Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âTonight was an exception because the reporters were nowhere in sight. If she had written that profile herself, wouldnât it be a bit narcissistic? Who talks themselves up that much? Even Shen, who was a genuine big shot, only had âCEO of Jingsheng Corporationâ in his introduction.â Gu Ziye thought.
The truth was, Gu Ziye had misunderstood Rong Qi. She hadnât written that profile; it was added later by Qiyan Studioâs people when she had a fall from grace. And the person responsible for the update was Ye Zhi.
Ye Zhi was an ardent fan of Rong Qi. He would have loved to fill her profile with all her accomplishments. However, his relentless obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in when the input box lost its square shape during the writing process. So, he trimmed it down, summarizing Rong Qiâs significant achievements in what he deemed to be the most concise language.
When Rong Qi and Ye Nanshen returned to Clearcreek Mansion, it was already close to eleven. Yet Rong Qi wasnât sleepy at all. She sat on the carpet, engrossed in a video game. Meanwhile, Ye Nanshen was in the bedroom, dealing with a stack of urgent documents that Zhuang Ling had just sent over.
During a game loading screen, Rong Qi turned to glance at Ye Nanshen. Unexpectedly, he was also looking at her, with a smile.
âWhy is he smiling at me?â Rong Qi thought.
Shaking her head, Rong Qi turned her attention back to the now-loaded game screen and entered the game world. However, the moment she got in, someone invited her to play.
Frowning, Rong Qi opened her friends list and saw, to her disbelief, that it was filled with the night owls from Class 7. The one who invited her was Huang Hao. Leading the opponentâs camp was Han Ning.
As soon as Rong Qi entered, she heard Huang Haoâs voice, âHey, Miss Seven, listen before you yell. No blaming or hacking of the phone. Since youâre up playing at this hour, weâre just following suit.â
Rong Qi was speechless and didnât respond.
Chuckling, Huang Hao continued, âI never thought youâd be a gamer, Miss Seven. Perfect, letâs team up. Donât worry, Iâll carry you. If we win, can we get two fewer papers tomorrow?â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Snorting, Rong Qi typed back, [Forget it. I suck at this. How about if you guys beat me, you get a day off, no papers. Anything else wouldnât be fair to you.]
Han Ning, Huang Hao, and the others were puzzled. They wondered if they were dreaming. They also thought defeating Rong Qi should be a piece of cake.
However, Han Ning was extra cautious. He checked Rong Qiâs rank and noticed it was only Gold and that she had logged in just once in the last month. It was clear she didnât play often.
Relieved, Han Ning said, âThanks for being so generous, Miss Seven. Pick your best hero; we wonât ban any.â
Rong Qi replied, [Fine.]
Rong Qi glanced at her hero selection and randomly picked one she was not particularly good at. It was a good opportunity to practice for the next season.
Seeing that Rong Qi chose a fragile hero named Little Luban, everyone assumed she wasnât a seasoned player. Little Luban was indeed a common choice for players at her level.
Once the game started, Rong Qi took her usual position at the bottom lane, focusing on fighting the minions. Occasionally, she would cautiously probe her lane opponent Zhang Fu, and dodge surprise attacks from Han Ningâs jungler.
Everything was progressing as expected. Yet, each of Han Ningâs ambushes somehow missed Rong Qi, leaving first blood tantalizingly out of reach.
Suddenly, just as Han Ning was attacking the dragon, Rong Qi aimed her cannon at the dragonâs position and, in an instant, scored the first blood.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
âIt must be Miss Sevenâs beginnerâs luck,â mumbled Huang Hao..