The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

She wanted to break up with him and find another guy, but Lu Jiefei was actually happy. Was he a little too jealous that she was doing well?

Yu Lian glanced at him suspiciously, unable to figure out what he was thinking, and could only mumble with her eyelashes lowered, "Um... um, yes. We broke up."

Lu Jiefei's gaze fell on the top of her fluffy hair. She had met the man by the window, and her hair was unkempt and messy on the bed, completely unlike what one would expect from a young girl in love.

He was initially quite satisfied.

But then she thought, Yu Lian was actually willing to let the outside world see her in her most unadorned, cute, natural, and unpretentious way...

Are you in such a hurry that you went over without even combing your hair?

His face fell again.

He raised his hand, his slightly curved index finger and thumb pinching her soft cheek without any hesitation. He didn't use much force, just gently rubbing the soft, plump skin to check its texture.

The tone was flat.

"Someone will be coming to install electric fences on the exterior walls tomorrow. Stay in your room and don't go out. I'll bring you food."

Yu Lian was still basking in the joy of getting away with it and subconsciously nodded in agreement. But when she realized what had happened, her eyes widened.

...What are you pretending to be?

She couldn't get the answer; Lu Jiefei had already considerately closed the door, leaving her dumbfounded, staring at the door.

Just because Pei Shaoyuan climbed over the wall once, he actually wanted to install an electric fence.

Isn't that a bit too safety-conscious?

Yu Lian had nothing to say, but peeked through a crack in the curtains. Bias was still there. He was leaning against the car, idly playing on his phone, the screen illuminating his face. He seemed lost in thought, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Prejudice: Put my V back."

"Prejudice: I'm still waiting for you. Do you think you can handle my deep affection right now?"

"Prejudice: Do you want to come over to my house later to see my QQ sausage?"

Here we go again.

  

Yu Lian didn't ask if she was looking at pigs or something else. She didn't have the guts to flirt with three men. Online chat was fine, but if she tried to seduce someone in real life, she'd really get fucked.

Perhaps every girl who plays video games will encounter her own ill-fated relationship. She accepted Pei Shaoyuan's fate, but if another one comes along, she really won't be able to handle it.

Can she handle having two husbands?

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: You can go now. I have a boyfriend. We never kissed in high school, but we've kissed now."

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I've played games with you, but remember to delete the Douyin video."

Considering that Bias suddenly went crazy and came to find her after she said she had never been in a relationship or kissed anyone in high school, she decided to go back to the point. She closed the curtains a little and went back to bed to lie down peacefully.

Jiang Shaoheng was left alone in front of his phone and could no longer understand the text.

Was she grammatically incorrect? Did she misunderstand something?

Could it be that he misread or misunderstood again? Like last time, it was an unpleasant misunderstanding.

Jiang Shaoheng closed his eyes and opened them again, trying to discern the different words in the sentences she sent.

Finally, I typed out each letter one by one. The villa area was very quiet at night, and the clicking sound of the phone keypad was a little eerie.

"Prejudice: It's okay. I'll give you a good wash."

The message has been sent, but the recipient rejected it. You need to change the recipient's permissions before you can send messages again.

Yu Lian blocked him.

The third time.



Ao Chen had originally planned to finish training at 5:30, but ended up doing extra debriefing and training until after 10 p.m. During that time, he was constantly using the training machine and didn't even have a chance to look at his phone.

For some reason, the coach was exceptionally strict with him, particularly targeting and suppressing him. During practice matches, the coach kept a close eye on him, specifically by sounding the alarm whenever he approached the minion wave.

Ao Chen started out playing jungle carry, and in his view, it was perfectly normal to solo lane minions, clear four jungle camps, and get all the gold to carry four other players. Now, he even has to give up his own jungle to the marksman to farm, and is only allowed to sniff around, feeling like he's become the marksman's pet.

Besides, even if he were to become a marksman, he shouldn't be one.

Ao Chen felt nauseous looking at the pig-faced look of his team's marksman, who was smiling smugly at him.

"Hey buddy, how about you eat this red one?"

With his coach's and Ultraman Seven's eyes gleaming like laser plasma sparks, Ao Chen forced a smile, pretending to be relaxed.

"It's okay, buddy, you eat it. I'll give you anything, even stones."

The marksman slept in the bunk above him, and every night he had to bring his little girl, Shaoluo, into the room. The first thing he'd say upon entering was in a high-pitched voice, "Want to play? I'm from the youth training." After duo queue, they'd have to play casually, and the bed shook so much that Ao Chen dreamt he was riding a large bus every night.

Last night, Ao Chen finally lost his temper and said a few words to him. Just then, Sagittarius was about to be released from prison. He was also unhappy when Ao Chen interrupted him and started arguing with Ao Chen, even though he was still holding something.

After arguing with Ao Chen, he still had to act subservient and subservient to the archer in the game.

Now, Ao Chen doesn't even hate the top laner anymore; he only hates the marksman. Every day, he has to curse the marksman player in the small box with Yu Lian, and even use Doubao AI to generate the house where the marksman player lives.

After finally managing to muddle through the final debriefing, my brain felt like a donkey dung ball—smelly and smooth—after a whole day of work. I didn't even have the energy to mentally curse the coach when he said, "You've overeaten the economy; eat less tomorrow."

He rushed to retrieve his phone as soon as training ended.

He was afraid that Yu Lian would contact him but he hadn't replied, and she would think he was lying to her. Ao Chen hurriedly opened WeChat to check, only to find it completely empty.

The message might not have been refreshed yet.

Thinking this, he clicked in and out again, and the last message was always the same milk dragon he had sent, rolling around mischievously.

The support player, who was on good terms with him, patted him on the shoulder from behind and said, "Let's not talk about bro, let's go to the cafeteria."

In esports, everyone has a code name that accompanies them throughout their professional career. Ao Chen couldn't come up with a good name, so he went to ask Yu Lian for one, hoping she could give him a more sophisticated nickname. However, Yu Lian completely ignored him.

"Just keep quiet then."

Even if he doesn't tell me his King of Glory ID, I've been using it for years. At first, when we didn't know each other's names, Yu Lian always called him "Bu Shuo." Later, when he joined the gaming companion group, he still used the name "Bu Shuo."

Yu Lian's tone became strange as she spoke.

"Do you mean to call me 'able to do'?"

How can she be so cute?

Ao Chen couldn't help but laugh whenever he thought about this. He turned to look at the support player, who was just as destined to be a lackey of the stupid marksman as him, and felt a sense of kinship: "Let's go."

The assistant, carrying a tray, sat opposite Ao Chen. Seeing him glancing at his phone every five seconds, she couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong with you lately? You weren't even listening to Lao Yang scolding you today. Lao Yang must be dying to hear you."

"What can I do?" Ao Chen turned off his phone, not wanting him to see anything, and ate a mouthful of rice. "Old Yang scolds me every day, I'm used to it."

The support player clicked his tongue: "Don't take your good fortune for granted. They all say Old Yang has high hopes for you. You might be fighting the Little Silver Dragon this year or next."

The Little Silver Dragon Cup is a competitive tournament in youth training, equivalent to a mock college entrance exam. Winning not only brings prize money but also exposure in the cup, boosting your value in future drafts and increasing your chances of being bought by a major club.

"Not so easy..." Ao Chen scoffed lightly, seemingly unconcerned, but he picked up his phone and typed in the unanswered chat box.

"1: I'm going to play the Challenge Cup."

"1: I became the number one draft pick."

"1: I am currently the starting jungler in the KPL."

No response.

Ao Chen couldn't stay still, so he opened Honor of Kings again, wanting to see if she had logged into the game today and check her recent offline time and such.

Go up and you'll see a ranked match with mixed feelings of pity and hate, 2/5, 15 minutes into the game.

His heart skipped a beat. Ao Chen had no idea how terrible his expression looked in that instant; even the support player didn't dare to speak. He still thought he was as calm as a bull, holding his breath and clicking to spectate the game without the slightest tremor.

As soon as I entered the loading page, I saw a very familiar ID.

I don't want to be too despicable.

I watched the game at double speed, and saw Gongsun Li and Yao kiting each other under the tower, giving away blue and red buffs and kills. Throughout the game, Yao was like Gongsun Li's belt, never leaving her side.

Ao Chen pretended not to care, giving a forced smile.

His face was reflected in the blacked-out screen, and it looked somewhat like that of the Demon Ball Huba meme.

Ao Chen stopped laughing.

He'd said it before: he hates archers.



[Regarding the game tournaments, I've added a lot of my own interpretation, so it's not entirely accurate because researching was too tiring. Also, this world doesn't have any Yi Nuo or anything like that; it's all self-made teams and self-made competitors. I'm afraid of getting criticized.]

[Second update tonight]