"I was peacefully ranking up in King of Glory when I got the call," Han Ming huffed. "Do you know how rare it is to find good teammates? I was playing to advance my rank! A match to advance my rank!! My little sister finally agreed to queue with me—and we were winning! Then I hear you got stabbed, so I disconnected. DISCONNECTED. And now she's crying and calling me a traitor!"
Han Ming gawked. "What's with that expression of yours?? Hello? Anyone home?? This is the part where you thank me for my sacrifice!"
Han Ming continued, "She said, 'Even Judas didn't queue with Jesus and abandon him in the finals.' Do you know how dramatic a fifteen-year-old girl can be?"
Wang Jingyuan ignored him and instead turned his head to ask Lu Qingyan, "How did that person find out."
Lu Qingyan blinked. "I texted him earlier, on the subway. You're injured. I needed someone to send you home."
"I forgot to tell you," she added after a pause, shrinking a little under his gaze.
