When he saw that there was no response, Feng Nai’s light-colored pupils darkened again. His fingertips did not stop. “Little Brother, are we still playing? I can’t wait, I want to rank up.”
Finish typing, add an emoticon, send.
“Mm… We are.” Mo Bei looked at their chat and resumed her short-spoken nature.
Given her understanding of Little Lin, though he always liked to complain about his older brother, he still thought his brother was the best.
Mo Bei also had an older brother, so she did not want to continue getting information out of him.
After all, unlike Panda, he was still a child.
Mo Bei’s fingers moved and launched the game. Then, she sent a game invite.
Feng Nai nonchalantly tapped on it. He only treated this as a normal game. Anyway, given Trouble Lin’s Little Brother’s standards, he just needed to wait to be carried.
Thus, Feng Nai did not really care about this match. Instead, he was still thinking about how to play later to fit Trouble Lin’s burdensome standards better.
However, a second later, his fingers suddenly froze.
The danger that abruptly emerged in his light-colored pupils when they landed on the game’s image was clearly visible.
It was just like an imminent raging storm. As if layers upon layers of thick fog had shrouded his eyes, making them look exceedingly dark.
He hadn’t seen incorrectly.
Both the character image and the game ID were exactly the same that he had in his memory.
Sweet, Disciple!
Many questions filled Feng Nai’s mind at once.
Why would Trouble Lin’s Little Brother be using SweetDisciple’s account?
Was it because he knew SweetDisciple?
Or because he himself was…
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Feng Nai’s initially languid fingers clenched slightly for a moment. His throat was still burning, but he wouldn’t be as stupid as Panda. He wouldn’t do anything rash that would alert the enemy.
After drinking a mouthful of mineral water, Feng Nai typed word by word on his cell phone with half-narrowed eyes. “Little Brother, is that you?”
Mo Bei responded coolly with an “mm” sound. “Get ready.”
“When did you change your name? I didn’t recognize it.” Feng Nai now realized that Trouble Lin’s talkative attribute wasn’t completely useless. It would be very convenient to use it to confirm some information.
Mo Bei did not explain any further. “Alternate account.”
Was it?
Was it an alternate account?
As Feng Nai watched the game loading page, he stood up on his long legs, one hand going into his pocket while the other held his cell phone. His eyes darkened again, whereas his profile seemed to be concealed in the darkness, his expression unclear.
No wonder he knowingly or unknowingly probed for information about SweetDisciple.
He had thought it was because Trouble Lin’s Little Brother also liked gossip.
Now it seemed that this wasn’t the case.
“Little Lin, what are you playing?” That aloof, indifferent voice was heard by his ears again.
Feng Nai sneered when he heard it. Although it was obviously filled with mockery, he did not forget to type a reply. “I want to play assassin, Little Brother.”
“Alright.” Mo Bei left the assassin position for him, picked another role, and officially started the match.
Feng Nai’s gaze scanned the screen inch by inch. If there was anything he was really unwilling to recall, it would be the fact that he had once fallen in love online.
With a virtual character in the game.
Without knowing who the other party was.
He had thought that this person was not bad all things considered.
It was probably because the person in question hadn’t been noisy.
Hence, not only had he bought couple wear in the game, but he had even wanted to meet up in real life.
Now that he thought about it, that was really…