The online games in year two-thousand and eight were still simplistic. The hottest one was Fairy Hunt, where four people could connect online to play together.
Fu Pei pressed on his brow bones with one hand. He casually shut his eyelids, and his voice sounded relaxed and lazy. “Let Tiger and Xie Tiao be in a team with you. Three of you fight against me.”
Fu Ting rejected his proposal in a serious manner. “I can beat you all on my own.”
The environment fell silent for a good few seconds.
Xie Tiao laughed until he could not straighten his body. “Hahaha! I admire your straight face when you’re pretending to be a pretentious prick, Master Ting. Your face doesn’t blush, and your heart’s not even racing. Sadly, we can’t beat Brother Fu even if we all gang up together against him. You’ll die a tragic death if you fight him on your own.”
Fu Ting’s glare looked firm. “I can do it alone. You guys will only drag me down.”
Xie Tiao and the others felt rather offended by her bold statement.
Fu Pei could not help but laugh. “Are you sure you want to play like this?” he asked, tone raised more than usual.
Fu Ting nodded.
“Little Fu Ting is arrogant, eh?” Fu Pei seemed utterly callous as he purposely emphasized his every word. There was a faint adoring smile on his face that he was not even aware of himself.
Little Fool once more became the mentally ill person.
What else could he do? He only had himself to blame for bringing the little trouble home. Even if he had to suffer, he still had to pamper her.
Fu Pei’s well-shaped fingers slowly rubbed the mouse, his side profile looked charming and attractive.
His black eyes narrowed, and he slowly sat upright.
Complacently, he spoke in a sing-song manner, “If you want to play, you gotta be gutsy. If you lose, you can’t cry. I won’t coax you.”
Little Fool was a fair and lovely girl. He would not be able to bear seeing her eyes turn red.
If she cried…
No. He would not entertain that thought. Just the mere thought of it was driving him up the wall.
The game started soon after.
Fu Ting immersed herself in the game right off the bat. Her fair and slim fingers nimbly fluttered across the keyboard.
Fu Pei was relaxed; he did not see her as a competitor. Just as he was about to signal with his eyes to Xie Tiao so that they could make the game easier for Fu Ting, however, his player was slain by none other than Fu Ting.
Fu Pei was shocked.
Little Fool did have some skills!
That brought him off of his high horse, but Fu Ting gave him no room to breathe. In just a few rounds, he was the only one left with alarmingly low health. Xie Tiao and the rest were hit dead until they disconnected from the game.
Was she even f*cking human?
They glanced at each other and fell into a strange silence of life crisis altogether.
Fu Ting’s voice was soft and sweet, much like a cat’s paws that walked on a cloud. “Oh, why did I win so quickly? There’s no fun in that.”
Xie Tiao and others were silent.
It was almost necessary to kneel to this great God!
“Master Ting, you’re so badass! How can you do that? Those were our actions per minute as a result of being single for more than ten years. How can yours be so fast?” Xie Tiao gushed.
Fu Pei’s expression fell in an instant. He had been the top dog in the gaming social circle, but he had lost to a little fool. If the others knew about this, how could he survive?
He closed his eyelids. His delicate chin matched his handsome facial features as they formed a sharp arc.
Suddenly, he licked his teeth and laughed in a low voice. “Little Fu Ting, you’re amazing. I’ve lost to you.”
Fu Ting smiled shyly, and her eyes looked as if there were stars in there. “Playing games is simple, actually; it’s just like studying. When you master the method, you’ll reach a whole new height.”
“You played well, Little Sister. Would you like to play a round with me?” A young man with a rivet leather jacket had silently watched Fu Ting’s match against the boys, and his desire to win in a competition was aroused. He walked over to her excitedly and said, “I’m the best player in this arcade.”
Unsatisfied with how the game ended faster than she wanted, she tilted her head and asked, “Can you play well?”
The man with the leather jacket smiled provocatively at Fu Pei. “I can play better than him.”
Fu Pei was silent.
The man’s words felt like an indirect way of mocking him.
Pit-a-pat! His brooding eyes saw Fu Ting running to the man’s computer and happily played a round with him.
Fu Pei’s eyes narrowed. He became furious.