Lin Jing stared blankly at her phone for several seconds. She rubbed her eyes, then wiped the screen with the corner of her blanket. Seeing that the small gray text remained, she realized Sheng Kuang had indeed changed what he posted, and in a rather strange way.
Her drowsiness vanished instantly, and she shot up from the bed.
Xiao Jing Jiang: ?
...and a bit of chuunibyo.
If you're not sad, you're not sad. You don't need to make a big deal out of it on Weibo by liking it with your main account.
Xiao Jing Jiang: I suggest you cancel the like.
Xiao Jing Jiang: You'll definitely get flamed by gdt's fans if you do this.
About half a minute later, Sheng Kuang replied.
miracle shared a Weibo link with her.
Lin Jing clicked on it. Just as she had sent him her message, he had retweeted a new Weibo post, a compilation of kills made by a blogger.
Below this Weibo post was the compilation of gdt being killed, which he had just liked.
Lin Jing: "..."
What she imagined now wasn't Sheng Kuang with a face full of arrogance and disdain, but a face that clearly said, "If I want to be even more arrogant, I can."
Lin Jing was stunned by her own imagination for a moment, suddenly feeling that her previous two messages to Sheng Kuang were overly dramatic and unnecessary.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Sleep, young man.
...
Sheng Kuang didn't reply to Lin Jing's message. He put down his phone and went into the bathroom.
He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. Standing under the showerhead with his head tilted back, the WeChat conversation he had just had with the girl upstairs somehow flickered in his mind.
He hadn't intended to chat with her for so long.
He had slept late last night. As he was drifting in and out of sleep, he remembered her asking him where the pet boarding kennel was. Then, in his dream, he belatedly realized she was going to pick up that troublesome dog.
He wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but he woke up early, wanting to bring back the dog that he had told Qin Yao, "It's him or me," and Qin Yao had unhesitatingly told him to get lost for the dog's sake.
Unexpectedly, he was still a step too late.
After returning, he didn't sleep well. He had argued with gdt for several hours in the afternoon about the contract termination, and then in the evening, he had to try out the remaining players of yLs. He was quite exhausted by the end of the day, and he had a slight headache due to lack of sleep.
He had originally planned to grab her a bottle of water on his way back to his room to shower and sleep, but ended up chatting with her.
He really hadn't intended to tap her. The first time was an accident; he was a bit dazed at the time, wondering when this stupid app had introduced this feature. The second time, he was trying to look at her avatar and accidentally tapped it again.
Who knew that the girl would start talking about the tap feature?
So, they chatted, and as the conversation went on, he never expected her to bring up the disgusting things gdt had done.
Don't be sad...
Sad...
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had last heard that word.
Two years ago, when he lost his first match, many fans consoled him in the Weibo comments, saying, "Don't be sad, Kuang Zai, you're the best."
Later, when he lost the second match, the third match, and it happened more often, the comfort turned into insults. Then Chen Jing transferred, Lan Bowen retired, and he became a substitute. The words "don't be sad" became increasingly distant from him. Being questioned, slandered, and dragged down became his daily routine.
In esports, being bad is the original sin.
His professional career had been blank for the past two years.
He didn't even have a chance to prove himself, let alone anything else.
So, he could only endure the scolding, the questioning, and the slander.
No matter how displeased or frustrated he was, he had to accept it.
Sheng Kuang turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom.
As he towel-dried his hair, the messages from the girl upstairs flashed in his mind again.
"As long as you're playing, I'll be a fan," "Anyway, don't be sad, I support you" ...
His hair-drying motion paused, and he lowered his head, smiling.
He wasn't sure if it was because of the hot shower or because of that girl, but he suddenly felt that his headache wasn't as bad.