The eSports King’s Crush

“Um, this…” Little Lin bent down, his small hand picking up an item. “Isn’t this the mask that brother wears often? Why is it here?”

It was indeed Feng Nai’s mask. You Muqing almost didn’t need to think to guess that this had probably fallen to the ground when the two of them had been fighting earlier.

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Instead, Zhao Jianjian seemed like he’d just realized something. His mouth was wide open as he stammered, “Your, your bro… Your brother is, is Young Master Feng?”

What the f*ck!

He finally remembered why the name Feng Lin had sounded so familiar.

They both had the surname Feng.

Why hadn’t it occurred to him before?

What the f*ck!

What the f*ck!

What had he and Brother Nan done?

Especially Brother Nan.

He had treated Almighty K’s little brother like his own brother!

He had even fetched him to and from places.

Where exactly had this ill fate come from?

Zhao Jianjian’s expressions were so rich that they could make up an entire collection of stickers.

Little Lin shot a look to the side, his aura revealing itself slightly. “Mm…”

Mm?

After his thoughts were verified, Zhao Jianjian wanted to swing his own head like mad.

What was this?

Ah!

Could No.2 Middle School and No.1 Middle School still have proper arranged fights in the future?

However, Little Lin became slightly skeptical. “Weird brother, why is your expression like that? My brother and Little Brother are really close. Don’t look as if the world is ending.”

Really close?

Zhao Jianjian and You Muqing looked in the same direction simultaneously.

There was still a baseball bat at each of their feet.

This was… what being really close was like?

Little Lin must have misunderstood what this expression meant.

How could the chief of No.1 Middle School and the chief of No.2 Middle School be close to each other?

The saying “two tigers cannot share one mountain” had existed for a long time.

Besides, who would let off the person who had left an injury on his face?

You Muqing finally understood why those two people were hiding. It turned out that they didn’t want Little Lin to notice any loopholes.

Really? Why bother?

You Muqing had just started shaking his head, when Little Brother’s cheeks puffed up again. “Brother has been too troublesome recently. No matter how hard I tried to get him to bring Little Brother home, he wouldn’t agree. He had to make me come personally. He’s my Little Brother, yet he still always…”

At this point, Little Lin seemed to recall something and suddenly paused.

You Muqing had grown interested. “He still always what?”

Feng Nai, who was seated on the ground with his long legs half-bent, swept his eyes over upon hearing that question.

His look was icy.

You Muqing felt a chill go down his spine. He deeply believed that he had risked dying by asking this question.

After all, every person who dared to snoop into Young Master Feng’s life did not meet a very good end.

However, Little Brother suddenly stopped burdening his brother. “Nothing, I’m leaving. I’m going to continue searching for my Little Brother. Mom said that I must bring Little Brother home today.”

He would never tell the others that his brother had been pretending to be him and inviting Little Brother to play games with him.

This was the best method he could use to threaten his brother in the future.

As an older brother, Feng Nai naturally understood what Trouble Lin was thinking. His thin lips tightened indifferently for a moment. He wasn’t very bothered, and his eyes only carelessly watched that small figure walk further and further away.

In order to avoid allowing Little Lin to figure out anything, Zhao Jianjian and You Muqing followed him responsibly.

Mo Bei was also taking note of the distance.

When she felt that he was just about far enough, she lifted her head…