Chapter 26
The eSports King's Crush
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
No.1 Middle School, basketball court.
Feng Nai saw his brotherâs drooping little head from a fair distance.
He didnât have to guess to know what had happened. âThat Little Brother of yours canceled on you?â
Little Linâs spirits werenât high, yet he still remembered to defend his Little Brother. âHe suddenly had something to attend to.â
Feng Nai flung his hand. Although his eyes were still slightly cold, when he bent down, his aura changed. His slim fingers bent slightly and knocked on Little Linâs head. âWell, asking your Little Brother to come here made things difficult for him in the first place. Itâs normal that he couldnât make it.â
âWhy?â Little Lin had a puzzled look on his face.
Feng Nai casually talked about the long-accumulated grievances between No.1 Middle School and No.2 Middle School, not mentioning that he was one of the leaders himself.
Little Lin, who was smart, used one arm to hug his brotherâs long leg while the other carried his cake. He sounded slightly annoyed as he said, âBrother, you should have told me earlier. Then I wouldnât have asked Little Brother to come to No.1 Middle School. We could go to No.2 Middle School instead since itâs so close!â
Feng Nai sneered and said slowly, âThis is a really great idea, Trouble Lin. Do you think it would be safe for me to go to No.2 Middle School?â
âArenât you very good at fighting?â Little Lin blinked his big round eyes beneath his small mask. âOh, I understand now, Brother. Youâre afraid of being caught by the people there.â
Feng Nai turned his head and lowered his gaze to a certain mini person as he said languidly, âProfessional players arenât allowed to fight. Itâs not about being afraid, understand?â
âIsnât the wound on your face a result of fighting too?â Little Lin bowed his head. He wanted to eat the candy that his brother had bought him but realized that he was still wearing a mask. Thus, he murmured again. âItâs so odd, Little Brother had promised that heâd be here.â
Feng Nai did not hear his brotherâs second sentence. After all, the words âisnât the wound on your face a result of fighting tooâ had captured all his attention.
It wasnât just his face.
Even the injury on his hand had been caused by the same person.
Feng Nai pressed on the mint on the tip of his tongue, the warmth in his eyes gradually disappearingâ¦
Little Linâs expression was now different from earlier. His Little Brother had sent another text.
âSaturday, belated birthday celebration for you.â
Little Lin hugged Feng Naiâs leg and bounced up and down for a long time. He even shouted, âLetâs go eat cake, letâs go eat cake! Weâll eat Little Brotherâs share too!â
Feng Nai had a considerable number of friends, but he had never seen his brother be so fond of anyone.
However, a child was a child after all.
He wasnât even clear of who the other party was, yet he still dared to be so close to him.
Feng Nai reached out and messed up Little Linâs hair by rubbing it, thinking of getting some words out of this Little Brother later.
Since he was from No.2 Middle School, if he managed to get a name or a photograph later on, it wouldnât be too difficult to find him.
Speaking of that, Trouble Linâs Little Brother really wasnât in tune with the times.
Never mind that he didnât have a single selfie in his WeChat moments. There were also hardly any scenery photos.
After their match that day, Feng Nai had gone through his information, not because he was very good at gaming techniques, but purely because he wanted to know what kind of person his brother was coming into contact with.
After all, Trouble Lin had just turned five years old.
In the end, after he was doneâ¦
He was hungry.
That personâs moments were very uniform, and his sentence structure was very detached. For example, he had written: âMade Spare Ribs with Black Bean Sauce today.â
Following that was an attached image of freshly cooked meat, the aroma still floating around, the color easily whetting oneâs appetiteâ¦