Foolish: one word that expressed all of Feng Nai’s current feelings.
Back then, he had thought of having a talk with a certain person.
However, in the end, the person playing through a female account had disappeared the next day.
That was also the day that Feng Nai had pulled out the ethernet cable.
Professional competitions aside, he had never played matches with people who were not from the base.
However, the impact caused by “SweetDisciple” had lasted until now.
When he saw those people calling him Almighty or Little Brother, he would suspect that they were actually transvestites.
After bearing all these grievances until now, he just wanted to find that person.
Hence, he had announced a killing order in the game back then.
Unfortunately, there was still not much of an effect.
The ID SweetDisciple had never lit up again.
Feng Nai had never, ever imagined that the person he’d always wanted to seize online and teach a lesson to would actually be right here at the base, let alone sharing a room with him.
Once again, Feng Nai’s dark gaze landed on the cell phone screen.
SweetDisciple had sent a question mark.
“Why aren’t you moving? Are you lagging?”
Mo Bei looked at the figure of the little prince on fire wheels that was still standing in the base and typed out, her handsome face slightly turned.
“Mm… Suddenly lagged just now. Little Brother, wait a moment.” Wait for me to go down and crush you. Feng Nai strode towards the door with darkening eyes.
It was time to get revenge a second time.
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Sweet, Disciple.
Mo Bei did not realize that her identity had been exposed. As the support, she was currently helping Little Lin farm jungle creeps.
However, she was extremely alert. She did not even relax one bit.
When she heard sounds coming from upstairs, she froze abruptly. Her finger tapped on the recall button right away, and then she moved her hand and placed her phone into her pocket. When she lifted it again, it was already gripping the mouse placed in front of the computer.
Her handsome profile was still aloof, but deep down she was wondering why he was awake so soon.
Feng Nai could see the character that was currently being recalled on the screen.
His thin lips curled up, and the mockery in his eyes emerged once more.
Was he about to escape?
It was no use anymore.
As Feng Nai strode over on his long legs, he smoothly placed his cell phone into his pocket. His hair was still wet, the dark locks covering his forehead messily. A part of his pretty collarbone was revealed, and his thin lips were slightly pale.
He was sick, so after intentionally restraining the hostility in his eyes, despite his languid coldness, he wasn’t very threatening.
This was also why Mo Bei hadn’t sensed anything.
Nevertheless, even though this person suddenly came downstairs, Mo Bei’s heartbeat remained as calm as ever.
She used her mouse to control the character on the screen, but all her thoughts were in the right pocket of her pants.
If she was away for a few minutes, people would probably think she was AFK.
If she was AFK, her tasks that day would go to waste.
However, what was more important than these tasks was, of course, not letting the other person make out anything.
Mo Bei’s psychological state was indeed very high. Despite the situation, no emotions were revealed on her face. Instead, she orb-walked with her right hand and finished off a jungle creep on the map.
Then, the person that she was guarding against suddenly sat down beside her. The fever made him look extremely pale. When he looked at a person that way, with a hand under his chin, it was as if a layer of something surfaced in his light-colored pupils. This easily reminded one of a handsome, dangerous creature such as a vampire…