I am the leader of the anti-racism movement.

"Stop talking nonsense. Where are you going for the Summer Split? I don't believe no team has contacted you privately."

In Luo Fei's opinion, the junglers in S6 were truly a diverse bunch, with all sorts of reverse skills and confident back turns, as well as inexplicable team fights and incomprehensible ganks. At this level, even if Condi was sitting on the bench, his ability would still make him shine, so it's impossible for any team to leave such a jungler uninterested.

"There are quite a few, but I'll most likely go to LGD. They have a good roster and promised me a starting position."

"Huh? LGD? Redmi invited you too?"

"Are you kidding me? Hiring a jungler doesn't require a coach. Wait... what do you mean by that? You were invited too?"

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After a brief silence, a wave of awkwardness washed over them.

On one hand, the head coach personally invited him; on the other hand, the second team coach communicated with him. The difference between the two was enormous, like the difference between the genuine product and a free gift. Condi was greatly shocked when he learned the truth, but he calmed down after only a short while.

That's definitely not wrong.

Although the guy in front of me looks like a simpleton, he is actually a very strong jungler. He is stable and can be a captain who can lead the team. He himself has been sitting on the bench. Even though others know that he is capable, they don't know exactly how far his ability has gone.

However, it doesn't matter, as long as he has a chance to perform.

LGD has such a strong roster, but most importantly, they have such a strong coach. He believes that with their collaboration, he will definitely grow and leave this guy in the dust. No joke, there aren't many good junglers in the current meta, but you can count four or five on your fingers. However, once you change coaches, those numbers become extremely small.

Since Abu took over management and stopped overseeing team drafts, there are only a handful of truly capable coaches in the LPL besides him. A large part of the reason Condi chose LGD was because LGD had Coach Redmi there. (To reiterate: a significant portion of a jungler's skill comes from their coach.)

Seeing that time was almost up and their conversation was slowly coming to an end, Luo Fei decisively chose to break the ice.

"Let's call it a day. You should go back soon too. You're still an M3 member, it's not good for you to stay out there for too long."

"Alright. Then we'll see you on the field next time. Before that, don't lose too badly." After all, this was a jungler who had gone toe-to-toe with him. If he lost too badly, wouldn't that be a veiled implication that he was trash too? Condi couldn't tolerate that.

"Don't worry, at least we won't be eliminated in the first round of the playoffs. You go first, I need to go see a friend of mine later, it's not on your way." Looking at the time on her phone, she should be home by now. Thinking about the gift she had promised a few days ago, Luo Fei felt a little excited.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder he's the team tyrant. He can actually stay outside for so long."

"You don't understand. People always need to take some time to listen to their elders in order to live a more comfortable life."

"For example?"

"For example, I have always believed in what they say: the happiest thing for a person every day is to be able to guarantee that they have three meals a day."

Chapter 131, Section 138: Scenes in a Dream

Returning to the long-missed 3603, the dim lighting immediately gave Luo Fei a very different experience. Although he knew in his heart that this might be a little romantic gesture prepared by Sister Shuang, to be honest, the lighting... looked exactly like the pink lights in the alleyways he often saw when he was a child.

That was a color he would never forget, because it represented his childhood. As a child, Luo Fei, who used to play in the mud at the door, had witnessed countless uncles rushing in anxiously, only to walk out calmly a few minutes later. As a child, he naively thought it was a toilet, because that was how he reacted when he went to the toilet.

Back then, as a young boy, he wanted to go inside and find out more, but he was stopped at the door by a young lady. He still remembers that the young lady was very pretty and had a very approachable personality. She bent down and gently stroked his hair, telling him softly that he was too young to go in and that he would have to give some money to go inside.

He understood that; after all, some toilets used to actually charge money. Back then, he spent all his money on spicy snacks and couldn't bear to spend it on toilets, and of course, that little money wasn't enough to even get in. What he found most strange was that even though the young ladies were so gentle, he could always hear them crying because they were being bullied by the wall. He once comforted those young ladies for a long time.

It seemed he had moved them. He still remembered that afternoon when the girls surrounded him and secretly made a promise with him: when he grew a little older, they would help him grow into an adult.

Unfortunately, he later moved to another orphanage, and the promise to become an adult was never fulfilled.

Years later, when he was older and finally had the money to explore it, everything changed. Overnight, all the pink lights in the alleyways vanished, and he was never able to step into his dreamland again, nor see those girls he longed for.

Even today, he can still hear many people discussing those places, remarking that they were once a paradise for men. With a touch of nostalgia and reminiscence, he slowly stepped into the room.

Aromatherapy was burning in the house, and a beautiful woman leaned against the sofa. She seemed to have been waiting for a while and was a little tired. Shuangjie had quietly fallen asleep on the sofa.

That's normal. The perfect timing on TV is just a script; it's incredibly difficult to achieve in reality. After all, in a big city, you never know how long it will take you to get home. This time, Sister Shuang kept her promise. She wore the cheongsam Luo Fei had always dreamed of. The style was different from the dignified and elegant cheongsam he'd seen on screen in his previous life. Instead, she chose a black, alluring cheongsam, the slit at the hem revealing her fair thighs, making her look exceptionally tempting.

This outfit was probably specially prepared for tonight.

The cheongsam is a garment that most people simply cannot pull off.

First, look at the face; second, the figure; third, the temperament—all three are indispensable. An unattractive face immediately lacks beauty. A poor figure makes clothes look bad. As for temperament? Those who know, know. Among the LPL's top female hosts, only Sister Shuang can perfectly carry off a cheongsam in all three aspects. Especially now, reclining on the sofa, her graceful figure is on full display.

but,

Luo Fei was no longer as impatient as before. He carefully sat down next to her, gently stroking and playing with her hair, looking at the lovely girl on the sofa with a doting expression.

He had just gotten off the plane, yet he rushed back to set up the venue, changed his clothes, and even fell asleep while waiting—that in itself speaks volumes. After all that, this grown man only strolled back leisurely after eating and drinking his fill, acting like a complete scumbag.

Does he crave Sister Shuang's body? Yes! Anyone who doesn't is a eunuch.

But when two people are together, it's never solely for that purpose. The essence of love is mutual companionship, understanding, and encouragement. Only mutual respect and commitment constitute true affection.

A little while later, Luo Fei also got up and quietly moved towards the kitchen. Exhausted like this, and still doing so much work after coming back, there was no way he'd have dinner yet. Luckily, he remembered there were some ingredients in the freezer. Regardless of whether Shuang Jie could get up tonight, he'd prepare them first.

Of course, Luo Fei, who was making dinner, still felt a little regretful.

What a great opportunity! If I miss tonight, the next chance will be after the playoffs are over. Although I'll have plenty of vacation time then and have made plans to travel with Sister Shuang, I'll still have to abstain from sex for at least half a month. Even the NoFap forum couldn't get me to do it, yet I managed to do it because of a moment of weakness?

ε=('ο｀*))) Sigh

With a sigh, he continued working on the ingredients in his hands.

But behind him, busy and unseen, Sister Shuang, who was lying on the sofa, had quietly opened her eyes and sat up, looking happily at the busy figure in the kitchen.

Exhausted and fell asleep? Don't be ridiculous. She's not some little girl. As a proper mature woman, she wouldn't make such a big mistake. Pink lights can be romantic, aromatherapy can be romantic, a cheongsam can be romantic, so why can't Sleeping Beauty be romantic?

It's just that this silly man clearly didn't recognize him.

but,

Isn't this a better ending? Women are inherently emotional creatures; even the smallest acts of care from someone they love can move them to tears, let alone such pure, warm-hearted behavior from a man like this. It's absolutely irresistible. (PS: Important point: Wake up, you simps, if you're in love!)

Her husband's actions clearly satisfied her psychological needs as a woman. Naturally, it was time to address her physical needs. If before, Shuang Jie only showcased the charm of her cheongsam through her figure, now, with her affectionate gaze and the added allure, everything has undergone a qualitative change.

Shuangjie slowly stood up and walked towards the young man in the kitchen, taking small steps. For the sake of romance, even in the living room, she wore high heels, allowing her to walk with such allure. Because of her high heels, her footsteps quickly caught the attention of Luo Fei, who was busy in the kitchen.

"Hmm? You're awake. Just a moment, I'll be right there..."

"Snapped"

"Clang!" The spatula slipped from Luo Fei's hand and fell to the ground. Under normal circumstances, according to the three-second rule, picking it up within three seconds would be sufficient, and disinfection wouldn't even be necessary. However, Luo Fei clearly didn't have time to worry about that now.

If the image of Sister Shuang just now was merely a static one, where you could only appreciate her beauty, then Sister Shuang, now slowly walking towards us, is showcasing her allure to the fullest.

A graceful lady, dressed in an elegant cheongsam, exudes charm and grace. Her smile is as radiant as a blooming flower, her voice melodious and sweet. She shines like the moon veiled by light clouds, drifting like snowflakes in a swirling breeze. Every movement is naturally alluring.

She drifted over quietly, without saying a word, simply hugging him, listening to his heartbeat gradually quickening, feeling his increasingly restless breathing, and at the same time quietly reaching out to turn off the gas.

"Sister Shuang, I was almost done."

"I know."

"Why don't you wait outside for a bit? You must be hungry, I'll have it ready and serve you right away..."

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It's strange, really. Even though it was something she subjectively couldn't accept, she was willing to give up all her dignity for him, even secretly watching videos and studying diligently. But after studying so secretly for so long, the time had finally come to test her success.

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P.S.: Time to pay your taxes, understand?

Chapter 132, Section 139: The Schedule is Released

The next day.

As expected, Sister Shuang took another day off. She had overestimated her abilities, or perhaps underestimated her charm. The several expensive cheongsams she had gritted her teeth and bought were reduced to shreds overnight, and even now, she was wearing tattered clothes. But it didn't matter; her man was so rich, she could just ask him to reimburse her.

Although the cheongsam was beautiful, she was already used to sleeping in loose-fitting clothes. Unfortunately, last night her little man refused to let her take it off, and as the fabric decreased, it only aroused his passion more, leaving her feeling like her back was about to break.

Is this man some kind of animal?

Before, whether she learned online or communicated privately, she concluded that a normal person should stop after two or three times, and each time it would only last ten minutes or so. Why could he be like a perpetual motion machine without stopping? She could feel that it must be swollen without even looking.

To quell the anger she had stirred up last night, she had used every trick in the book, and now she was completely exhausted and collapsed on the bed.

I can't go to work anyway. But luckily, my younger sister Shufen is gradually getting the hang of her job, so having her cover for me for a day shouldn't be a problem. No sooner said than done, after a brief ring, Sister Zhou's voice came through the phone.

"Hello? Sister Shuang."

"Good morning, little sister. Are you free today? Could you cover for me? I hurt my leg while doing the splits last night, so I might have to rest today."

"Oh, no problem. Shuang-jie, you should get some rest. But why does your voice sound off? Did you hurt your throat from working too much these past few days? You need to take care of yourself." Hearing the hoarse voice coming from the other end of the earphone, Sister Zhou couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It was precisely because Shuang-jie was too perfect that she had to do so much more than others, and even her voice had become hoarse.

Thinking of this, Sister Zhou silently made a decision. She must study faster and strive to help Sister Shuang relieve some of the pressure as soon as possible, so that she can have more time to rest.

"Ah, well... thank you in advance, little sister. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

After finishing the call, Shuangjie tossed her phone aside and collapsed into bed. She was so tired; if her alarm hadn't woken her up, she could have slept until the afternoon. She hadn't had such a good night's sleep in a long time since becoming a host. The only slight disappointment was that her husband had gone back to training.

Well, it's better that he left. Otherwise, if he couldn't hold back, it wouldn't just be a matter of taking a day off; maybe I'd have to go to the hospital? With these strange questions in mind, Sister Shuang drifted off to sleep.

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On the other side, Luo Fei, back at WE, was clearly not feeling well either. The high-intensity exercise had relentlessly drained his body. While it wouldn't cause any permanent damage, the exhaustion of the day certainly took its toll.

The end result was that throughout the afternoon, he played like he was sleepwalking in WE's scrims. All the games they won were won by his teammates farming ahead and turning the tide in team fights. At one point, the WE team even thought he had been rejected after confessing his love the night before and was heartbroken.