Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Prince exercised his wrist for a bit. At that moment, winning or losing was no longer important. The most important thing was to fight for his own satisfaction.
He stared at the countdown till resurrection. When that finally completed and he was fully recharged and ready to fight another battle, the cell phone screen turned black.
Then he realized that his cell phone had run out of battery.
In his anger, he almost smashed his phone. Quickly, he tossed his cell phone aside and grabbed another one, logging back into his account.
Unfortunately, this interruption had terminated the game.
Anxiously, Prince sent Zi Chuan a message:
[Prince: My cell phone battery ran out. Let’s play again!]
After sending this message, he waited for Zi Chuan’s response.
After waiting ten minutes, there was still no response from Zi Chuan.
He could only send another message. But this time, he found that Zi Chuan had gone offline.
How could he do that?
Prince had not had enough! Zi Chuan had whetted his appetite and then suddenly disappeared.
This person, Zi Chuan... what was he up to exactly?
Their game had hit a stalemate.
And from this point, it was just a matter of who would make an error first.
It was quite meaningless to continue the match.
Besides... he had killed Prince six times, so it wasn’t necessary for him to continue with the game.
Hence, Shen Liangchuan had left the game decisively and did not even see Prince’s provoking messages. Neither was he aware that in a certain hotel in Suzhou, Prince was now feeling quite tormented.
After he had logged out of the game, he went back to the eSports app to continue watching Qiao Lian’s livestream.
The fans had posted a lot of good comments.
After all, even though she had just lost the match, everyone could see her capability.
Shen Liangchuan stared at the screen, at the champion she was using for this game, Xiao Qiao.
Finally, the corners of his lips turned upwards into a smile.
Xiao Qiao, I’ve avenged you.
As Shen Liangchuan was watching the livestream, the door swung open yet again. Song Cheng walked in.
Immediately, Shen Liangchuan motioned for Song Cheng to hush as he continued to stare obsessively at the livestream app.
God knew how much money and gifts he had sent that night.
But for sure, his name had appeared continuously throughout the livestream.
Even Qiao Lian remarked, “... Thank you for sending bubbles, Missing Qiao, but that’s more than generous enough! You’ve been sending gifts all evening, so I’m really thankful.”
Shen Liangchuan cast his gaze down and posted a comment:
[Missing Qiao: Why won’t the caster show her face?]
He really wanted to see how she was and her daily life situation.
Unexpectedly, she responded to his comment with a laugh.
“Because I’m not good-looking! Besides, we are game casters, it’s not necessary to show our faces, is it? It’s better to leave some things to the imagination.”
I’m not good-looking.
Shen Liangchuan smiled at once, suddenly remembering how he had, at one time, sarcastically commented how she probably didn’t look very attractive.
The memories of their past were vividly etched in his mind, as though they had happened only yesterday.
He couldn’t help but immerse himself in these memories.
After some time, the final game for the day ended. Qiao Lian was making her closing remarks for the session, “Alrighty, that’s all for today. After all, it’s been three hours and you must be tired. Have an early night, everyone, goodbye!”
Then the screen went blank as the livestream ended.