Chapter 52 Sweet Honey~ The screen has gone black, understanding is useless now...
The screen is already black, so understanding it won't help.
"Hey hey hey, whose voice is that?!"
"Who's shooting? OMG, it sounds pretty good."
"Jianjian is still performing consistently, hhhhhh."
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Ning Buyi maneuvered his character and charged into the main group with great momentum, only to slink out with low health. As for damage output, as long as you don't check the panel, he's the best in the Rift.
Zhu Yanhe glanced at the unbearable scene and said calmly, "Your technique is quite consistent."
“Hehe, I think so too.” Ning Buyi, still staring at the computer screen, managed to squeeze in a reply.
He added, "A stable dish."
Ning Buyi didn't have time to deal with him; he had already written it down in his revenge notebook. He was currently in a tense standoff, and the overall situation was no longer under his control. The screen suddenly went black again, and he punched Zhu Yanhe's flesh.
"It's all your fault, you've talked me to death."
When the countdown ended, he stared intently at the screen again, his face expressionless. The veteran about to go into battle had no smile on his face.
Zhu Yanhe chuckled softly: "Really? Then I hope you never die."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ning Buyi was ambushed by the opposing team. His screen, which had been lit up for a short while, went dark again, flickering like a broken light bulb.
The man leaned back in his leather chair with a half-smile, as if to say, "See for yourself, it's not my fault at all."
Even if you don't change your mind, you can't help but get angry. Pushing him in front of the pile of documents shows that he was definitely affected by Zhu Yanhe's words, which is unusual for his skills.
"Hey, stop staring at me, go get to work!"
Even without the blessing and spectator mode, he wasn't much better. He would slip and use his long-cooldown Flash when he went out, and his skills were used by sheer luck.
Zhu Yanhe didn't say anything, but silently opened a bag of potato chips for him and placed it beside him.
Ning Buyi stared intently at the little figure's movements, her breathing so light it was almost inaudible, as if she were taking an exam. If only games were as simple as exams!
"Uh, is Jianjian playing a game?"
"Just let him win. He's not happy about losing anyway."
"Hey buddy over there, help out, SOS! Nobody's worse at this game than that jerk."
...
Before Ning Buyi could rise to prominence, his teammates couldn't stand it anymore and started typing in the public chat.
Top laner: Bro, I'm begging you, why don't you just AFK and let the AI play?
Supporter: Me too... Let's vote!
The green bar in the upper right corner lit up, and someone silently clicked "reject." Ning Buyi pursed his lips, unwilling to surrender. He was clearly very capable, just not that capable.
Zhu Yanhe glanced at the perpetually dim screen: "Turn off the camera. I have a way to make you win."
As for the method, let's not worry about that for now.
Upon hearing this, Ning Buyi gave a soft "oh" and obediently turned off the camera. He didn't know what other way Zhu Yanhe could help him win, but Zhu Yanhe was really nice!
"What is that? What is that?!"
"I've taken over someone else's account, hahaha."
"What is it that we can't see, you cheeky little devil!"
...
Zhu Yanhe got up and walked behind him, casting a shadow on the computer desk. His strong chest rested on Ning Buyi's shoulder, and his palm enveloped Ning Buyi's hand holding the mouse, feeling a little cool.
Fingertips slipped into the gaps between the other hand resting on the keyboard, their ten fingers intertwined intimately.
The boy, who was being held captive, suddenly stopped. All he could hear was Zhu Yanhe's heartbeat, which was hitting his back. It felt warm, and he felt a little dizzy.
"Watch closely." Zhu Yanhe watched the countdown end calmly, skillfully guiding his hand to operate the keyboard and mouse. The situation had already dragged into the late game, and his teammates had worked hard. In the late game, their equipment was complete, making it easier for him to operate.
The voice was so close, he could even feel the tremor in Zhu Yanhe's voice. Ning Buyi turned his head to look at the man pressed against him. Xiao He must be just as charming as Zhu Yanhe!
Two hands were clasped together, and Ning Buyi's hands moved along with his. Zhu Yanhe's hand speed was not very fast, and his fingertips danced on the keyboard, occasionally getting entangled with Ning Buyi's fingers.
Her other hand was always on top of him, the warm palm transmitting heat to the person beneath her, and Ning Buyi's heartbeat, now more intense from the heat, resonated with his.
The final match point has been reached. The opposing team has a significant advantage in the Dragon Pit. Zhu Yanhe walks straight towards the Dragon Pit, and several more messages pop up on the public chat.
Support: Don't forget to feed the dragon pit, come back and defend the base!
Top laner: I won't surrender, it's pure torture, I cried.
Ning Buyi tried to pull his hand away from them, but Zhu Yan held it in place with both hands, and he couldn't get it out!
"Let me go!"
"How can you learn skills if you let go?" Zhu Yanhe chuckled softly, circling his earlobe and tickling his ear.
"Jianjian, what are you doing!"
"You audacious scoundrel, release my son!!!"
"Mom, although I don't want to think this way, I really do think this way..."
...
As the character stepped into the dragon pit, his movements quickened, and dazzling special effects bloomed. Ning Buyi didn't know whether to look at his hands or the screen first. Zhu Yanhe's hand speed was comparable to that of the tortoise and the hare.
After a series of seemingly difficult maneuvers, Zhu Yanhe's hand, which had been pressing the keyboard, moved to his fingertips. The boy's fingertips touched the skill keys, which were still warm, and Zhu Yanhe gently bit his earlobe.
"Watch closely."
Ning Buyi snapped out of his daze, "Huh?"
The next moment, an announcement rang out in the canyon: "Pinjian Nengyi has achieved a pentakill! Pinjian Nengyi has successfully stolen the Dragon King!"
He stared blankly at the screen. What? He got a pentakill?
Messages popped up one after another in the game's public chat, while the live stream chat outside the game was scrolling by at breakneck speed.
Top laner: ? Holy crap, awesome.
Support: ? ? ? Holy crap.
The other side couldn't resist opening the public chat.
Jungler: ? ? Playing dumb to fool others?
adc: Oh no, isn't that supposed to be terrible?
"??? The substitute player is awesome."
"One person single-handedly turned the whole game around!"
"If you have such a strong boosting service to enter the Rift, remember the principles I've explained."
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Ning Buyi's eyes remained fixed, still immersed in the atmosphere. He got a pentakill? He'd been playing this game for months, and let alone a pentakill, he'd proudly display even a triple kill on the public chat.
Based on this, it seems that Zhu Yanhe's gaming skills are indeed superior to his!
"You're amazing!" Ning Buyi's eyes blinked, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a feather brushing against his heart.
Zhu Yanhe appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was a little wicked, and if he wasn't shown something powerful, he wouldn't know whose arms to snuggle into.
"Could you teach me?" Ning Buyi shook his arm, his eyes filled with naive calculation. If he could learn such amazing skills, no one would question him anymore!
The man smiled and said, "No."
"Why! You stingy person!"
Ning Buyi decisively let go of his hand. Did he think he was so great? Actually, he was just so-so. He didn't really want to learn. He was really pretentious.
Ning Buyi pouted, about to throw a tantrum again, but Zhu Yanhe changed her mind and said, "Okay."
"Really?" He turned around and grasped the man's well-defined hand. He was actually quite capable, and it was truly admirable that he was willing to teach him!
Zhu Yanhe gently scratched his palm, pressing a smile to her lips: "It's fake."
Ning Buyi looked up in bewilderment. His ambiguous smile was imprinted in the boy's eyes. Good heavens! He's been provoking him all along!
"Are you kidding me!"
He pulled his hand back, took a couple of deep breaths, and carried the stool to a corner far away from Zhu Yanhe. He realized that Zhu Yanhe was really putting on an act! Really!
To believe in such a blessing again is to be a dog!
Zhu Yanhe coaxed, "I'll teach you."
"No, I don't want it!"
He wasn't going to fall for it. They'd just say they wouldn't teach him, wasting his time. Thinking of this, Ning Buyi picked up his notebook and climbed into the room. Zhu Yanhe got up to carry him in, but Ning Buyi treated him like something scary and climbed even faster.
Zhu Yanhe was out handling official business all afternoon, while Ning Buyi was live-streaming inside. He didn't reply to Zhu Yanhe's WeChat messages, but instead kept sending him emojis, which made Ning Buyi feel harassed.
The bedroom door opened and closed, and only one sentence escaped: "Zhu Yanhe, don't bother me!"
Zhu Yanhe responded to him with her chin resting on her hand and her eyes squinted, but her hands didn't stop sending messages.
I'm delighted to have received a red exclamation mark.
Zhu Yanhe curled his lips into a smile. He had plenty of strength and means. He then switched to Xiao He's number and sent a message to Ning Buyi.
Xiaohe: What's wrong?
Ning Buyi was on the matchmaking screen when his phone rang again. His eyebrows furrowed. Hadn't he blocked her? Why was there still a message?
He picked it up and glanced at it, almost dropping it. After so long, Xiao He had finally messaged him. Ning Buyi quickly canceled the match and replied with trembling hands, afraid that if he was too late, the other party wouldn't reply.
Ning Buyi: It's okay, sister.
Xiaohe: Why did you lock yourself in your room?
Less than two minutes after Zhu Yanhe sent out the message, the bedroom door was flung open with a bang and slammed against the wall. The person who entered was aggressive and knelt on the ground, asking why his legs and hands couldn't heal at the same time!
Ning Buyi questioned him: "Why did you tattle on me!"
Zhu Yanhe smiled slightly, waving his phone: "This is an objective fact."
He casually tossed his phone aside, stood up, and strode into the room. His shiny black leather shoes clicked on the floor as he crouched down, slipped his arms under the boy's arms, and scooped him up in his arms. He softened his voice and coaxed, "Didn't someone always say they were the best and needed me to teach them?"
Ning Buyi remained obedient and did not struggle, fearing that he would turn around and complain to Xiao He again, and that the complaining devil Zhu Yanhe would be in trouble!
He turned his head and muttered, "Tch, stingy."
Zhu Yanhe suppressed a laugh, then mischievously jerked her around, startling the hand holding her neck tighten: "Don't teach me anymore?"
"Of course I want to!" Ning Buyi glared fiercely at the person who had been sneaking around and causing trouble, and then, not satisfied with that, he bit the person's neck.
He's already complained, wouldn't it be a loss if we didn't take it?
Zhu Yanhe tilted her head to the other side, letting him bite out two or three teeth marks.
It doesn't matter if you appease them.
In the sunlit room, several potted plants swayed gently through a small crack in the window. The blankets on the bed were rolled up and carelessly tossed about. A pair of white sneakers sat on the side of the bed, one to the east and one to the west. Their owner sat cross-legged on the bed, with a laptop on the table in front of him.
"Can I learn this?" Ning Buyi frowned as he looked at the large hands folded over his own. What kind of method was this? Could he possibly learn it?
Zhu Yanhe didn't reply to him. Instead, she pressed her face against the boy's and controlled his hand to operate the character: "Retreat first, then use skills, stack the second skill with the first skill, and then stack the ultimate skill."
The heat from the steam made his ear tips itch slightly, and Ning Buyi stared at the screen, nodding as if he understood: "I want to try it myself!"
Zhu Yanhe remained noncommittal, resting her chin on his shoulder, saying, "I'm tired of teaching, let's rest."
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