Translator: virtual group, EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: virtual group, EndlessFantasy Translation
Fu Zhi’s shadow was cut into numerous pieces by the dazzling chandelier that hung down from the ceiling. She rested her legs on the corner of the table, looking pleased.
Well, if only she could ignore the stream of profanities in her earphone.
Fu Zhi lowered her head to check on her teammates’ performance. It had only been three minutes since the game had started, yet one of her teammates had been killed five times and the other one had been killed six times. Neither of them had gotten a score yet.
She turned on her microphone and said indifferently, “Alright, enough. Stop playing the game with your feet. Start using your hands.”
Her teammates were left speechless. They were so exasperated that they nearly smashed their computers.
The netizens that were watching the live-stream started laughing like crazy.
[Ha ha ha ha! Rise and shine! Grumpy Fu is back!]
[This girl is so f*cking cool!]
Fu Zhi frowned. ‘Let me see why this bunch of newbies is being so noisy.’
[Grumpy, I think you really should consider compiling all your phrases into a book and publishing it!]
In the room, the young girl kept her head low. She had a slender body, but there was no expression on her face and her fingers were moving nimbly across the controller. Her dress was long enough to cover her knees but it left her calves bare to the air. The messy hair on her temples did not diminish her beauty. Instead, it made her even more aesthetically pleasing.
Li Nanli glanced at her hands.
At the same time, she defeated her opponent with an ultimate move, and a golden word that signified the victory of her team appeared on the monitor screen.
Just as she was about to start another game, she heard something. She turned her head around and saw her nephew standing behind her with a faint grin on his face.
Before she could say anything, he said, “What are you doing, little girl? Didn’t you come here to check on my physical condition?”
As he was talking, he pointed at her computer.
Luckily, she had not turned her microphone on. Fu Zhi looked back at Li Nanli with her jaw locked tight. Just as she was about to say something, her phone rang.
She grabbed her phone and realized that it was Old Master Li.
She answered the call, and Old Master Li’s voice came pouring out. “Zhizhi, have you checked on Brother Nanli yet? How is he? Did he rest well? What’s he doing right now?”
Fu Zhi tightened her fingers around the phone, turned her body sideways, and looked at Li Nanli.
Li Nanli was looking at her as well, and their gazes met in the air.
“Brother Nanli?” Her eyelashes fluttered, and Li Nanli felt as if something was clutching at his heart.
His breath became heavy, and a word rolled off his tongue before he could even realize it. “You—”
“Brother Nanli is doing fine,” Fu Zhi replied. “He’s watching a female live-streamer playing a game.”