Of course, Xiao Mumu is not only good-looking, but also very skilled.
After more than three months of professional training, his personal skills, awareness, and team spirit have all made a qualitative leap, making him at least one level stronger than when Qin Sheng last met him.
Most importantly, they are highly adaptable.
Except for the first two games where he couldn't keep up with the pace, starting from the third game, he was able to understand Qin Sheng's intentions most of the time.
Whether it's advancing, controlling, or providing support, they can react quickly.
By 7 p.m., when training was almost over, he was already at a point where he could guess whether Qin Sheng was going to attack, turn around to farm, or provide support just by looking at her position.
Although Qin Sheng is better at fighting alone, it's quite nice to have someone who can coordinate with her movements.
After an afternoon and half an evening of training, Qin Sheng played very smoothly.
When Xiaomumu asked to add her as a game friend again, she accepted and also added her as a WeChat friend.
Xiao Mumu, also known as Muyang, was even more cheerful than her, and said with a smile, "Sister Shengsheng, would you like some milk tea? I ordered takeout, it should be here soon."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Mu Yang's phone rang. He answered it casually, said a couple of times, and then hung up.
Then he continued looking at Qin Sheng: "We've arrived! We left it with the security guard. Are you going home, Sheng Sheng? Shall we go out together?"
That's a good option.
Qin Sheng nodded and agreed.
The two then walked out one after the other.
Wan Feng had just finished packing his things when he looked up and saw this scene, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
To be honest, just from their backs, the two look to be about the same age, with a standard height difference, and they actually look quite harmonious.
Po Tian turned his head and saw Wan Feng staring thoughtfully at Qin Sheng and Mu Yang's backs.
Based on the tacit understanding built up over many years of working together, Potian almost immediately guessed what he was thinking.
She rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Don't even think about it. Didn't you see the ring on Qiong's right middle finger? She has a boyfriend, and they just got engaged last month."
Wan Feng was shocked: "She actually has a boyfriend?!"
Isn't that right?
Po Tian shrugged and said helplessly, "I thought so too, but it's absolutely true, she did date him."
Wan Feng sighed with regret.
Well.
Don't get me wrong, he has no other feelings for his father, Joan.
I just feel that this person is too unpredictable.
If she takes a liking to one of the handsome young men in their club, she might come back a few more times just for his good looks.
It's a pity that even the coldest beauty in the e-sports world has started dating.
I wonder what kind of man could possibly win over his father, Qiong...
As he pondered this, he looked up at the sky with a look of astonishment: "So, how did you know?"
Po Tian pointed at his phone and said with a sneer, "How else could I know? It was said by that young master of the Song family."
"Speaking of which, they still don't know that the Sister Sheng they're talking about is Qiong's father. They keep asking me where Qiong's father is. Do you think I should tell them?"
Wan Feng waved his hand: "If you want to say something, Father Qiong will say it himself."
Too.
Po Tian shrugged, then said with a hint of schadenfreude, "I'm a little curious about Song Zuzong's reaction when he finds out that Jones, whom he calls 'Dad' every day, is actually his classmate. It's funny to think about."
"Instead of wasting time thinking about all this nonsense, you should practice a few more games. If you drag Qiong down tomorrow, how will you explain yourself!"
"Alright, you can play by yourself. I still need to hand over the contestant list to the other side and cooperate with their publicity."
"Publicity? I really don't understand the world of rich people. Instead of being a perfectly good rich young master, they insist on causing trouble by organizing some commercial competition. They want to step on our TOP team to get ahead. They must be dreaming!"
"What are you muttering about? Isn't it good to be given a chance to make money?"
"It's good, but it's just a casual remark, you know..."
"..."
The two continued their conversation, but Qin Sheng had already reached the entrance of the Sky Club.
I spotted the man leaning against a pillar not far away at a glance.
She paused for a moment, then continued walking towards him: "Why did you come early?"
Fu Jingheng lowered his head and pressed it against hers, chuckling softly, "Didn't you come out early too?"
All right.
Qin Sheng pursed her lips and casually pushed the man's forehead away.
Fu Jingheng took Qin Sheng's hand in the process.
Long, slender fingers, like jade chopsticks, slipped through her fingers one by one, finally interlocking.
Qin Sheng glanced at it and pursed her lips: "Isn't it hot?"
Fu Jingheng raised an eyebrow: "You like it cold?"
Isn't that obvious?
Even in the middle of summer, the temperature is nearly 30 degrees Celsius, even at night, and the wind blowing is hot.
She can actually like hot things?
The thought had barely crossed her mind when she felt a cool sensation seep in from her, especially from the hand that Fu Jingheng was holding, which felt refreshingly cool.
Qin Sheng tilted her head to look at Fu Jingheng.
Just then, Fu Jingheng was also looking at her, his eyes smiling: "I have an Ice Spirit Vein within me."
So, it's quite simple if you like it cold.
Just a little bit of spiritual energy will do.
This works?
Qin Sheng remained silent, but did not refuse to hold hands again, and even moved a little closer to Fu Jingheng.
Hmm, it's icy cold, it feels pretty good.
As the two were talking, a clear, youthful voice rang out from behind them.
Mu Yang ran while shouting, "Sister Sheng Sheng!"
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