The eSports King’s Crush

The atmosphere in the car was still slightly odd, especially when the person driving them was the driver and not Dark Flares’ assistant.

He thought that his young master and young master Mo didn’t seem to interact at all the whole way.

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Could it be because both of them hadn’t really gotten much sleep the previous night?

After entering the school gates of No.2 Middle School, Zhao Jianjian also noticed that Brother Nan wasn’t in a good state that day.

His eye bags were very heavy, yet he did not sleep in class. He was still learning diligently!

This was really… Zhao Jianjian shook his head and looked at Mo Bei, who was wearing his uniform once again. Brother Nan was the only one who wore his uniform so neatly amongst so many students. He was indeed becoming more and more like an ice prince.

This was especially evident while they were doing morning exercises.

After all, there were very, very few people with a tall, good-looking physique.

Mo Bei was undoubtedly an exception.

Students from the other classes were already repeatedly turning in their direction.

What made Zhao Jianjian walk with his head held high was that it wasn’t only the other classes anymore. When they went to grab a snack between lessons, even the girls from No.1 Middle School were looking at them.

There was virtually nothing more glorious!

Even a wind was blowing beneath their feet when they walked!

This was the…

Zhao Jianjian’s train of thought was interrupted.

Why would the members of No.1 Middle School’s student council, who were known to never appear in the convenience store, appear here?

And why would young master Feng be amongst them?

Zhao Jianjian swiftly analyzed their strength and their enemy.

The opposing side had seven people, and there were even more of them behind.

As for him, in order to enjoy being looked at by girls, he used Brother Nan, who was an amazing artifact for attracting girls.

Two against…

He and Brother Nan were really done for this time.

“Brother Nan!”

“Hmm?”

“Brother Nan, stop eating bread. Look around and see if there are any walls first!”

Mo Bei glanced over. She was just about to ask why she had to look for a wall, when she spotted that figure approaching from not far away.

He maintained the same languid manner while wearing the black mask. Even though he did not do anything, it was indeed still evident at one glance who the chief of No.1 Middle School was, although many people were standing around.

It was true that Feng Nai barely ever came to the convenience store.

The reason he had come this time was totally because he hadn’t slept well.

Once he closed his eyes, the scene from this morning would come to mind.

Coming out for a walk might help him forget that his first kiss had been with a male.

“It’s that rascal, Mo Nan!”

“He probably came because he knows we usually don’t come here. Great! Now, we get to catch the rat in the hole.”

“Chief almost struck him off the wall last time. This time, I reckon he could totally give him a one-sided beating.”

As the students from No.1 Middle School chattered on, they were already beginning to surround Mo Bei.

“We waited for so many days, but you can’t stop luck.”

As they went on, they turned to the side to look at Feng Nai and called out, “Chief!”

Feng Nai had a hand in his pocket as he walked towards Mo Bei and the others.

Zhao Jianjian looked left and right, attempting to find somewhere to break through.

He was already prepared to use the bread in his hand as a weapon.

Of course, he would not dare throw it at young master Feng, but he would hurl it at the others.

What none of them expected was that… nothing would happen at all!

The students from No.1 Middle School were dumbfounded as they watched their chief brush past that rascal so casually.

He did not strike. There wasn’t even any eye contact.

He only paused there for a moment, glancing slightly at them and saying, “We’re leaving.”

Leaving?

Chief, we’re letting that rascal Mo Nan off just like that?