Chapter 304 How many cold showers did you take that night, Master Shang!

How many people are you planning to bring to the WKL World League?

Fearing he might have misheard, Shang Shiyan patiently asked again.

The entire class?

"Sixty." Pei Jinwu lifted her eyelashes and answered slowly, "Didn't you just say it was okay?"

"Um."

Shang Shiyan couldn't help but chuckle, gently flicking the little girl's nose with his fingertip, his voice tender and indulgent: "I'll make the arrangements."

"OK."

Pei Jinwu raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile spreading across her fair and beautiful face: "Thanks."

"Thanks so simply?"

Shang Shiyan twitched the corners of his lips, his palm stroking her hair, his low, husky voice carrying a seductive undertone.

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Jinwu stopped what she was doing, slowly turned her head, placed her fingertips on the man's chest, narrowed her clear, watery eyes, and slightly curled her lips as she said, "I thank you so much, do you dare to accept?"

"Um?"

Shang Shiyan grasped her restless hand, his deep eyes filled with tenderness, so intense it almost seemed to draw her in.

"How many cold showers did you take that night, Mr. Shang?"

Pei Jinwu did not back down at all. The smile in her eyes grew deeper and deeper, and her crimson lips curved into a slight arc as she deliberately whispered in his ear.

"..."

Shang Shiyan's body stiffened abruptly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, and all his chaotic thoughts vanished.

"..."

Shang Shiyan released the little girl, his handsome face darkening, and strode out: "Wang Ma, call Feng Zhi over here."

"OK."

Wang Ma, carrying fruit, moved closer to Pei Jinwu and asked cautiously, "Miss Pei, what happened? Mr. Shang doesn't look well."

"Um."

Pei Jinwu ate the fruit contentedly, raising an eyebrow as she said, "His complexion probably won't improve in the future."

"ah?"

Wang Ma looked at Pei Jinwu, completely bewildered.

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Sixty?

Upon hearing Shang Shiyan's instructions, Feng Zhi almost dropped his phone, his attitude respectful: "Master, all the tickets for the WKL eSports League are sold out, only VIP first-row seats are left. Adding a few more is not a problem, but sixty is a bit difficult."

"Lock up all locations."

Shang Shiyan spoke, his tone forceful and direct, exuding an unspeakable sense of oppression: "Wuwu is taking her classmates out to play, so you should make the arrangements in advance."

"Miss Pei's classmate?" Feng Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then replied respectfully, "Yes, Master, I will take care of it immediately."

After the conversation ends.

Feng Zhi immediately dialed the phone number of an employee of Infinite Media.

"Tomorrow, the VIP seats are in the first row. Everyone coming here is a distinguished guest of Master Shang, so please be careful in serving them."

"Distinguished guest?"

The executive producer immediately became extremely alert and raised his voice, saying, "Assistant Feng, don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Assistant Feng is a close associate of Master Shang, and the fact that he personally came to greet them shows how important the guest is.

If this goes wrong, I'll lose my job!

Thinking about it.

The executive producer immediately convened an emergency meeting and instructed his staff to take good care of the "VIPs" in the first row.

The seats were replaced with massage chairs, and all the food and drinks were upgraded to high-end items.

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night.

When Shang Shiyan came out after taking a shower, Pei Jinwu was leaning against the headboard watching videos of the Undying Team's games from the previous season.

Although they won, their towers were pushed down several times along the way, making the victory very difficult.

The specific issues with the team will depend on the situation on-site.

Who is your favorite member of the Immortal Squad?

Shang Shiyan lifted the blanket, and Pei Jinwu immediately put down her phone and skillfully snuggled into his arms.

He's the boss of the Immortals, so getting a photo or autograph for his girlfriend isn't difficult for him.

As long as it makes the little girl happy.

"Demon."

Pei Jinwu pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, and felt completely calm.

"Denon?"

Shang Shiyan's smile stiffened slightly, and his expression became serious.

Everyone else is easy to deal with, except for Demon.

Demon left the "Undead Legion" club two years ago and has not been heard from since.

He also became an investor in the "Immortals" around that time.

"Do you like it very much?" Shang Shiyan stroked the girl's hair and asked softly.

"ah."

Pei Jinwu yawned and replied vaguely, "It's alright."

"..."

Looking at the little girl who had fallen asleep in his arms, and recalling her "disappointed" answer just now, Shang Shiyan's thick eyebrows slowly furrowed.

It's obvious.

Wuwu really likes Demon.

If Demon could be brought back to the scene, this girl would be even happier.

Thinking about it.

Shang Shiyan sent a message to Fengxing: "Check on Demon's whereabouts. As long as he can make a comeback, money is not a problem."

Windranger quickly replied: "Master, are you trying to invite Demon to return for the sake of the Undead Team?"

Shang Shiyan: "For Wuwu's happiness"

Feng Xing: "Yes, I will begin the investigation immediately."

After putting down the phone.

Shang Shiyan couldn't help but lean down and gently kiss Pei Jinwu's forehead.

He was going to keep this a secret and give the girl a surprise once he found her.

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Friday.

After the lecture ended, the students were still discussing the WKL esports league.

Everyone guessed that the Immortals were in great danger this time, and they all wanted to go to the scene to see for themselves.

Unfortunately, there were no tickets available.

Meng Feihe and Shen Yunrou from the animation class next door did have some, and they even created a group chat to do a live broadcast, which added quite a few people to the group.

Computer science students were the only exception.

However, Meng Feihe, that coward, still holds a grudge after being taught a lesson by Pei Shen.

They are petty and narrow-minded.

"Forget it, let's wait for the rebroadcast." Several male classmates shrugged dejectedly, unable to find the video.

"Browsing Weibo on weekends allows me to stay informed about the situation."

"I'll cheer for the Immortals in my heart."

"That's right, the Immortals will never lose. I'm still waiting for them to beat those foul-mouthed Koreans to a pulp."

He keeps nagging that Chinese esports can't do without Demon, and that the members of the Undying Team are like babies who can't be weaned.

They're still on public platforms, claiming that many things and festivals in China originated from their country.

How can anyone tolerate this?

I can't stand even a little bit!

Hopefully, the Immortals will show some spirit!

Are you both free tomorrow?

As everyone prepared to leave, Pei Jinwu, having packed her schoolbag, slowly stood up and spoke calmly.

"???"

The restless students stopped and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Meet at the entrance of the WKL eSports League tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM." Pei Jinwu moved his lips, his voice flat and emotionless. "I'll take you inside. The seats are great, probably the VIP first row."

VIP seats near the front are being resold by scalpers for tens of thousands of yuan each.

And it's not just hearsay.

The first row seats are superb; are they all reserved for VIPs?

Not only did Pei Shen find a seat, but he also found the VIP first row?

Is it true or false?

That sounds so outrageous!

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