Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Han Ning had just claimed his first kill and was brimming with rage. Whenever he saw anyone from Huang Haoâs team, he would kill them on sightâeven if it meant taking on four opponents at once.
In less than ten minutes, Han Ningâs team had gained the upper hand, claiming kill after kill, thanks to his relentless assault.
Feeling cornered, Huang Hao raised the white flag, typing, [Miss Seven, letâs just move on to the next round. Weâve lost this one.]
Rong Qi replied, [I havenât died yet.]
âWhat?â Huang Hao questioned, doubting what he had just heard. âMiss Seven, in this game heroes can respawn, so death isnât really an issue. Weâre already falling behind economically, and both the top and middle lanes have been pushed to our towers. Weâve basically lost.â
[Itâs your own fault for giving up those kills. I havenât died yet,] came Rong Qiâs response again.
The same phrase once more.
Rong Qi refused to surrender, leaving Huang Hao and his team with no option but to continue playing, even if it was just to familiarize Rong Qi with the gameâs rules.
Han Ning spotted Rong Qi roaming the bottom lane for support and scoffed disdainfully. Stealthily, he moved through the bushes to ambush her from behind. They crossed paths in the middle lane, and Han Ningâs initial attack cost Rong Qi nearly half her health. She retaliated while retreating, but just when she was hanging by a thread, Han Ning inexplicably died.
The players engaged in the game were left puzzled. They couldnât figure out why Han Ning, their formidable jungler, fell so easily to Rong Qiâs fragile hero.
But that wasnât even the most astonishing part. What followed was an incredible feat by Rong Qi, who single-handedly advanced to the enemyâs base and wiped out the entire teamâdragging along her four underperforming teammates in the process.
âNo way,â they muttered.
As if to punctuate their disbelief, Rong Qi pulled off yet another pentakill.
Her future performances were nothing short of awe-inspiring; every time she appeared, a pentakill was guaranteed. The catch was, she wouldnât push the tower; she was solely focused on killing. This drove Han Ning and his team to the point of despair.
âThis isnât fair! You canât use cheats in this game,â Han Ning accused.
Han Ning suspected Rong Qi of cheating. After all, how could he, a player of the King tier, be defeated so many times by a mere Gold-level player.
Rong Qi typed in response, [A cheater wouldnât be this bad.]
âMiss Seven, do you have some misunderstanding about the word ânoobâ? Your stats are 21-0-7. How is that âbadâ? Han Ning is a 60-star King tier player, for goodnessâ sake!â
[Maybe youâre just worse than I am,] Rong Qi retorted.
Seeing Rong Qiâs sprightly hero darting around, Han Ning clenched his teeth in frustration. With no towers being pushed, his team had no choice but to surrender and start a new round.
Underestimating Rong Qi had cost them dearly in the previous round. So this time, they played extra cautiously.
And yet, they lost again.
Another round, another loss.
And another, and anotherâ¦
âI quit. This is pointless,â Han Ning finally conceded defeat.
Huang Hao and his teammates were left flabbergasted. Even when they deliberately fed kills, Rong Qi still led them to victory.
âThis was too extraordinary, wasnât it? Had we just been carried to victory by Miss Seven?â Huang Hao thought.
A stunned silence settled over the room.
Rong Qi typed, [Youâve lost. Two sets of papers. Iâll send them to the group later.]
Huang Hao and his team panicked. He said, âWait a minute, Miss Seven. You never said there would be penalties for losing.â
âIâm saying it now,â Rong Qi retorted.
Everyone looked at each other, bewildered. They had not only been humiliated in a casual late-night gaming session but also ended up with two sets of assignments. They couldnât help but wonder if this was even humanly possible.
Huang Hao felt like crying. Had he known how this would turn out, he would never have invited her to play. They had seen Rong Qi come online and, remembering her infamy, thought it would be fun to take her down a notch. Little did they know, the joke was on them.
Dejected, the members of Class 7 logged off, vowing to avoid this game for a while.
Rong Qi exited the game as well and sent two sets of assignments to the class chat before logging off.
Stretching her body, she stood up, noticing that Ye Nan Shen had finished his work and was already in the bathroom..