Lin Jing's fingertips, gripping her phone, couldn't help but tighten.
Lines that only appeared in novels were suddenly playing out for her. For a moment, she thought she would feel awkward, but in reality, she found that not only did she not feel awkward, she was actually a little moved.
Sheng Kuang had already made his intentions so clear. All that was missing was for him to openly type "I like you" in their chat window.
As far as Lin Jing was concerned, she truly felt this was already a confession.
But he insisted it wasn't, and she couldn't just flatter herself by saying, "You are confessing to me."
Lin Jing silently stared at her phone screen for a long time, finally realizing she was stuck, neither here nor there, and no matter what she replied, it wouldn't quite fit.
She admitted defeat. When others confessed their feelings, people either accepted or rejected them.
Sheng Kuang, however, made it impossible to reject him and equally impossible to accept him.
Lin Jing sighed and with a flick of her finger, sent a universal response.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Oh.
...
After sending those few messages, Sheng Kuang quickly locked his phone and put it down, picking up his training device to log into the game.
He was in the training camp, practicing various maneuvers to build muscle memory. His movements looked steady, but his heart was filled with anxiety.
After a long while, his phone suddenly rang.
His finger twitched, and his hero landed directly under the enemy tower in the training camp. Before he could be taken down, he retreated from the training camp.
Yu Zhou was still awake. Seeing that Sheng Kuang was online and free, he immediately invited him to a ranked match.
He didn't accept. Yu Zhou sent him a private message in the game: "Bro, come in."
Immediately after, his phone on the desk rang several times, and then Yu Zhou called.
He hung up, clicked into WeChat, and seeing Lin Jing's "oh," a faint smile curved his lips, and the anxiety in his heart instantly dissipated by more than half.
miracle: Send your player ID, Xiao Jing Jiang.
Xiao Jing Jiang: What ID?
miracle: The one in your queue list.
There was no more response from Lin Jing.
Sheng Kuang stared at the chat interface for a while, then tapped to return.
Yu Zhou had sent him many messages, all urging him to play.
He didn't even bother to open them. Leaning back in his gaming chair, his training device was logged into the game, and his personal phone was on the WeChat interface.
He wasn't a particularly patient person, but when it came to her, he had truly mustered two hundred percent of his patience.
If he hadn't invited that class monitor to watch the match, he felt he wouldn't have been so aggressive and would have waited a little longer.
But now, her class monitor made him feel truly threatened.
He couldn't wait any longer.
They were in the same school and saw each other every day. He had absolutely no advantage in terms of timing, location, or human connection.
Sheng Kuang closed his eyes, deciding to go all out and take another step forward, directly pressing the screen to send a voice message.
...
Lin Jing had thought that after her simple "oh," Sheng Kuang would have nothing more to say, but she was too naive.
She seriously suspected she had been tricked by Sheng Kuang.
From the moment he told her, "You can understand it as me pursuing you," he seemed to have planned everything. Every message after that had pulled her further into his trap.
As she was pondering how to respond to his question about the "player ID in the queue list," her phone vibrated again.
It was a voice message.
She held the phone to her ear.
"I want to know where I am in the queue. Can you pull some strings... Babe."
Babe...
Hearing this word, Lin Jing's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She hastily put down her phone, closed her eyes, and lay still on the bed for several seconds before picking up her phone again.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Nobody.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Just you. Sudan Novel Network.
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