Lin Jing: "?"
0-10-1...
How could this match record be exactly the same as Shangguan Wan'er's from this afternoon?
Could this Jing be the same Jing from this afternoon who taunted her "Heh, good job!" every time they passed each other in the game?
After sending the message, Jing quickly took down a low-health jungle monster. Seeing that Yao, who was standing beside her, didn't reply to her message and was repeatedly tapping the recall button, Jing became impatient and sent another message in the game.
All-Around Ultraman (Jing): Were you the Shangguan Wan'er from the afternoon match who fed me with a 0-10-1 record?
Lin Jing's smile instantly froze.
... What the hell?
Her hand trembled, almost dropping her phone.
She stared at the words in the game interface, her expression as stiff as if she didn't recognize the characters.
She wished she couldn't read, then she could pretend she knew nothing.
Lin Jing's Yao had reached level four. She stared at Jing, who was circling her and spamming "Heh, good job!" for two seconds, pursed her lips, and turned to run towards Sheng Zhuang's Marco Polo.
Since no one was replying to him, apart from him and Sheng Zhuang, there were also the mid laner and the top laner. As long as she didn't say anything, Sheng Zhuang might assume his cousin was referring to one of the other two.
All-Around Ultraman (Jing): I'm talking to you, Yao.
All-Around Ultraman (Jing): Why are you running away? Are you or are you not that Shangguan Wan'er from this afternoon?
Lin Jing ran towards Sheng Zhuang's Yao and abruptly stopped at the mid-lane tower.
At this moment, she wanted to cry but had no tears.
She really wanted to ask heaven what kind of sin she had committed in her past life to repeatedly mess up in front of Sheng Zhuang.
She just wanted to maintain her image in front of her idol, why was it so difficult?
Just like this afternoon, because she hadn't replied to his messages, Jing started using voice chat: "Yao, did you mute my text messages again like this afternoon?"
Lin Jing instinctively wanted to mute Jing like she did this afternoon. Before she could move her finger, Jing's voice came from the game again: "Brother, tell your 0-10-1 friend to use voice chat."
Lin Jing thought that if she muted Jing, she wouldn't know what he and Sheng Zhuang were saying. She pursed her lips and dismissed the idea of muting him.
Sheng Zhuang ignored Jing. Jing fought a team battle and, while returning to base to heal, spoke again: "I'll get my iPad and check the match records in the King's Assistant."
Lin Jing: "..."
Soon, Jing spoke again: "Haha, it's really you, 0-10-1. Others go god-like, you go ghost-like."
Jing: "0-10-1, why did you play so many bot matches?"
Jing: "Let me count how many matches..."
"..."
Lin Jing felt like she wasn't about to cry but was on the verge of bursting into tears.
She was baffled as to why she had spent hours exhausting herself playing thirty bot matches with her phone this afternoon, like an idiot.
What was it all for?
Was it just so she could achieve a
Miracle: My room.
Lin Jing was a bit confused.
She wanted to spectate, but she never expected that his spectating would be in person.
She turned her head to look at the dark sky outside the window and thought that going to his room in the middle of the night might not be appropriate.
Before she could recover from the unexpected turn of events, Sheng Zhuang's message came.
Miracle: Are you coming down?
Lin Jing paused for two seconds, holding her phone and typing.
Little Jing-chan: Almost.
Miracle: Mm.
Miracle: I'll wait for you at the elevator.