The eSports King’s Crush

Panda Novel

A bunch of students were scratching their heads.

Mo Bei's posture was undoubtedly the most striking one. The way she held her pencil was also the most attractive compared to the way everyone else did.

Even the invigilating teacher had a slightly disbelieving expression on his face as he walked past Mo Bei's side to and fro several times. After seeing that this student was really working on the paper, he actually cleaned his own glasses.

Although Zhao Jianjian considered copying, in the end, he thought of Brother Nan's previous results.

His marks had been in the tens and twenties.

He'd be better off guessing the correct answers by himself.

The students of No. 2 Middle School found examinations literally torture.

The time was finally up. As Zhao Jianjian was about to sigh in relief, he saw Brother Nan get ready to leave.

"Brother Nan, Brother Nan!" Zhao Jianjian immediately reached out and grabbed him. "Don't go out through the front gate. I got some news. The people from No. 1 have set up a trap to capture you. It's rumored that this was Almighty K's order."

Mo Bei glanced to the side. Her profile looked aloof. "Was it?"

"Brother Nan, don't tell me that you didn't think of the consequences of hitting Almighty K. Did you watch the live stream? The corner of his lips was still bruised." Zhao Jianjian shook his head. "He definitely won't let you off easily."

Mo Bei's voice was indifferent. "I know that."

"Are you still going out through the front gate?" Zhao Jianjian's eyes widened.

As Mo Bei lifted her backpack, her countenance did not change. "Not today."

"That… That's better." It took Zhao Jianjian a while to react. In the end, he burst into loud laughter. "Brother Nan, you're finally back to normal! I thought you'd be reckless and fearless like you were yesterday."

Mo Bei did not speak. She wouldn't walk into a trap when she knew that someone was waiting. No one fought like this.

Backpack in hand, she walked with a long stride. She was over 1.7 meters tall, and her disposition was cold.

As she walked past, some female students were whispering among themselves. "What should I do? The more I look at Mo Nan, the more feelings I have."

After all, Mo Bei, who was as cold and delicate as the snow, really made one feel tempted.

As he followed her, Zhao Jianjian also experienced what it felt like to be a school celebrity.

He'd thought that they'd be able to walk home through the back gate just like this.

The No.1 Middle School students, who waited at the gates of No. 2 Middle School, gave up after circling the area three times.

However, who would've thought that three voice messages would be sent to Mo Bei's cell phone?

"Little Brother, are you there?" It was Little Lin, who was sitting next to No.1 Middle School's basketball court right now, still wearing his small mask. His expression was happy, his head was full of curly locks, and his big eyes looked like they could radiate light. "It's my birthday today. My brother bought me a big cake. Let me give you some. You weren't around these past two days. I really missed you."

When Mo Bei heard the first message, she decided to reply after she boarded the car.

However, when she listened to the rest, she stopped in her tracks and replied with three words. "Where are you?"

Upon seeing her reply, Little Lin jumped up at once and replied in his adorable voice, "I'm at No.1 Middle School. I'm very close to you."

"No.1 Middle School…" Mo Bei's fingers paused as a slight frown appeared on her face.

Little Lin's eyes were big and confused. "Yeah, No.1 Middle School. Where you took me the previous time, right across your school."

The voice messages were on speaker, so Zhao Jianjian could hear them too.

Little man, of course Brother Nan knows that No.1 Middle School is right across the street. The point is, are you aware of Brother Nan's relationship with No.1 Middle School? Fighting is a must when they meet, and blood will certainly be shed!

Why are you still asking him to come to you?

Were they walking right into the trap?