Chapter 640

Chapter 640

"Stop with the polite talk. If it weren't for you giving me acupuncture

treatment, I might have had to undergo brain surgery,” said the old Mr.

Bennett. "This is called helping each other out.”

"Anyway, thank you," Sylvia smiled.

Just then, Jonathan rushed to the door and stopped, his hair and head

covered in fine white snowflakes.

"This snow is too much. I went to the supermarket to buy some daily

necessities and got soaked in snow," he said as he stomped his feet at

the entrance of the ward before shaking his head vigorously to get rid

of any remaining snowflakes on his hair.

He carried a shopping bag filled with miscellaneous small items along

with a bowl of oden.

"Grandpa, this is for you. No spicy peppers added."

"How can it be delicious without spicy peppers?" The old Mr. Bennett

suddenly became unhappy.

“You're still sick now. You can't eat anything stimulating.” Jonathan was

strict. "If you don't want it, I'll give it to my boss instead."

“If you let Sibbie eat it instead of me, then you'll have to buy another

one with spicy peppers for me."

“I won't fight over food with you; go ahead and eat,” Sylvia couldn't help

but smile while watching these two mischievous grandfather-grandson

duo play around like kids.

Jonathan handed over oden to his grandfather before turning towards

Sylvia. "Boss, will you come watch my game in a few days?"

Sylvia lazily glanced at him. "Not interested.”

"Boss, please show some face!" Jonathan was somewhat frustrated as

he pulled out a stack of tickets from his pocket. “I brought all these

tickets here; surely they can't go unused?"

"You can leave them here. But whether or not I watch your game

remains uncertain." Sylvia took those tickets from him and put them

into her pocket while saying, "I heard that your opponents are very

strong this year, so take care when training so that you won't lose face

by underperforming.”

"When did I ever underperform? I am undoubtedly an excellent ADC!"

Jonathan immediately became unhappy as indignation appeared on his

face.

"All right! Stop boasting about yourself here," Sylvia interrupted him

while speaking to the old Mr. Bennett. “I'm going back now; take good

care of yourself. I'l come see how things are another day."

The old Mr. Bennett was enjoying eating oden too much by now. “Since

there's heavy snow outside anyway, why don't wait until after its

stopped?"

Sylvia smiled, "Walking in snow has its own charm."

With that said, she left the hospital room with Jonathan following her

out to the elevator doors. "I gave you tickets for both group matches

and finals - make sure you come!" he urged.

"If your team makes it into finals, then I'll go there; otherwise why

bother going for group matches?" Sylvia replied coldly as if she were

talking about falling snow outside.

"Fine! We'll definitely make it into finals,” Jonathan grumbled as he

watched her step into the elevator.

Jasper was waiting for her at underground parking lot when she arrived

downstairs; he greeted her by saying, "Master Franklin is busy at MI6

today, so he asked me to pick you up instead.”

Sylvia nodded; she had thought they would be returning back to their

hotel but anywhere would do really.

The next morning, Sylvia turned on a screen early in order to watch live

coverage of a gaming tournament while sitting on a couch with a bucket

of popcorn beside her.

Franklin walked out from his room, only to see Sylvia watching an e-

sports match intently in front of TV.

"Do you like watching this?" He asked curiously.

"Jonathan is playing today,” She grabbed some popcorns and stuffed

them into mouth.

League of Legends had become popular worldwide over recent years

due its competitive tower-pushing gameplay style. This year, the annual

world championship was held in Urgford's Okgan that attracted

countless fans around globe who loved gaming feverishly.

Jonathan's team had always been ranked the first place in its group.

Teams were divided into all four groups where top two teams advanced

onto quarter-finals.

At MI6's computer technology department, Vaughn along with several

other members were also watching live streaming videos of games

together.

"I think Jonathan's team will definitely win the championship this year!"

Vaughn was a fan of Jonathan.

One of the team members sneered, “Come on, let's face it. You know

well the level of H Rovirsa's players. They should just give up.”