Meanwhile, in Lin Jing’s room that night, after nearly two weeks of effort, she finally finished drawing the couple avatars requested by Sheng Kuang.
After a final check, she immediately logged into Weibo and sent the two avatars to Sheng Kuang.
Sheng Kuang wasn’t online. After sending the pictures, Lin Jing casually browsed his homepage.
She followed many bloggers related to the esports scene. They were all reposting the second round of regular season group stage information released by the official Honor of Kings Weibo account. Many were also cheering for their favorite teams or players. Among them, yLs had the highest trending search ranking, and its discussion section was, as expected, a chaotic mess.
The fans of yLs’ players were celebrating their first-round regular season sweep, while the gdt fans, who saw themselves as yLs’ biggest rivals, were dismissively scoffing and ridiculing.
Before Sheng Kuang returned to the competition, he and Yang Sinian’s fans had been locked in fierce online battles. Now that Sheng Kuang was back on the field and his performance had been flawless so far, his fans had gained confidence and were speaking more boldly, leading to even more intense arguments.
The gdt team had also performed well this season. In the first round of the regular season, they were in Group S and only lost one match, to the hjC team, which was Li Ran’s team.
Therefore, as of the end of the first round of the regular season, the gdt team held the top spot in Group S.
Compared to yLs, who had just entered Group A, gdt could indeed be considered to be far ahead and superior.
With good results came a certain degree of arrogance. However, it was truly annoying how the gdt fans would come to belittle other teams whenever they won a game.
Since the Autumn Split, gdt fans had a habit of targeting Sheng Kuang for their taunts.
In Group B, they said he was at the bottom of Group B; after winning the first match, they claimed the opponent was too weak, that anyone could win; now that they were in Group A, they were saying that this was still Group A, and they weren’t even fit to tie gdt’s shoelaces.
Some of the gdt fans were truly foul-mouthed and deserved a retort. Lin Jing saw several eye-sore comments and couldn’t help but log out of her Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Classmate account and log into her regular personal account.
She picked out two of the most absurd replies. She hadn’t even finished typing the second reply when her phone rang.
It was Chen Jing calling via video. Lin Jing answered.
“Lin Meimei, come have some supper.”
As Chen Jing’s voice entered her ears, a pot of bright red, bubbling hotpot appeared on the phone screen.
Lin Jing found it a bit familiar but wasn’t entirely sure. “Where are you guys?”
Chen Jing said, “At the hotpot restaurant across from your school.”
Lin Jing: “…”
It really was.
Lin Jing paused for a moment. “Why did you come all the way here for hotpot?”
The image on Chen Jing’s video call suddenly shifted to Sheng Kuang. “Sheng Kuang.”
He was leaning back lazily in his chair, his upper body slightly angled as he listened to Jiang Zui talk. Unsure what Jiang Zui had said, he chuckled.
Seeing that Sheng Kuang wasn’t responding, Chen Jing called out again, “Sheng Kuang, Sheng Kuang!”
He stared, making Lin Jing feel a little uneasy.
Just as he thought he was about to be exposed, Chen Jing asked with a serious expression, “Lin Meimei, do you know who it is?”
“…”
“Otherwise, why aren’t you curious at all?”
“…”
Lin Jing wasn’t sure whether to be glad for Chen Jing’s moronic line of thinking. She looked at Chen Jing expressionlessly for three seconds. “I don’t know.”
Her question was genuinely perfunctory.
Sheng Kuang let out a low laugh, his eyelids drooping. He tilted his head, leaned close to Lin Jing’s ear, and in a voice only they could hear, he whispered, “Who is it? Don’t you have an idea?”