"..."
Lin Jing was stunned.
It was Sheng Kuang who had gifted her the honor.
No wonder he hadn't shown up for breakfast. She had thought he had gone out for something.
For a moment, she didn't know how to respond to Jiang Zui's message. After a long silence, she finally chose an emoji to brush it off.
Having unilaterally ended the chat with Jiang Zui, Lin Jing returned to the game.
She scrolled through the screen and counted the number of solo ranked matches played after 2:30 AM. There were 12.
Winning one game granted one star, and she now had 52 stars, perfectly matching the 40 stars they had discussed before sleeping.
She had to admit, he was quite thoughtful. Perhaps he was afraid she would lose a couple of games and drop from the honor while playing alone, so he had specifically given her two extra stars.
Her inbox was full of gift packages from the game, which Lin Jing claimed one by one. The 50 passionate roses Sheng Kuang had sent her last night, she hadn't claimed them. Seeing them again now, she hesitated for a moment before claiming them.
...
It wasn't until 11:40 AM, when her alarm rang for the second time, that Sheng Kuang woke up.
He first opened his eyelids, then closed them again, as if he had fallen back asleep. About a minute later, he reached out a hand to rub his face, struggling to push himself up.
He leaned against the headboard, his mind blank for about ten seconds, then squinted at the time on his phone before slowly getting out of bed.
After showering, Sheng Kuang felt much more awake. With a towel around his head, drying his hair so it wouldn't drip, he walked to the bedside and reached for his phone. Sudane Novel Network.
The girl on the third floor had replied to him.
Though her message was a bit off-topic.
However, when connected with their previous conversation, it still made some sense.
Sheng Kuang stopped rubbing his hair and looked down at the screen.
He had sent her a message last night because he had suddenly seen the light in her bedroom and thought she was still awake.
Now, continuing the conversation like this made him seem like a pervert, staying up late, specifically watching when the light in her room turned on and off.
The girl on the third floor hadn't lied; she was indeed playing games with her friends. But for some reason, he had a lingering feeling that she was deliberately avoiding him.
Sheng Kuang was silent for a moment, then typed.
miracle: Mm, going down for breakfast.
"对方正在输入……" (The other party is typing...) quickly appeared at the top of the screen. He waited for half a minute, but her message didn't come through.
Lan Bowen, seeing that he still hadn't come downstairs, assumed he was still asleep and called to hurry him.
He stubbornly continued to stand by the bed and waited a little longer. Seeing that she still hadn't replied, he finally put down his phone to blow-dry his hair.
Halfway through drying, he heard his phone beep behind him. He paused, put down the hairdryer, quickly styled his bangs, turned around, grabbed his phone, and walked towards the door.
It was indeed a message from the girl on the third floor.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Okay.
It was "Okay," not "No."
A full double the characters from before.
As Sheng Kuang pressed the elevator button, he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Sheng Kuang entered the restaurant and saw that everyone had arrived except for Lin Jing.
He pulled out a chair and sat down. Just as he was about to ask Wen Zi why she hadn't come down yet, Lin Jing arrived.
Chen Jing, starving, saw Lin Jing and started shouting, "Sister Lin, you used to come early for meals. These past two days, you've been a bit late. Not actively participating in meals, is something wrong with your brain?"
When Chen Jing played games, if she was doing well, she didn't like to push towers and always wanted to kill people.
Lin Jing looked at her expressionlessly, "Not actively pushing towers, and something's wrong with your thinking."
The whole room burst into laughter.
Only Sheng Kuang didn't laugh much, just glanced at Lin Jing.
The topic of their lunch discussion was all about the team. They had signed a streaming contract with the platform, and the platform wanted them to do a live stream before the start of the autumn season.
The platform had paid for it, and they would cooperate with such events. Moreover, official events like this would be promoted in advance.
Everyone understood the rules, but Lan Bowen, still worried, reiterated them: "During the live stream, don't mention other platforms, don't argue with people, especially don't use foul language. Be enthusiastic with fan activities, don't always be looking for PK battles, calling people noobs, or saying arrogant things like 'they kneel before me.' Do you understand, Sheng Kuang?"
Sheng Kuang: "..."
Lan Bowen: "Remember to wear your team uniforms for the live stream. Jiang Xin thoughtfully arranged for a makeup artist to come over. She'll be here around two. I suggest you all go tidy yourselves up. Don't be too confident in your looks, because you're not like someone else, who has naturally good looks. Even if a bad photo is taken, there are still a bunch of fans who will help edit it."
Sheng Kuang: "..."
Although no name was mentioned this time, it was no different from directly stating his ID number.
Lan Bowen's tone revealed a hint of envy: "It's good to have many female fans. Not only do they edit photos, but they also draw them. I heard that classmate Tian Tian Tian Tian has released new fan art again?"
Lin Jing, who was inexplicably mentioned: "..."
"Also, everyone remember to have your managers constantly monitor the live stream. If you see any negative comments that stir up trouble, directly ban them. Official live streams must not have arguments. You all have managers, right?" Lan Bowen said, looking at Sheng Kuang: "Do you? I remember you used to dislike managers because they would always brag and argue. You dismissed them all. Why don't you give me and Jiang Xin one, and we'll keep an eye on things for you in the evening?"
Sheng Kuang swallowed what was in his mouth and replied, "No need, I have one."