The eSports King’s Crush

As Feng Nai glanced in Panda’s direction, it seemed as if a dark fog was about to rise out of his eyes. “Still have feelings? It seems like it’s impossible to get you to relearn your language and use the correct adjectives. You’ve been very idle recently, haven’t you? From tomorrow onwards, your leave is canceled midway. Two more live-streams need to be done. If you really don’t feel satisfied, do you want to spend the rest of your life in the bathroom?”

“Chief, I was wrong.” Panda shielded his own head.

Who knew that Feng Nai wouldn’t even be interested in giving him a beating? After brushing past him, he grabbed a bottle of mineral water. Then, his gaze landed on Mo Bei. Even his voice was frosty as he asked, “What? Even Support Little Brother thinks I still have feelings for that person?”

Mo Bei detected his taunting tone and said in a cold voice, “No.”

“That would be best. Otherwise, it’s very likely that I might do something on impulse.” Once Feng Nai finished speaking, he tugged open his collar and walked towards the staircase. Before returning to the room, he turned back and instructed her. “I’ll have rice for the main course tonight. Make the rice softer. That way, it will lower my level of resentment.”

Lower his level of resentment again? Mo Bei’s face remained apathetic. After taking out the pot, she washed the rice and set it to cook.

Then, she went to handle the other ingredients.

Panda liked watching his brother cook. Very few people could make food look as good as Mo Nan. Most importantly, it was also delicious.

However, he evidently couldn’t stick to purely admiring his skills today. “Mo Nan, brother, you do know that Chief found that little transvestite called SweetDisciple online, right? However, Chief just won’t tell me who he is. He even told me to figure it out myself. How’s that possible? It’s akin to searching for a needle in a haystack.”

Mo Bei did not speak. Her profile was handsome and there was a knife in her hand. When she looked down to cut the beef, her aura was aloof and cold. She didn’t seem like she was cooking.

Panda faltered at the sight. “How handsome.”

“Hmm?” Mo Bei’s brow lifted for a moment.

Panda regretted saying that. “You’re gay, though, so many girls don’t stand a chance.”

Mo Bei put the knife down and looked up slowly. “Do you need me to give you a beating to prove that I’m straight?”

Panda: Why are all my teammates so hot-tempered now?

“Alright, alright, alright. You’re straight, you’re straight.” Panda poked at the rabbit hat. He would not talk about this. Mo Nan knew it very well. “Brother, who do you think SweetDisciple is? Chief told me to think, which is odd. Unless SweetDisciple is someone I know in real life… Maybe that’s why Chief said that. Damn, is it someone I know? Did I make a correct guess about something huge? I’m going to read through the gossip and find who likes to play with female accounts like me in the game!”

Mo Bei turned the knife and beat the garlic cloves into pieces. Her cold voice only said one word. “Me.”

At once, Panda’s hand, which had been holding the rabbit hat, froze.

His eyes gradually grew wider. “What, what are you saying?”

“I am SweetDisciple.” Mo Bei looked over. “I didn’t know that BlackBearWhiteCat was you.”

Panda pointed at the brother he’d just acknowledged and covered his own mouth. “What the f*ck? This, this must be a lie!” Given what he had said in front of these two people earlier, it was no wonder that Chief had told him he would spend the rest of his life in the bathroom!

“The rabbit hat was something Captain bought to embarrass me.” Mo Bei’s voice was as indifferent as if she was merely stating a fact.

Panda pressed both hands onto his head. “Hold on, let me calm down.”