Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the gloom of the night, Feng Nai was totally unlike the honest and upright Almighty with his black team jacket. A cigarette was between his fingers, and he was languidly cold.
Mo Bei stood there. Although her face was stoic, thoughts were flowing through her mind. If he really intended on getting revenge, should she strike back? And if she did, would this person kick her out directly because of the grudge he was bearing against her?
Suddenly, Feng Nai stepped out and placed a hand against Mo Bei’s shoulder, pressing her into the corner. Because of their height difference, his figure was bent down slightly. “Jungling support tank? Who taught you this playing style?”
His voice sounded slightly nonchalant.
However, Mo Bei knew that this wasn’t nonchalance but suspicion.
She recalled Panda’s words.
Mo Bei’s hands under her long sleeves froze for a moment. Then, she glanced to the side, her voice lukewarm as she replied, “I’ve seen someone play like this online in the past.”
“Is that so?” Feng Nai’s light-colored eyes drifted up and down Mo Bei’s face as if he wanted to find the cracks in it.
In the face of this pressure, even Mo Bei’s eyes looked detached and emotionless. “Captain, shouldn’t you remove your hand before we continue to talk?”
Feng Nai was still holding a cigarette in his other hand, which was just hanging by his side looking completely dangerous. It seemed as if this version of him was the Chief of No.1 Middle School.
As he maintained his posture, his handsome face was sinfully good-looking. “Don’t tell me you thought I would let you off so easily because you became my teammate?”
“No.” Mo Bei lifted her eyes, her gaze cold. “Want a fight now?”
When he heard that, Feng Nai’s gaze scanned the area not too far away and he retracted his hand. “Monday afternoon, back field, one on one.”
Mo Bei, who also knew that someone was coming, followed Feng Nai.
She was about to walk in but she was stopped by Panda. “Brother, what exactly did Chief talk to you about? He even held you against the wall. Fortunately, it was Chief who was holding you down. If your positions had been swapped, I think you could not have held back. You would have confessed to Chief and forced a kiss on him.”
Mo Bei’s expression changed for once, and her long legs paused in their tracks. “Don’t let your imagination run wild in the future.”
“To be honest, I was almost scared to death while watching the competition today.” Panda reached out and draped an arm across Mo Bei’s shoulders. He was the shortest person in the entire team. Now that there was finally someone slightly taller whose shoulders he could reach, he naturally had to enjoy it. “At first sight, I thought you were the SweetDisciple who cheated Chief into marriage. Back when that rascal used to play games with Chief, he loved to play jungling support tank. Chief pampered him and gave in to whatever he wanted, even the resources in the jungle. However, you aren’t that similar. After all, that rascal’s movement and consciousness were not as good as yours, neither was his hand speed.” At this point, Panda paused for a moment. “When I compare you, I keep thinking that you’re slightly similar to Almighty Bey, yet slightly different. After all, Almighty Bey played assassin, and his playing style was even more aggressive than yours.”
Mo Bei stoically listened to Panda’s analysis. At first, her heart was slightly shaken. However, by the end, it was essentially calm.
It seemed like there were advantages to lousy handling too.
It could reduce other people’s suspicions.
Back then, she had been training with one hand, so she had indeed been very lousy.
Plus, she’d never expected that one day, she would really be playing support.
Upon recalling the hostility in that person’s eyes as he’d held her shoulder and asked who had taught her that earlier playing style, Mo Bei decided that it was better to let the ID “SweetDisciple” be sealed away forever…