Lan Bowen: "..."
After about ten seconds, Lan Bowen watched Sheng Kuang patiently re-stuffing the surrounding merchandise back into the bags one by one and finally realized something was amiss.
Since when did this young master become so patient?
"Unpack the merchandise for me," "Get me a pen," "Take the merchandise away quickly," "Can't you pack one side and then put it in the box? Do you have to do it in front of me, waiting for me to help?"
These words were probably the correct way to interact with this young master.
But look at what he just said?
"My kid at home likes it," "Practicing calligraphy," "My hand is rusty," "Can't help it, the kid needs face."...
When had he ever signed merchandise for someone at a competition?
Practicing calligraphy, practicing what the heck calligraphy.
That kid Yu Zhou, is he worthy of this kind of treatment from him?
If he dared to ask for merchandise, and the kind that required face, he was sure Sheng Kuang would tell him to scram on the spot.
So, the "kid at home" he mentioned was...
Lan Bowen's gaze slowly fell on Lin Jing.
It was so obvious, yet not a single person in the room noticed anything wrong.
Should he praise Sheng Kuang's terrible acting or say that esports players were all emotionless.
Lan Bowen couldn't help but chuckle.
Sheng Kuang turned to look at him, "Getting frisky?"
Lan Bowen glanced meaningfully towards Lin Jing, "Can I be as frisky as you?"
Sheng Kuang raised an eyebrow, twirling his golden pen, and didn't deny it.
Lan Bowen wanted to put the large bag of signed merchandise aside. He lifted it, then looked at Lin Jing again, "It's a bit heavy."
Sheng Kuang glanced at Lan Bowen.
Lan Bowen continued to stare at Lin Jing, "I don't know if she can carry it."
Sheng Kuang leaned back in his chair, watching Lan Bowen in silence.
Lan Bowen weighed the merchandise, "It's really not light. If you don't believe me, let Jing-mei try carrying it."
Sheng Kuang slammed his pen onto the table, "Are you sick?"
Lan Bowen laughed, placed the merchandise on a nearby chair, and looked at Lin Jing, "That big bag, it's really inconvenient to carry. Carrying it for a while might not feel tiring, but if you carry it for a long time, it's really not easy."
Sheng Kuang remained silent, his gaze falling on the bag.
Lan Bowen suggested, "Why don't you ask your kid if she wants to carry it or have it mailed to her?"
Sheng Kuang thought for two seconds and felt that what Lan Bowen said made some sense. He picked up his phone from the table, "Alright."
Lin Jing's heart was filled with envious yearning.
They were too considerate of that child, worrying if the child would be tired from carrying things.
Lan Bowen was convinced the child was Yu Zhou, and Lin Jing also believed so.
Even though the merchandise was definitely not hers, she still wanted to confirm who it truly belonged to. If it really was Yu Zhou's, perhaps in the future she could get some discarded merchandise from him.
Lin Jing blinked her eyes and hesitated for two seconds, "Sheng Kuang."
Sheng Kuang looked up, "Hm?"
Lin Jing quietly asked, "Can I record you typing a message?"
Sheng Kuang looked at her without speaking.
Lin Jing, perhaps due to her ulterior motives, felt a little uneasy.
She pretended to be calm and met his gaze, enduring it for a while, then said, "I won't record your screen, I'll just do a close-up."
Sheng Kuang remained silent, continuing to stare at her.
Lin Jing slowly started to lose her composure. Just as she was about to say, "Never mind, it's okay," Sheng Kuang chuckled, "You record it."
Lin Jing took her phone and brought it closer to him.
Sheng Kuang unlocked his phone with his fingerprint and opened WeChat.
Lin Jing pretended to be recording him as he typed with his head slightly bowed, but her gaze was fixed on his phone screen.
She saw his thumb swipe down the screen several times, then stop on Yu Zhou's avatar, and clicked it. Sudancheng Novel Network.
The child was indeed Yu Zhou...
Lin Jing glimpsed Sheng Kuang opening the nine-grid keyboard and lazily starting to type.
miracle: I've prepared a bag of merchandise for you. Wen Zi said it's a bit heavy. Let me know if you want it mailed or if you'll pick it up yourself.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: ?
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Bro?
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Bro, are you sure you're sending this to me?
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Bro, did you send the wrong message?
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Bro, why are you suddenly thinking of me? Are you really my brother?
Even through the phone, Lin Jing could feel Yu Zhou's overwhelmed surprise.
Sheng Kuang continued to type with a poker face.
miracle: You said you're a prize-winning insulator, so I'm giving you a backdoor.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Holy crap!
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Thank goodness, Bro, you finally remembered to give me a backdoor.
miracle: So, pick it up or mail it?
miracle: Lin Jing.
After three seconds.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: ????????????
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Lin Jing?????????
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Why Lin Jing???????
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: Bro?????????????
Amidst Yu Zhou's barrage of question marks, Sheng Kuang remained silent.
After about half a minute, Sheng Kuang started typing again.
miracle: I know you're watching.
miracle: Lin · Prize-Winning Insulator · Jing
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: [Cracked][Cracked][Cracked][Cracked]
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: [Slapped][Slapped][Slapped][Slapped]
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: I'm self-aware, I understand, I understand everything.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: My surname is Yu, so I am superfluous.
Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou: I'll change my name to Yu · Superfluous · Zhou.
The next second, above Sheng Kuang's chat with Yu Zhou, the four characters "Yu Zhou Zhou Zhou" changed to "Yu · Superfluous · Zhou."
Lin Jing was completely stunned, unable to react for a long time.
Sheng Kuang continued typing.
miracle: It's the first time I'm opening a backdoor for someone. Kid, do you want this backdoor? Give me a reply at least.
Lin Jing blinked her eyes. After a few seconds, she came to her senses. She opened her mouth to speak, but remembered her phone was recording, and Jiang Xin next to her was also recording, so she swallowed her words and pointed to Sheng Kuang's phone, "Can I use it?"
Sheng Kuang held up his phone. Lin Jing was recording Sheng Kuang with her phone, and with only one hand free to type, she didn't take the phone. Instead, while Sheng Kuang held the phone, she quickly typed a few words.
"miracle": Is it really for me?
"miracle": [Jump][Spin][Celebrate][Fireworks]
"miracle": Wuwuwuwuwu, I'm so excited, wuwuwuwuwu.
"miracle": Kuang Zai, Mommy loves you, Mommy will always love you.
"miracle": Twist.gif
Yu · Superfluous · Zhou: [Terrified][Terrified][Terrified][Terrified]
Yu · Superfluous · Zhou: Bro, what are you doing?
Yu · Superfluous · Zhou: Bro, you're too scary, I'm about to cry [Scared][Scared][Scared][Scared]
Lin Jing: "..."
"miracle": I am not your brother.
"miracle": I am a prize-winning insulator.
miracle: Yes, she is the kid.