Chapter 7 Fever

Just when she thought she was going to die, a male voice suddenly came through her earphones.

"Sister Zhiwei, don't panic, I'm here."

Almost before he finished speaking, a golden figure shot out from the side.

The second skill allows for a dash, and the ultimate skill instantly controls the enemy.

With a few fluid and skillful maneuvers, the opposing jungler was instantly killed before he could even react.

After regaining her composure, Song Zhiwei quickly turned on her microphone and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Huaizhi."

As she watched the countdown to resurrection on the screen reach zero, a wave of fear washed over her.

Mo Huaizhi and Zhou Yuze have been good brothers for many years.

I've met her a few times at gatherings before, so we're fairly familiar with each other.

Whenever friends get together, Mo Huaizhi would always smile and offer her a drink, or help her pull her chair closer to the table.

He speaks humorously, but never oversteps the mark, and always appears reliable and approachable.

I recognized it immediately upon hearing the voice.

In the past, she called Zhou Yuze "brother," and her friends would tease her, telling her to call them "brother" too, saying that calling them "uncle" sounded too old-fashioned and didn't sound good.

A group of people sat around a hot pot table, clinking glasses, when someone deliberately teased her.

"Little Zhiwei, we're all your brothers. If you ever need anything, just come to us!"

She blushed and smiled with her head down, whispering "Brother Huaizhi," which drew a burst of laughter and applause.

Over time, she got used to being called that.

Mo Huaizhi burst out laughing.

"It's nothing, don't mention it."

While clearing minions, he casually asked, "The enemy jungler started with red buff and should be rotating to mid soon. Watch your position."

Song Zhiwei nodded obediently.

Even though he knew she couldn't see him: "Mmm, I'm leaning back."

The game continued, and every time Song Zhiwei was captured, Mo Huaizhi always managed to appear in time to save her.

The second time was when the enemy mid and jungle coordinated. She had just finished clearing the lane and was about to recall when two people suddenly appeared from the bushes.

Before she could even use Purify, Mo Huaizhi's ultimate skill had already smashed at the enemy's feet.

The third time was when he flanked from the side lanes, even abandoning the Tyrant he was fighting and heading straight to the middle lane to provide support.

After one round, she said "Thank you, Brother Huaizhi" six times.

But Mo Huaizhi always responded with a smile: "You're welcome. Protecting my sister is my duty as her brother."

The moment the system popped up the victory screen after we finally won the game.

Lighthearted laughter filled the team's voice chat.

Qiao Yiqing said happily, "This game went really smoothly!"

Zhou Yuze smiled and said, "Let's continue next time."

But just then...

"I'm the one who saved him, why are you only thanking others? Am I not qualified to be your brother?"

Song Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, and her face turned hot.

That sound...

It's not Mo Huaizhi.

Her fingers froze on the keyboard, her heart pounded, and her ears turned bright red.

Wasn't it Mo Huaizhi who saved her?

She clearly heard his voice.

Having witnessed his actions, those rescues felt as if he had personally come to the rescue.

But if...

If it weren't for him...

So, was all my repeated "thank you, Brother Huaizhi" a misunderstanding?

The person who truly saved her remained silent.

"Haha, Zhiwei, it was Tingzhou who saved you every time just now. He's the jungler, and I'm the top laner."

Mo Huaizhi laughed out loud on the other end of the phone.

Song Zhiwei was stunned, and her hand holding the phone stiffened slightly.

She licked her dry lips.

I remembered the face I saw yesterday.

The man stood at the entrance of the e-sports arena, wearing a black jacket and with distinct features.

She said softly, "Thank you, Brother Tingzhou."

"fine."

The other person's voice was deep and pleasant.

The sound coming from the headphones had a slight static noise.

Song Zhiwei's heart raced, and she hurriedly lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twirling the earphone cord.

She had always been a little afraid of Sheng Tingzhou.

He comes from a wealthy and prominent family.

The father was a business tycoon, and the mother came from a scholarly family.

He himself is a top student at Peking University's law school.

She has a sharp tongue and never holds back when she speaks, hitting the nail on the head with every sentence.

I had only met Zhou Yuze twice before, when I attended parties with him.

Each time, it felt like a silent, agonizing death.

The first time was when she was admitted to law school; she wore a light blue dress that day.

Zhou Yuze's group of friends all congratulated her.

They praised her for being outstanding and promising, saying she would definitely become a legal elite in the future.

Sheng Tingzhou simply said, "If you have a lawsuit, remember to contact me."

Song Zhiwei was completely confused. She paused, her brow furrowing slightly, and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Sheng Tingzhou said, "I just came to see you make a fool of yourself."

Song Zhiwei has always been overlooked since she was a child.

She would avoid hearing such words.

From then on, she would avoid Sheng Tingzhou whenever she saw him.

I kept my distance from him, afraid to get even half a step closer.

Later, at Mrs. Zhou's birthday banquet.

She suddenly saw Sheng Tingzhou standing in the hall, tall and straight, with a cold expression.

She instinctively stepped back, and in her panic, she even bumped into the vase behind her.

In the end, she hid behind Zhou Yuze.

Sheng Tingzhou saw it and sneered.

"Yu Ce, when did you get this little tagalong? Like a rat that can't be seen in the light."

"How about I take a small shovel and dig a hole for her to crawl into? So she won't be in the way here."

Song Zhiwei's face flushed red instantly.

My ears were burning hot, and even breathing became difficult.

My heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

She had never met such a mean person.

After that, she would cancel any gatherings she knew Sheng Tingzhou would be at, and wouldn't reply to a single message.

It wasn't out of spite, but rather a form of self-protection.

"Want to play games again? Want to come back?"

Mo Huai asked excitedly.

"I'm not playing anymore."

Upon hearing that the other party was Sheng Tingzhou, Song Zhiwei immediately lost interest.

"Huh? Why did you stop playing?"

Mo Huaizhi was somewhat disappointed, his tone full of confusion.

Zhou Yuze sensed that something was wrong and quickly coughed lightly.

He immediately stepped in to help her out: "Zhiwei just returned to the country and is having trouble adjusting to the new environment. She caught a cold and needs to rest. She's been adjusting these past few days and will probably need to recuperate for a while."

Mo Huaizhi quickly said, "Then get some sleep. Your health is the most important thing. Don't push yourself. Let's reschedule for another day. There's no rush."

Song Zhiwei quietly left the room.

Qiao Yiqing stood up and said with a smile, "Little niece, take good care of yourself. Your uncle and I won't bother you any longer."

"Um."

She forced a smile, managing to tug at the corners of her mouth.

The moment the door closed.

She finally relaxed, as if she had deflated.

My body felt completely drained of strength.

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Thinking about the email I had sent, I felt a pang of regret.

She shouldn't have come back, really.

This thought kept swirling in my mind.

Her phone vibrated twice. She stretched a hand out from under the covers and answered the phone shakily: "Hello."

"I heard you had a fever? Mom just attended a charity gala and didn't see the news. I only found out now. Is it a high fever?"

Xie Lingling's voice came through the receiver.

"It's nothing, just a common cold."

She spoke while lying down, her voice slightly nasal and soft.

Xie Lingling became even more anxious: "You've always been weak since you were little, and you get sick as soon as you catch a cold. How can I be at ease if you come back alone now? I'm coming back to be with you right now. The driver is already on his way and will be there in forty minutes at most."