His speaking was stiff.
But the meaning was clear.
Qiao Lian narrowed her eyes at his derisive attitude. She raised an eyebrow at the rather good-looking man.
He twitched his mouth and laughed. There was something evil but charming in the way he laughed.
Qiao Lian smirked and said, “Welcome to China, King.”
She extended her hand.
The interpreter conveyed the message to the man.
Immediately, the foreign player laughed and extended his hand.
However, before his hand could make contact, Qiao Lian withdrew hers. She raised an eyebrow again and continued, “… so that we have a chance to take revenge.”
Then she stylishly turned and walked away.
King stood there befuddled until the interpreter explained what she had said. Then he narrowed his gloomy eyes.
“CQ? This… is… a joke.”
He laughed icily and lowered his head to look at his fingers. He looked up again, towards Qiao Lian now disappearing into the distance.
There was a flash of anger and embarrassment in his eyes.
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Qiao Lian walked away from the men’s bathroom. For a moment, she was in a conundrum between looking for Shen Liangchuan and Lu Nanze, or watching the match. After some thought, she quickly headed back to the venue.
She had to warn Prince.
Not that she was so kind-hearted.
But rather that she didn’t want to see that sort of underhanded viciousness in a competition.
Their support had been insulted by King and, for sure, the guy wasn’t in the best frame of mind.
But before she could locate the man, she realized that all the players had already taken their seats on stage and the match had begun.
Nervously, she took her seat amongst the audience and watched the game interface intently.
Prince took his usual position to play the losing strategy, so he needed his support to protect him.
Usually, the coordination between them would be flawless.
But now, the support was obviously not going with the flow.
He didn’t dash forward when he should have and did not return to protect Prince when he should have.
This caused Prince to lose HP very quickly.
The man couldn’t help but remark, “What’s the matter with you today, Bamboo? You’re not with it!”
These words cause Bamboo to fumble and panic even more.
Unconsciously, King’s words came back to him.
Prince’s playing standards were world-class for sure.
But he had not achieved more because of an incompetent support like himself.
He hadn’t done a good job as a support. He was the worst support there was and held Prince back from progressing.
These thoughts surfaced in his mind all at once, causing him to lose focus and panic.
His fingers were starting to tremble.
Prince obviously realized that there was something not right with his support. He turned, took a quick glance at the man and asked, “What’s the matter? Feeling unwell? If so, don’t force yourself. It’s a small group match and we can afford to lose a bunch of them.”
Those words finally calmed Bamboo down.
Indeed. He had been partnering up with Prince for so many years, why should he believe the words of a foreign player and not his own teammate?
At the thought of this, he finally found his focus back and concentrated on supporting Prince.
Eight minutes.
A group battle broke out on the top road.
Three of the opponent’s champions moved in to capture Prince and Bamboo.
As Prince retreated, he shouted, “Bamboo, come back and protect me.”
But before he could finish speaking, the enemy had charged up from behind and slayed him.
Whereas the support survived, with some HP left in him.
