Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
With her hands behind her back, Qiao Lian lay on the king-sized bed in the guest room.
The room was a little musty from the lack of use, as no one stayed in it.
She stared at the ceiling, thinking that perhaps this time around she had made a big fuss over nothing. She was being stubborn.
But the fact was that she was angry.
And there was no outlet for the grievances that were building up inside of her.
She took in a deep breath, but her chest still felt tight and choked up from the anger. She picked up her cell phone and browsed around Weibo. But nothing was getting through to her. Then she logged out and played a Lot match.
Zombie Leader and the team were training every day. She could see their battle progress on the cell phone.
Qiao Lian clicked on the match spectator mode and started to watch a competition.
To her dismay, she found that not even her favourite eSports game could hold her attention at this moment.
Qiao Lian bit her lip and sighed deeply.
Just as she was about to turn off her cell phone to get some silence, she suddenly saw that an invitation for a one-on-one match had come in. The invitation was from none other than the same person she had almost competed against last time: Shen Liangchuan
Qiao Lian was stunned for a moment before she rejected the invitation.
However, within seconds, Shen Liangchuan sent another invitation.
Qiao Lian paused.
Once more, she rejected the invitation. At this point, she noticed someone from her friends list on the game had sent her a private message.
Qiao Lian clicked to open the message. Indeed, it was from Shen Liangchuan.
[Liangchuan: Would you dare to play a match?]
Another short pause.
Did he think she was three years old? He was prodding her with a challenge.
Immediately she pounded away on her cell phone in reply:
[Fine, you’re on!]
Who’s afraid?
Although her hands still suffered the effects of an injury from the past, mobile games were much easier to navigate and control than computer games.
Another private message from Shen Liangchuan came:
[If I win, you come back to the master bedroom.]
What!!
Without waiting for her reply, Shen Liangchuan sent yet another invitation.
Qiao Lian’s hand trembled as she pressed on the ‘Accept’ button. The confrontation began!
Qiao Lian hesitated for a moment.
She had not replied to his last message.
What did he mean by her having to return to the master bedroom if he won the match?
That was too much.
Did this guy even know how to delight a girl?!
Still feeling very much frustrated and choked with anger, Qiao Lian focused all her energy on her cell phone.
To defeat Shen Liangchuan, she chose the champion she was most familiar with: Xiao Qiao, a shaman. She had a strong attack, though lacking hp.
While Shen Liangchuan… chose a tank champion.
In general tanks had plenty of hp, but were weak in attack.
A smile immediately appeared on Qiao Lian’s face. Was this guy stupid or something selecting a tank? Moreover, to fight against a shaman?
The game started. Because there was only a single street, Qiao Lian charged ahead gleefully.
When she saw Shen Liangchuan, she immediately cast a stun spell and then… She started to hit him, one slash after another with the sword.
Seeing his life points depleted bit by bit gave her immense satisfaction!
It was as though she was hitting him in real life.
Finally, her pent-up anger found an outlet.
When the stun spell ended and the tank was about to move, Qiao Lian threw yet another stun spell and continued hitting the tank mercilessly.
When the tank could finally move, it was almost out of hp. He activated the displacement skill and escaped.
Qiao Lian had won the first confrontation.
Elated, she charged ahead and continued hitting the tank.
The tank returned with a full refuel of hp.
She threw a stun spell and continued to slash his champion.
Obviously, she could kill her opponent with her ultimate attack, but she did not. Slashing the tank like she was doing made her feel good!
When the tank was running low on hp, it ran away again.
This repeated a few times since Qiao Lian did not kill her opponent. As she lashed out at the tank over and over again, she felt better and better.
Meanwhile in the master bedroom, Shen Liangchuan held the cell phone in his hands, staring at the champion hitting him with all her might.
For a long time, this champion had been seared into his memory.
