Chapter Eleven

His finger was already hovering over the input field, ready to type, "I'm sorry, I'm a pervert." But upon seeing the other person's reply, his ears turned bright red in an instant, and he buried his head back into his quilt.

【Chi Yu】Learned something.

A soft tapping sound echoed on the keyboard. After sending the message, Chi Yu got up to get some water. In his view, ensuring his partner was satisfied in their sex life was a crucial part of marriage. When he returned with his water and saw that the reply box remained empty, he took a sip.

Too shy already?

Meanwhile, Ning Nanzhou lay in bed, suffering from insomnia. It wasn't just insomnia—he had also had an unspeakable dream. When he woke up on his dormitory bed and felt the evidence on his sheets, he felt utterly ruined.

He had originally intended to wake up early and explain why he had shared that video, but now his mind was even more chaotic than the day before. With his eyes closed, he typed out a message.

【Did You Study Today?】I sent that video by mistake QWQ. I wanted to share a very cute cat video with you, I don't know why it redirected to something else. I really didn't mean anything by it!

After sending it, he shut off his phone, too afraid to look at the response.

He had a busy day ahead: two sessions of chemical analysis in the morning and a cell biology experiment in the afternoon. The professor for chemical analysis was an old man who paused every two or three words, making Ning yawn incessantly. Subconsciously, he reached for his phone—only to remember yesterday's video and pull his hand back. Instead, he looked at Xu Ye, who was busy flirting with a boy from the next class.

"Lend me your phone to play with."

"Where's your phone?" Xu Ye asked, puzzled.

Without batting an eye, he replied, "Didn't bring it."

Xu Ye didn't suspect a thing. He unlocked the phone and handed it over, whispering in his ear, "If anyone tries to reach me later, give me a cough."

Used to this, he took the phone and logged into a match-three game. How to describe this game? It was purely for killing time; how long he played depended on how boring the lecture was. He was a score-obsessed perfectionist in *Advent*, and he was the same in this match-three game. He couldn't stand anyone being ranked ahead of him, so he played with intense focus.

His luck was good today; a level spawned five power-ups, allowing him to set a new high score that surpassed "When Will the Captain Retire," the rival who always competed with him for the top spot.

Satisfied.

Just as he was about to start the next level, he received a flurry of private messages.

【When Will the Captain Retire】??? 8300 points... cheating on a casual game???

【When Will the Captain Retire】I hate you cheaters the most. Do you know how hard I have to work just to find time to play? (Frustratedly bites handkerchief)

【When Will the Captain Retire】I’m about to be driven insane lately. Constantly forced to meet different random guys, they blame me for not being proactive when we don't sync up, and now I run into a cheater in a game.

The amount of information here was a bit much...

But since the other party started by calling him a "cheater," the white-haired youth sent a reply with an expressionless face.

【I Am the Greatest】Who are you calling a cheater, you noob? If you have a problem, call the police. Don't act like the whole world is your daddy.

In all fairness, he had been quite restrained, but the other person acted like a sheltered baby who had never seen the dark side of the internet. After a while, they replied in a rage.

【When Will the Captain Retire】Who are you calling a noob? I just don't have time to play this game. If you've got the guts, let's play *Advent*.

Ning Nanzhou lazily sent over his account details.

【I Am the Greatest】National Server 782451. Your daddy is busy now; I'll be on this afternoon.

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By the time he finished his lab class, it was four in the afternoon. He took off his lab coat and hurried out of the building. The person suspected of being a "gigolo" had been blowing up his messages.

【When Will the Captain Retire】Why aren't you accepting the friend request? I've been waiting for half an hour!

【When Will the Captain Retire】Are you scared? You can't afford the hacks for *Advent*.

【When Will the Captain Retire】Where are you, where are you, where are you?

He replied casually.

【I Am the Greatest】Stop yapping. Your daddy is about to wreck you.

With his roommate studying in the dorm, he switched to a silent keyboard. *Advent* was a five-player game, but two people could open a room for a PK.

The "Gigolo" picked the marksman hero Nightmare first. He didn't bully the opponent and chose the Master of R'lyeh, also a marksman. The early game was just clearing lanes and leveling up. The Master of R'lyeh was a typical early-game hero; the longer the game dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became. Once his gear was complete, he started looking for opportunities to dive the tower.

The other player’s roaming ability was stronger than he had imagined. There were several times he managed to escape death, though their skill execution felt a bit too soft. He ended the game in fifteen minutes and, after finishing, kindly sent a message.

【South】You play Nightmare pretty well, but your playstyle isn't aggressive enough. This hero is all about relentless pressure. Try hard to become a streamer, and stop being a gigolo.

On the other side, Xiao Qiao was furious. He was a support; playing like that was already quite good, wasn't it? Not only did this guy mock him to try and be a streamer, he actually called him a gigolo!

Young Qiao Zhengqi, who had been exhausted these past few days trying out with different ADs, was just about to block the guy when Zhao Li, who was heading upstairs to submit materials, walked behind him. "Who are you playing with, Xiao Qiao?"

"Someone named South," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Isn't that the streamer Song asked me to recruit?" Zhao Li tapped the replay of the match. "His last-hitting is actually decent!"

Last-hitting meant delivering the final blow to kill a minion. Team fighting could be practiced, but last-hitting was pure talent. Sometimes, the difference in last-hitting between opponents could reach over a hundred.

"He's a streamer??!" Xiao Qiao was shocked. How could a person like this be a streamer? Wouldn't he get flamed to death?

Curious, he clicked on South's livestream. The moment it opened, he heard a youthful voice.

"Qin Yong wants to go to SWL? He should have transferred ages ago after playing that badly. I could play better with one hand; what can't I do?"

Not only was he foul-mouthed, but he was also narcissistic!

He closed his computer, praying that South wouldn't come to their base. He didn't know if the heavens heard his prayers, but he was certain he hadn't checked his horoscope before leaving the house today.

Just as he was about to clock out and buy milk tea, Chi Yu walked over. "Lou Yuanbai is coming for a tryout this afternoon. Get ready."

Xiao Qiao's face fell instantly. He actually started to think South was right—constantly cooperating with different ADs, he really did feel like a gigolo now.

"Are you secretly cursing me right now?" the long-haired young man asked with a gentle expression.

However, Xiao Qiao shivered. Their captain looked refined, but in reality, he knew exactly how to punish people.

He quickly explained, "How could I! I just think your new tie looks really good, Captain!"

His explanation was weak and unconvincing. To his surprise, the young man replied calmly, "My wife gave it to me."

W-w-wife?!

Xiao Qiao was deeply shocked. He called out to Song Mingjie, who was about to leave. "Brother Song, did you hear that? The captain has a wife!"

"I know," Song Mingjie said with a smile, leaning in. "And she's very obedient."

Xiao Qiao felt unbalanced! Why did Brother Song know, but he didn't? He had even blocked skills and bled for Chi Yu!

He bombarded them with questions: "Captain, when did you get married? How long has it been since the S-Tournament? Did your wife watch our match that day? Sigh, I didn't play well in the finals; she won't think I'm terrible, will she? When can I meet your wife!"