The eSports King’s Crush

After closing those messages one by one, Mo Bei clicked on her list of friends.

This account had been set to reject any friend requests a long time ago.

She had very few friends.

The only ones were certain Almighties, and her last task had been to play an arena match with a friend.

At first, Mo Bei wanted to randomly add a person.

However, not a single request went through.

Due to her time constraints, she couldn’t wait for the other party to approve it either.

Instead of looking for a needle in a haystack, it would be better to have her brother do it. However, after the earlier lesson during the live-stream, Mo Bei hesitated for a moment before she tapped on her brother’s display photo.

She could be recognized very easily.

Besides, her brother’s account had been taken over by the club, so it couldn’t be used anymore.

The account that he usually used to live-stream was known by the fans too.

If anyone saw Mo Nan and SweetDisciple in a match together, it would be really dangerous.

At this thought, Mo Bei’s slender fingers dragged downwards.

Suddenly, her eyes paused.

Her gaze had landed on the softest, fairest display picture.

Mo Bei shifted her eyes and sent a voice message. “Little Lin, you there?”

Feng Nai, who’d just gone upstairs and was intending to enter the bathroom to wash off the light sheen of perspiration on his face, absent-mindedly tapped the notification when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.

His light-colored pupils paused slightly when he saw the nickname “Little Brother”.

Never mind, he was bored anyway.

Feng Nai’s slender fingers moved back and forth, typing, “Little Brother, I’m here.”

His words were followed by a string of cute emoticons.

This was his brother’s normal chatting behavior.

Feng Nai took a look. The emoticons had been displayed automatically, so he just sent them.

Once Mo Bei saw the message, she felt as if Little Lin’s cute face was right before her eyes. Hence, she lowered her guard. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“What kind of favor, Little Brother? Say it. I can help you with anything.” Feng Nai sniggered after sending this message. He had to find time to talk to Trouble Lin next time and tell him not to speak like this all the time. It was very tiring to pretend to speak like this.

Mo Bei’s eyes landed on the reply. She thought for a moment before saying, “I’ll send you a game invite in a while for an arena match with me.”

“Is Little Brother going to carry me again? I’m so happy!” Feng Nai replied absent-mindedly, his other hand already pulling open his white shirt. “But… Little Brother, you’re gonna have to wait a while. I’m going to take a shower. I just went out to play and I’m sweaty all over.”

Mo Bei lifted her head to look at the clock on the wall. “How long would you need?”

“About 20 minutes. Is Little Brother in a hurry?” As his fingers moved, his clearly-carved collarbones were revealed. His slightly disheveled aura would make one wonder in what way he was calling anyone Little Brother.

Mo Bei replied indifferently with an “mm” and did not say anything else.

“Then I’ll shower fast and try to come out earlier to play with Little Brother.” Feng Nai placed his cell phone on the marble countertop after typing that, his eyes becoming slightly colder.

He was considering whether to buy Trouble Lin a cell phone and send it over tomorrow.

Let him play on his own account.

Since he was more or less done probing, there was no point in always pretending to be Trouble Lin and chatting and gaming with this person.

After all, the people at the base might really think he was having some sweet games with someone and come up with a whole lot of untrue stuff by using their imagination.