The eSports King's Crush

Chapter 111: Once, When She Was SweetDisciple

The only thing she could do now was adjust her playing style.

Ever since Sovereign Union had disassembled, she had never played the assassin’s role.

Even in the game, she had always played support.

That was why she used the SweetDisciple account to go online.

The difference between then and now was that she hadn’t been a good support player then, because she had not been able to break her habit of charging forward, which she had acquired while playing an assassin.

She had been very unadapted when she had first started.

Often, her teammates would say, “Gosh, what’s with this support? He’s always running into the jungle instead of protecting people.”

Eventually, she had matched with a player called Languid, who had played assassin. After she had helped him harvest the blue buff, he had sent her a message. “Support, let’s team up together for the next match.”

She had agreed.

His playing style had been aggressive, and she had been equally aggressive as a support.

The two of them had been surprisingly in tune with each other.

Thus, they had gone online to complete missions and ranked up together every day.

At the time, Sovereign Union had already been disassembled, but it was absolutely impossible for her to give up gaming.

One could say that while she had still been undecided about what to do in the future, Languid had kept her company the whole time in the virtual world.

Thus, even right now, Mo Bei could not connect this haughty, sharp-tongued person with warm, considerate Languid.

The disparity was too big.

Besides, back then, some people had asked about his appearance.

After all, he had already been very famous in the game.

Many people would spectate his matches when he would go online.

Mo Bei did not know if this was because he had been annoyed by all the questions, but he had replied, “Still alright. Wearing specs. Not interested in cyber romance. Don’t add me.”

Hence, Mo Bei had been under the impression that Languid was a bookish student.

At this thought, Mo Bei shifted her eyes and glanced towards Feng Nai, whose head was tilted as he lit a cigarette again.

Bookish?

Absolutely not.

Instead, he was really handsome and wicked.

Student?

This was true.

He was No.1 Middle School’s chief after all.

When Feng Nai sensed Mo Bei’s gaze, he tapped on the lid of the instant noodles with a cigarette between his fingers while carelessly looking up. “You cooking?”

“I’m just passing by.” Mo Bei’s expression was cold as she barely spoke to him. She turned and grabbed a bottle of mineral water.

Feng Nai pulled open the lid of the instant noodles and took it into the kitchen in one hand. After a while, he brought it out again, preparing to cook it with hot water.

It was evident that Young Master Feng wasn’t that proficient when it came to turning on the fire and cooking noodles.

As an avid cook, Mo Bei really couldn’t watch after observing him for half a minute.

She reached out and took the bowl of noodles that he had left on the table. Then, she skillfully turned on the natural gas stove and put a small clay pot on it.

The clay pot did not belong to the base. Mo Bei had brought it.

All cooks knew that kitchenware such as clay pots was very suitable for steaming, boiling, and stewing.

The better the freshness of the ingredients was preserved, the fresher the soup would be.

Thus, if the noodles were cooked in it, they would be more fragrant too.

Mo Bei washed up a bunch of celery and cut up half a sausage to add to the food while waiting for the water to boil.

When the noodles were almost done, she added an egg.

Her tall, lean back looked very crisp, and her aura was still cold, elegant and clean.

It was as if, in her hands, even cooking could become a pleasant, charming task.

When she opened the lid of the clay pot, the red and green ingredients surrounding the egg really whetted one’s appetite, and the aroma that wafted into the air really made one want to dig in.

Mo Bei put on gloves and placed the clay pot on the table. Her brow lifted in a very suave fashion, implying that Feng Nai could eat now.