The eSports King’s Crush

While listening to the chatter, Zhao Jianjian could not help but shake his head and tell Brother Nan, “What a superb excuse Young Master Feng came up with. Brother Nan, you probably don’t know, but ever since he said those words, those girls have been waiting to be wooed by him. So far, nothing has happened. This was totally a trick.”

Mo Bei did not speak. Her profile was cold as usual. After all, their beginning in the game had really been initiated by a certain Almighty K.

Zhao Jianjian leaned in closer. “Brother Nan, why aren’t you guys fighting this time? Is it because of Little Lin? F*ck, speaking of that, I really did not expect Little Lin to be Young Master Feng’s younger brother. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have brought him here. It’s truly scary. Would he complain about me to Young Master Feng?”

“No.” Mo Bei rounded the crowd and headed in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jianjian asked, “Why not?”

“It would be pointless.” Mo Bei, who had always been short-spoken, bowed and took another bite of her bread, her face devoid of any expression.

Feng Nai stood in the middle. As he twisted open the bottle cap, he looked up. When his eyes scanned the tall figure eating bread not far away by accident, his brows furrowed slightly for a moment.

Coming out like this had really been the wrong move…

The state of the two people remained the same even when they entered the battle team’s apartment.

Their seats during training were next to each other.

Panda, who sat opposite them, was currently doing his live-stream portion for the day.

After playing a few matches, Feng Nai wanted a smoke and reached out to grab his cigarettes.

However, another hand suddenly appeared beside his.

It was Mo Bei. She was probably in the middle of a match, as she was still wearing her black headphones. Her champion happened to have run out of MP [1. Mana points, stat of the resource needed to cast abilities.]

She wasn’t paying much attention to her side either.

That was when they came into contact.

They both glanced to the side after one look and parted nonchalantly.

However, they touched each other again a second time. This time, even their shoulders were rather close.

Mo Bei had intended to get a bottle of water.

The atmosphere instantly seemed to freeze slightly.

Panda was still obliviously teasing his opponent. “Hey, hey, hey, you can’t catch me. I ran away again! Isn’t it infuriating?” Meanwhile, he was chatting with his fans. “You’ve got to be this mischievous when playing a mage. If the middle lane contained no mischief, how would you steal the opponent’s creeps? What are creeps? Money! What is the key to winning in this game? Everyone, remember this: Gold!”

Meanwhile, the gaze of ADC Han Xi, who had taken off his headphones and started walking over, had landed on them. He picked up a bottle of water, his profile looking handsome. Although he was a man of few words, when he saw this scene, he still took another look.

What was going on between Chief and their new support?

Feng Nai shifted his eyes and met Han Xi’s line of sight. Only his brow casually lifted for a moment.

Han Xi understood. This look meant that uninvolved people should stay away and not ask questions.

It seemed that there was really something going on…

Now that the bottle of water was gone, Mo Bei naturally retracted her hand and stood up from her chair. She walked to the refrigerator and bent to take out another bottle of water.

By now, Feng Nai had already lit the cigarette between his fingers and was controlling the mouse with one hand to start another tormenting match. It was as if the earlier scene hadn’t happened at all.

Dark Flares’ training that day was rather brutal.

They prepared two accounts, a main and an alternate one, to go to a low-rank arena and play three consecutive team battles. Then, they would head to the high-rank arena to play three more team battles.

The point of this was to improve their personal techniques and learn how to win a match without any cooperation with their teammates.