the other hand, remained much more silent.

A typical Chinese father, he speaks little, suppresses his emotions deeply, and is as profound as a mountain.

Until the very moment of parting, I gazed at the river breeze for a long time.

Finally, he simply raised his hand and patted Jiang Feng on the shoulder, his voice low but earnest.

"If you encounter a problem you can't solve, don't shoulder it alone."

"Family members may not be able to offer much help."

"But home will always be here."

Jiang Feng nodded and said goodbye.

After passing through security, Jiang Feng entered the waiting hall.

He booked a business class seat.

With his current income, this amount of money is naturally nothing.

More importantly, the business class seats are relatively quieter.

He simply underestimated his current level of fame.

He had barely started queuing at the platform when someone recognized him.

"Holy crap, Fengshen?"

"Truly a god of wind!"

"Can we take a picture together?"

Soon, a crowd gathered around.

There are young people.

There are students.

There were also a few middle-aged women who were completely unaware of what was going on. When they saw a group of people taking pictures of Jiang Feng, they thought some big star had come.

One of the older women even whispered to the person next to her:

"Who is this actor?"

The young man next to him was incredibly excited.

"Not an actor, but the God of Wind!"

The woman looked completely bewildered.

"What god?"

Jiang Feng almost laughed when he heard this.

He didn't put on airs.

As long as it didn't disrupt the order of entering the station, most people cooperated and took a few group photos.

What impressed him most was a middle-aged man in his forties who was also sitting in the business class.

He was wearing a suit jacket, a thermos, and a watch that didn't look cheap.

Jiang Feng originally thought that people of his age would just treat him as a spectacle.

The other person turned around, beaming with excitement, and immediately said:

"Fengshen, I'm your fan! I've been watching your live streams for a long time."

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle, you play Delta Force too?"

The uncle immediately perked up.

"Don't call me uncle, just call me brother."

"It's just that I'm getting old, and my reactions aren't keeping up. I get a headache from the young people giving me pedicures."

As he spoke, he enthusiastically asked to take a photo with Jiang Feng.

After the group photo, something even more outrageous happened.

The uncle looked at Jiang Feng, becoming more and more satisfied, and suddenly lowered his voice and said:

My daughter is a junior in college this year.

"She's quite pretty."

"I also studied in Hangzhou."

"Would you like to get to know me?"

Jiang Feng: "..."

This was even more sudden than being surrounded by three teams in a top-secret space mission.

He could only smile and gloss over it.

The uncle seemed quite disappointed.

Once on board, the business class compartment was indeed much quieter.

Jiang Feng put his luggage away and sat down in his seat.

The platform outside the window slowly receded.

The train began its journey towards Hangzhou.

Jiang Feng leaned back in his seat and turned on his phone.

On Douyin (TikTok), clips of him are still circulating everywhere.

Jiang Feng scrolled through Douyin (TikTok) while replying to An Ke and Fang Ningxue's WeChat messages.

Besides Jiang Feng, Fang Ningxue is also returning to Hangzhou today.

The difference is that Fang Ningxue can arrive by noon.

As for the three brothers in the dormitory.

Zhang Jindong originally planned to return to Hangzhou a day earlier than Jiang Feng, but Chen Yulin and Chen Dexing stopped him.

In the four-person dormitory group chat, they didn't even try to avoid the river breeze.

Chen Dexing: I advise you to take care of yourself.

Chen Yulin: Why should we wait a few more days to go back to Hangzhou? Aren't we just trying not to be third wheels?

Chen Dexing: Don't disturb Fengzi's world of three.

Having said all that, Zhang Jindong understood immediately, and the three of them unanimously decided to return to school on February 9th.

Jiang Feng shook his head and chuckled as he watched the banter in the group chat.