Entering the network management office, Xia Xin noticed another person besides Wang Xue.
Wang Xue was a thin man with a shrewd look. He was chatting with a classmate. Seeing Xia Xin approach, he stood up and said with a friendly smile, "Xia Xin, you're here. Come on, have some sunflower seeds. This is my classmate. No need to be so formal."
Xia Xin smiled and declined, saying, "Brother Wang, I've already placed that order that looks like a million years."
Wang Xue's face lit up immediately. "You're amazing! So fast! You've reached King in just two weeks. That's the strongest and most challenging Division 1. I remember you have school during the day."
Xia Xin smiled. "Yes." I play tonight, it's okay. I'm pretty lucky and have a lot of winning streaks."
"You're just being modest. With your skills, I feel like your AD can easily get into the top 50, if not the top 30," Wang Xue said, patting Xia Xin on the shoulder. "Okay, I'll give you the money. The total fee is 2,500. I'll take the order, give you 2,000, and keep 500. No problem."
"Of course. Without Brother Wang, I wouldn't be able to get orders like this."
Wang Xue said, pulling 2,000 from the drawer and handing it to Xia Xin.
"Brother Wang, don't you want to inspect the goods and check the rank?"
"No, we've worked together so many times, how could I not trust you?"
"Thank you, Brother Wang."
Xia Xin took the money, carefully placed it in his inside pocket, and zipped it up.
Wang Xue said, "Well, the college entrance exam is in a month or so. With your family's situation, you can't go to college. After the exam, you'll have more time to work on deals. Do you want to come work for me? I have a lot of clients."
Xia Xin gave a bitter smile. "I'll think about it. After college... we'll talk."
"Okay, if you want to come, let me know. You can use any of the internet cafe's computers. They're definitely better than that old computer at home, and they have big screens, are easy to use, and will make it easier to rank up."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Wang. I'll be leaving now."
Hearing Xia Xin coming out, Shu Yuewu covered her mouth and dodged, exiting through the emergency exit and hiding at the back door of the internet cafe.
Shu Yuewu's eyes widened in disbelief.
Oh my goodness.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, top of the league, champion, top 30, what does that even mean? I didn't hear that right.
Lu Ming's Diamond 5 AD carry has already crushed several of the class. If he wants to reach the top 30 in Honor, wouldn't that mean he'll have to put the Diamond 5s in a tough spot?
That Xiaoxuan, her brother went from Honor to Master and keeps bragging to me. A Transcendent Master? How can he even compare to the top 30 Honors?
Shu Yuewu clenched her fists in anger again. "Okay, you're Honor, and I asked you to help me fight, but you ignored me. I'm about to be bullied to death by Chen Yao."
Humph.
Now that I've discovered your little secret, I wonder where you'll run this time.
Just as Shu Yuewu was about to leave, she passed by the network management office and heard someone inside say, "Brother Wang, you're great! Where did you find such a capable guy? You must have made a lot of money."
"Haha, an idiot, no brains..."
"..."
After hearing the rest of the story, Shu Yuewu covered her mouth in even greater surprise. So, he had this trick up his sleeve.
Got it. Hehe, if I tell him this, how will he thank me?
Of course, first, a plan came to mind, and he pulled out his phone...
Xia Xin walked back to the VIP area and found the match still going strong, with constant shouting. It seemed... someone was missing. Oh, Shu Yuewu was gone. She must have gone to the restroom.
Xia Xin also watched quietly from behind.
After a while, the head count had reached 20 to 35. Loss was almost certain.
Suddenly, a scream rang out, "Dad, why are you here?"
Zhang Qian's father grabbed his ear and said, "You little brat! I told you not to come home after school, and now you're hiding here! You know, the college entrance exams are almost here, you little brat!"
"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop twisting your ear! Stop twisting your ear!"
"You're wrong! Is that all you need to know? I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son! You're still here in the internet cafe."
The following events were so horrific that they broke anyone's heart and moved anyone who saw them to tears. In short, Zhang Qian was practically in tears as his father dragged him off the floor.
After a moment of silence, everyone heard Fatty Mao scream, "Fuck! Class 2 is so despicable! Our AD got dragged back by his father, and you didn't even pause and pushed our high ground."
"What? Your AD got dragged back, and you blame us? We're his father?"
"Then why don't you wait, you despicable villains?"
"We're already 15 kills ahead. We'll keep pushing whether he drops or not. Stop making excuses."
"What? You're not convinced?"
"You want a fight?"
Seeing the situation between the two classes about to erupt, Shu Yuewu intervened.
"Stop arguing, it's embarrassing. We can just play another game."
Chen Yao also stepped forward and said, "Why? You said we'd play another game? We have such a huge advantage?"
Shu Yuewu said, "What advantage? Our late-game lineup was just about to hit its stride. Our peak performance is 30 minutes from now. We lost one player, so even if you win, it's unfair."
"You blame us for losing someone? You said we'd play another game? I said we'd continue."
"What? You're afraid? Afraid of losing?"
"You're the one afraid of losing. Class 1 is a bunch of sh*t. A few more games will be the same. Why should we waste time?"
Chen Yao said, waving her hand. "Lu Ming, let's go. Ignore Class 1, who are afraid to admit their defeat. And you, Shu Yuewu, don't bother Lu Ming anymore. He's my boyfriend. He won't play League of Legends with you. Give up."
Shu Yuewu smiled slightly. He laughed, staring at Chen Yao and saying, "You're losing, but you don't dare admit it. You're killing me! Do you dare to bet with me? Let's play for money this time."
Chen Yao was stunned, but she remained unyielding. "Haha, you're killing me. If you want to give me money, I'll play along. How much do you want to bet?"
Shu Yuewu glanced at Xia Xin stealthily and said to Mao Pang and the others, "Let's bet 3,000. I'll donate half a month's allowance. At worst, I won't buy any clothes. If you lose, I'll pay. If you win, each of the six of us will get 500."
Chen Yao chuckled. "If you want to give me money, I'll take it. Okay, 3,000 is 3,000. If you lose, I'll pay. If you win, each of the six of us will get 500. And one more thing, if I win, you're not allowed to talk to Lu Ming anymore."
Lu Ming glanced greedily at Shu Yuewu and opened his mouth to address Chen Yao, but a glare from Chen Yao stopped him in his tracks. He was clearly a henpecked husband.
Although they were both class beauties, Shu Yuewu was slightly superior in terms of figure, looks, and sex appeal. No wonder Lu Ming felt a little reluctant to let her go. Shu Yuewu was pretty, but she'd dumped many boyfriends, none of whom lasted more than a month. This put him in a dilemma: could he truly win her over with his charm?
Xia Xin was a bit surprised.
He'd heard Shu Yuewu was a true white, rich, and beautiful beauty, with a factory-owning family and considerable wealth. He hadn't expected her to be so wealthy, earning 3,000 yuan in pocket money every two weeks. He'd worked tirelessly, pulling all-nighters, and finally reached King of Glory, earning 2,000 yuan.
He had to save some of the 2,000 yuan for his younger sister's tuition, rent, utilities, groceries, and daily expenses.
The deal was settled.
Shu Yuewu crossed her arms, looked at Fatty Mao, and said, "Fat Mao, don't let me down this time. I've bet money. A win gets 500. If you lose, you'll handle it yourselves. How can Class 1 hold our heads up in front of Class 2 again?"
"Yes, I'll be extra careful this time," Fatty Mao promised, patting his chest.
In reality, he was feeling a little insecure. After two games, he'd realized how aggressive Lu Ming's AD was. He'd consistently pushed Zhang Qian under the tower, leaving him unable to recover his minions.
But with such a beautiful woman before him, how could he afford to back down? A man shouldn't say no to a beautiful woman.
Class 2, on the other side, was similarly motivated, but the situation was much easier.
Winning was a certainty.
Class 1 had two Silvers, two Golds, and one Platinum V. But the Platinum was a support. Class 2's Chen Yao's boyfriend, Lu Ming, was Diamond V, the squad leader, Liu He, was Platinum IV, and there were two Golds and one Silver.
There was no reason to lose, and they were already discussing where to go for dinner tonight.
Mid laner Chen Cong asked, "Hey, Fatty Mao, even if we have to fight, what about the AD carry? Zhang Qian's been dragged away by his father, and we're short on numbers."
"With so many people in our class, are you worried about not having an AD carry?"
Fatty Mao looked at the people behind him, "Who among you plays AD carry? Step forward. I'll support you, and you'll be awesome."
Several students looked at each other, no one spoke.
Even if someone played AD carry, even if they wanted 500 yuan, look at the Diamond AD carry on the other side, and see how Zhang Qian was just pushed under the tower, not even daring to farm. Anyone who dared to step up would be blamed if they lost, and they'd probably be embarrassed in front of the whole class.
For a moment, everyone was eerily quiet. No one uttered a word.
This naturally caught the attention of Class 2, and the squad leader, Liu He, chuckled, "Haha, look at them! They can't find anyone to play AD carry. Lu Ming, I told you to be less aggressive. No one dared to fight you."
Lu Ming smiled, "My bad, my bad. I'll try to be more restrained this time and let them take some of the tower minions."
More laughter erupted.
"Haha, no one's fighting! So, we've won without a fight, right? We can have roasted lamb legs tonight."
Class 1, however, dared not speak out. After all, the opponent's strength was obvious. Zhang Qian, the "strongest" AD carry, had already been taken away by his father.
Just then, a quiet, yet not soft, voice rang out.
"Um, I'm the AD carry."
This statement captured everyone's attention. Everyone wanted to see who, knowing the opponent was Diamond, was still so fearless as to dare to face down and die.
Fatty Mao had been quite excited when he heard someone was playing AD carry, but when he saw it was Xia Xin, he immediately wilted. "Xia Xin, it's you, you're here too? You... forget it, you're in Bronze 5, you should just go back and practice."
Class 2 laughed at this.
Liu He laughed and said, "Haha, Lu Ming, did you hear that? A Bronze 5 player is going to play AD carry? How contemptuous of you they are."
Lu Ming said, "If he dares to come, I'll take him. If I don't kill him ten times, I'll take his last name."
"Haha."
The faces of the Class 1 members immediately turned even uglier.
Xia Xin still wanted to push for 500 yuan per round—goodness, enough for him to play for days. But Fatty Mao simply looked down on him, and he was helpless.
Just then, Shu Yuewu interjected, "Alright, let Xia Xin go. No one's playing anyway."
With that, she leaned in close to Xia Xin with a stern look on her face, so close that their noses were almost touching.
Suddenly, a fragrant aroma filled his nose.
Xia Xin tried to back away, but Shu Yuewu's two small hands held him back.
Shu Yuewu said with feigned sternness, "Xia Xin, I believe in you. If you let me lose, hmm, hmm, I'll make you cry rhythmically."
Xia Xin shyly turned his eyes away, not daring to meet Shu Yuewu's charming eyes. "I... I'll try my best."
... They were so close that Shu Yuewu's breath sprayed on his face as she spoke.
Even then, Zhang Qian got into his father's car and asked tearfully, "Dad, how did you know I was in this internet cafe? We chose one far away."
"A kind female classmate called home and told me. If it weren't for her, I really wouldn't have known. You little bastard, just wait and see."
"...Which female classmate?"
"I don't know her. She has a nice voice."