With her hands behind her back, Qiao Lian lay on the king-sized bed in the guest room .
The room was a little musty from the lack of use, as no one stayed in it .
She stared at the ceiling, thinking that perhaps this time around she had made a big fuss over nothing . She was being stubborn .
But the fact was that she was angry .
And there was no outlet for the grievances that were building up inside of her .
She took in a deep breath, but her chest still felt tight and choked up from the anger . She picked up her cell phone and browsed around Weibo . But nothing was getting through to her . Then she logged out and played a Lot match .
Zombie Leader and the team were training every day . She could see their battle progress on the cell phone .
Qiao Lian clicked on the match spectator mode and started to watch a competition .
To her dismay, she found that not even her favourite eSports game could hold her attention at this moment .
Qiao Lian bit her lip and sighed deeply .
Just as she was about to turn off her cell phone to get some silence, she suddenly saw that an invitation for a one-on-one match had come in . The invitation was from none other than the same person she had almost competed against last time: Shen Liangchuan
Qiao Lian was stunned for a moment before she rejected the invitation .
However, within seconds, Shen Liangchuan sent another invitation .
Qiao Lian paused .
Once more, she rejected the invitation . At this point, she noticed someone from her friends list on the game had sent her a private message .
Qiao Lian clicked to open the message . Indeed, it was from Shen Liangchuan .
[Liangchuan: Would you dare to play a match?]
Another short pause .
Did he think she was three years old? He was prodding her with a challenge .
Immediately she pounded away on her cell phone in reply:
[Fine, you’re on!]
Who’s afraid?
Although her hands still suffered the effects of an injury from the past, mobile games were much easier to navigate and control than computer games .
Another private message from Shen Liangchuan came:
[If I win, you come back to the master bedroom . ]
What!!
Without waiting for her reply, Shen Liangchuan sent yet another invitation .
Qiao Lian’s hand trembled as she pressed on the ‘Accept’ button . The confrontation began!
Qiao Lian hesitated for a moment .
She had not replied to his last message .
What did he mean by her having to return to the master bedroom if he won the match?
That was too much .
Did this guy even know how to delight a girl?!
Still feeling very much frustrated and choked with anger, Qiao Lian focused all her energy on her cell phone .
To defeat Shen Liangchuan, she chose the champion she was most familiar with: Xiao Qiao, a shaman . She had a strong attack, though lacking hp .
While Shen Liangchuan… chose a tank champion .
In general tanks had plenty of hp, but were weak in attack .
A smile immediately appeared on Qiao Lian’s face . Was this guy stupid or something selecting a tank? Moreover, to fight against a shaman?
The game started . Because there was only a single street, Qiao Lian charged ahead gleefully .
When she saw Shen Liangchuan, she immediately cast a stun spell and then… She started to hit him, one slash after another with the sword .
Seeing his life points depleted bit by bit gave her immense satisfaction!
It was as though she was hitting him in real life .
Finally, her pent-up anger found an outlet .
When the stun spell ended and the tank was about to move, Qiao Lian threw yet another stun spell and continued hitting the tank mercilessly .
When the tank could finally move, it was almost out of hp . He activated the displacement skill and escaped .
Qiao Lian had won the first confrontation .
Elated, she charged ahead and continued hitting the tank .
The tank returned with a full refuel of hp .
She threw a stun spell and continued to slash his champion .
Obviously, she could kill her opponent with her ultimate attack, but she did not . Slashing the tank like she was doing made her feel good!
When the tank was running low on hp, it ran away again .
This repeated a few times since Qiao Lian did not kill her opponent . As she lashed out at the tank over and over again, she felt better and better .
Meanwhile in the master bedroom, Shen Liangchuan held the cell phone in his hands, staring at the champion hitting him with all her might .
For a long time, this champion had been seared into his memory .