【3】I Am Your Father
Zhao Dou originally held doubts about this person’s skills, but he didn’t expect him to play Fairy Luyue so well. He couldn’t help but curse, “Holy crap, he’s actually a specialist one-trick!”
The “specialist” himself leaned back lazily in the chair. The ADC from earlier had long since left the room in shame.
“Hey, how was I?” Wen Ran rested his slender fingers on the keyboard, one hand taking off the headset to let it hang around his neck, looking towards Jiang Yan.
His head was tilted slightly up, the end of his tone rising. He looked exactly like a cat seeking praise and pets from its owner.
Jiang Yan specifically chose not to grant his wish. “It was alright, I guess.”
Wen Ran hummed very quietly, eyes full of disdain, as if saying, ‘You really don’t know quality.’
From the side, Wen Ran’s eyelashes were long and curled, and his ink-black pupils were like black gems—unreasonably beautiful.
Wen Ran didn’t want to tangle with this ‘Lao Liu’ too much. Intending to finish the games quickly so he could leave, he immediately started another match.
Clack clack clack, he tapped the keyboard. His mechanics were formidable, his game sense superb. The second game was practically a steamroll.
Zhao Dou watched dumbfounded from the side as he started the third game, the fourth game… He played six games, averaging ten minutes each, and was the MVP in every single one!
Zhao Dou was a Mid Laner himself. He originally thought his skills were pretty decent among ordinary players, but now, looking at the small boy in front of him, he immediately felt like he only knew how to press buttons randomly.
Wen Ran yawned. “I told you, I can do it.”
“Yes, yes, yes, you’re the best!” Zhao Dou leaned in close to Wen Ran. “Brother, how did you pull off that play just now? Teach me?”
“That required mechanics?” Wen Ran rolled his wrist. “Isn’t it just ‘have hands, can do’?”
Zhao Dou: “…”
Does this mean I don’t have hands? Since when did I become inexplicably disabled?
It wasn’t that Wen Ran was talking nonsense; his talent for gaming truly seemed higher than the average person. While others were struggling in low-tier lobbies, he had long since reached Grandmaster. He had even participated in some small tournaments and won quite a bit of prize money.
Zhao Dou hated it in his heart. No, brother, even if you are good, why does what you say sound so punchable?
Feeling inexplicably mocked, Zhao Dou felt resentful. Forget it, if you won’t teach, you won’t teach. I’ll just look up videos of pro Mid Laners later. Saves me from getting angry here!
“Then hurry up and play!” Zhao Dou stood up, intending to go to the bathroom. “You said it yourself, reach Grandmaster.”
“I’ll come back and check in a bit!”
Wen Ran gave a sound of acknowledgment but delayed clicking ‘match’.
Only then did Jiang Yan notice his eyes were staring straight at the instant noodles opposite him.
He even swallowed.
Before Jiang Yan could speak, Wen Ran called out to him:
“Um, I’m a little hungry.”
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, looking at him lazily. “Why tell me you’re hungry? I’m not edible.”
Wen Ran forcibly suppressed the urge to beat him up. “Didn’t I give all my money to you just now?”
“Oh, right. I see.”
Jiang Yan said that and went out. A while later, he brought back soup dumplings and a cup of soy milk.
Feeding the kitten.
Wen Ran held the steaming buns and soy milk, feeling a little gratitude in his heart.
This guy seems pretty decent after all.
But before the emotion could finish, he heard Jiang Yan say, “Consider it a loan. Remember to pay me back.”
Wen Ran almost choked on the bun he had just bitten into.
How did he think this person was kind just now?
He glared at him angrily. “It’s just seven or eight yuan, would I stiff you?”
“Even a landlord isn’t as calculating as you!” Wen Ran fumed. “You’re simply a skinflint!”
Jiang Yan didn’t blush or skip a beat. “You flatter me. Otherwise, those three houses didn’t just blow in with the wind.”
“…”
Wen Ran was speechless. Did he actually think that was a compliment?
The skinflint himself didn’t notice the disgust at all and shook his phone. “What’s your WeChat? Add me as a friend first.”
Wen Ran thought he wanted him to transfer money, but the next second the other party said, “Otherwise, what if you run away?”
For a denomination of less than ten bucks, would I really run away?
Thinking about how he had bad luck today and capsized in the gutter meeting this ‘Lao Liu’, Wen Ran also regretted not keeping a little emergency money in his pocket. Truly, a single penny beats a hero.
Wen Ran gritted his teeth. “Don’t worry, I won’t run. Even if you die, I can burn the money to you!”
He furiously took out his phone and added this god of plague.
“Watch your mouth,” his words had hardly landed when his head was patted. “Since you’re with me, I’ll let it slide. If you met someone else, wouldn’t they beat you up?”
Wen Ran thought to himself, If I met someone else, I wouldn’t be this angry.
He turned his face away, puffing up his cheeks.
Jiang Yan wasn’t angry. “I’m going back to sleep. Send me a message when you finish playing. Don’t run off, I have your WeChat!”
Wen Ran watched him leave, thinking, What use is WeChat? I can totally block and delete you, and then dismantle all the Arcana and equipment on this account.
Wen Ran vengefully moved the mouse to the inventory interface, but in the end, he obediently adjusted the build order for a few Mid Lane heroes and clicked match.
After a while, the phone suddenly flashed twice. Wen Ran tilted his head to look, and his blood pressure almost hit 150.
[By the way, I’m Jiang Yan.]
[If you think that’s too formal, you can just call me Brother.]
Wen Ran didn’t even care that his hero was walking into a tower to feed. He picked up the phone and typed furiously:
[Wen Ran]
[Who needs a cheap brother like you? I’m your daddy!]
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