Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Feng Nai was still wearing a black mask, intentionally hiding his face.
People who did not play games might not know just how popular Feng Nai was.
To describe his popularity with words, although he didn’t belong to the entertainment industry, the number of fans he had was comparable to that of an A-list celebrity.
Hence, his attire when he headed out was also different from that of the average person.
He always wore a black hooded jacket over his team uniform.
One would probably refer to his kind as ‘aloofly handsome’.
The assistant followed behind, as people might recognize Feng Nai. After all, the streets couldn’t compare to school.
In reality, players rarely went out.
Their work and rest hours were one reason. When they got out of bed, they also had a certain amount of training to complete daily, even if they were not competing.
Of course, there was also a fixed live-stream time to complete.
When it came to the live-streaming aspect, Feng Nai had always been a very carefree person. Most of the time, he would be tormenting his opponents in a match, so the amount of time he showed his face depended on his mood.
Hence, Almighty was right about one thing. Hardly anyone could remain calm after spotting King. After all, all young people nowadays played games.
He had to control the atmosphere later on, so that they wouldn’t attract too much attention.
One had to admit that the assistant’s way of thinking wasn’t wrong.
Provided that the person they were meeting wasn’t Mo Bei.
Little Lin let go of his brother’s leg. When he pushed open the glass door of the shop, he could hear the wind chimes clinking.
Mo Bei, who was seated by the window, was holding a cup of coffee. She was dressed in a light-colored coat and a British-style checkered scarf, her right sleeve slightly rolled up. Her hair was black, and her dark eyes looked up towards the door.
At first glance, Mo Bei did not see Feng Nai.
Only Little Lin walked in.
However, a second later, the glass door was pushed open again.
A person wearing a black long coat walked in. Although it was a very common design, it looked exceptionally sophisticated on him.
The person in question was also wearing a black mask, showing only his dark eyes.
They had met once at the railway station, once during the school fight, and once when they had been caught at No.1.
After coming into contact with him thrice, Mo Bei recognized him easily.
The coffee cup was shifted to her other hand as her eyes clearly became slightly colder.
Feng Nai also spotted the person he’d wanted to get revenge on recently. With a hand in his pocket, he looked over and fixed his gaze on that person’s face.
The distance between the two of them wasn’t big.
Mo Bei could clearly see the icy glint that surfaced in his eyes when he looked at her.
What a coincidence.
Feng Nai felt the same.
Why did he have to run into him today of all days?
If it had been any other day, he would’ve been able to get revenge.
The assistant was right behind Feng Nai. The moment he stepped in, his expression immediately changed.
What was this gay guy that liked to seek attention doing here?
It couldn’t be just like the previous time at the railway station.
He couldn’t have found out about Almighty’s whereabouts and come in advance to catch him, could he?
They had just settled the matter on Weibo before seeing the culprit in person.
The assistant really wasn’t in a good mood.
He was considering whether to go forward and find a reason to chase this person away.
However, on second thought, he realized that this was a public place. Anyone was allowed to be here.
He became even more exasperated.
Why was Mo Nan always haunting them?
When Mo Bei met the assistant’s eyes, the coffee cup switched hands again.
She was thinking hard. If she really needed to fight later, how would she make Little Lin settle down?
Actually, this happened to coincide with Feng Nai’s thoughts.
However, Feng Nai had never fought in front of his brother.
He had intended to get revenge on another day.
Just as he was about to step forward and slip past the person, Little Brother charged over like a little tornado that couldn’t be stopped and called out airily, “Little Lin!”