"Son, Don't Bother Dad: [Follow me with Yaoyao.]"
As soon as the team was formed, Shen Jianxi first instructed Ji Zhaoyun, and seeing him obediently pick Yaoyao, a devilish smile appeared on her face.
"Son, Don't Bother Dad: [Watch how I play later.]"
"Don't Hit Me: [Okay.]"
Shen Jianxi looked at Ji Zhaoyun's gamer tag and twitched her lips. It was okay when she didn't know his identity, but now that she knew, the name felt particularly awkward.
A domineering CEO named "Don't Hit Me"?
Had he no dignity?
While lost in thought, the game began. Shen Jianxi straightened her expression, flexed her wrists, and was the first to rush out of the crystal.
Ji Zhaoyun followed closely behind.
He really was just like she said, always trailing behind her.
Seeing him reach level four and unlock his ultimate ability, Shen Jianxi moved to the next step.
"Son, Don't Bother Dad: [Get on me.]"
Ji Zhaoyun froze for a moment, then slowly typed a "[?]" on the screen.
"Don't Hit Me: [This isn't appropriate.]"
Shen Jianxi: ......
"Son, Don't Bother Dad: [I mean use your ultimate ability. Yaoyao's ultimate can get on someone.]"
He scorned her during the day, and at night he was thinking such things.
Where was this scumbag's mind going?!
Ji Zhaoyun finally understood he had misunderstood. After activating his ultimate, he repeatedly apologized:
"Don't Hit Me: [I'm sorry.]"
Actually, Ji Zhaoyun had a tendency to overthink things since he was young, but he had gotten very good at hiding it as he grew older, so no one noticed.
Once he learned how to use his ultimate, things became much easier.
Shen Jianxi, playing Han Xin, would always 'accidentally' 'unknowingly' throw him under the enemy tower. When he died, she would pitifully type an apology.
Even if Ji Zhaoyun had doubts, he didn't say anything when faced with her demeanor.
After a total of two matches, Ji Zhaoyun had died over forty times and was successfully reported by his teammates.
Shen Jianxi switched back to the WeChat interface. The phone's light illuminated her face, her eyes brimming with cunning.
"Don't Touch My Blue Buff: [Today I'm teaching you Han Xin, the key to this hero is...]"
She sent him the crucial operational methods, successfully cutting off Ji Zhaoyun's thought of asking her what he had done to upset her. Su Dan Novel Network.
"j: [Okay, thank you.]"
"Don't Touch My Blue Buff:"
"Don't Touch My Blue Buff: [Not coming tonight, right? Let's have lessons every night at ten o'clock from now on. If I have something, I'll let you know.]"
"j: [Okay.]"
"j: [You're the teacher, I'll listen to you.]"
After this message, Shen Jianxi didn't reply.
Honestly, if she were to judge solely by their online conversations, she couldn't connect Ji Zhaoyun with the man from earlier that day.
She tossed her phone onto the table. Playing games was too draining. Just two matches had made her hungry.
She glanced at the time. Twelve o'clock. There shouldn't be many people around downstairs, but she still put on her disguise.
Her slippers made a *pat-pat* sound on the stairs, disturbing the man who had accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs.
Jing Luan sat up, his hair disheveled, rubbing his slightly sore eyes, staring unfocusedly at the stairs.
When Shen Jianxi came down and turned on the light, she was startled by him.
The living room was dark, making it impossible to see figures. As soon as she turned on the light, she met Jing Luan's gaze, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
However, she skillfully concealed her momentary panic, calmly averted her gaze, and turned towards the kitchen.
There was some spaghetti in the cupboard. She decided to make a simple cream pasta.
The aroma quickly spread. Jing Luan, still not fully awake, got up unconsciously, sniffed the scent, and walked to the kitchen doorway.
Shen Jianxi, who had just finished plating and was about to leave, was startled by him again.
This time, she couldn't help but exclaim, "What the hell!"
What was he doing late at night? Who could handle this?!
"Move aside!" She glared at Jing Luan irritably, preparing to leave.
But he seemed not to hear Shen Jianxi's angry shout. His tall figure blocked the kitchen doorway, his eyes fixed on the plate in her hand.
"What... What the hell, Jing Luan, are you even human!"
This time, she truly couldn't hold back her curses. Jing Luan was too inhuman!
Was this guy a dog?!
Who would have thought Jing Luan would directly snatch the plate from her hand and run off?!
This was too much!
She wanted to chase him, but the boy had long legs and was fast. By the time she reached the door, she was only faced with a blank white door.
Shen Jianxi was so angry she wanted to pound on his door. Just as her hand was about to hit the door, she forcefully stopped herself.
She took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress her anger, and forced a stiff smile. "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Others get angry, I don't. If I get sick from anger, no one can cure it. It's just a plate of pasta, I can make another one."
After saying that, she turned to go back to the kitchen to make another.
But as soon as she turned around, the closed door suddenly opened.
Shen Jianxi looked back to see Jing Luan standing in the darkness holding the plate. The kitchen light cast shadows on his face, creating a play of light and dark.
Before Shen Jianxi could speak, Jing Luan suddenly made a face and then ran upstairs.
Shen Jianxi: ......
Was this person playing Temple Run with her late at night?!
Was he crazy? Huh!
No one could stand being provoked like this. Shen Jianxi chased after him.
There were only two bedrooms upstairs. She first opened the one closest to the stairs. No one was there.
Good, this little rascal was walking right into her trap.
Knowing where he was, Shen Jianxi suddenly calmed down.
Her steps became unhurried.
The slight sound of her slippers on the floor echoed in the hallway, carrying a strong sense of pressure.
"This is like a scene straight out of a horror movie!" 77 exclaimed with surprise in her mind.
Shen Jianxi's foot slipped, and she gritted her teeth, "77, can you please stop making noises so suddenly? You'll scare me to death, you know!"
"...I'm sorry," 77 apologized and quickly retreated.
She didn't know what she had done to deserve this tonight. They say there's a limit to how many times things can happen, and here she was, already scared three times.
But there would absolutely not be a fourth time!
She placed her hand on the doorknob and gently pressed down. The door was unlocked!
The next second, Shen Jianxi flung the door open, "Jing Luan! I caught y— Ah!!!"
No one could escape a fourth time.
For the first time, she bitterly regretted how good the soundproofing in this house was, to the point that the two people downstairs didn't react to her shouting.
Of course, it was also possible they were pretending not to hear.
Shen Jianxi touched her rapidly beating heart, recalling the scene she had just witnessed.
A tall, slender boy was kneeling on the floor facing the door. A phone with its flashlight on was placed on the floor perpendicular to his chin, casting a pale glow on his face.
Especially since he was holding a plate of pasta and eating. When he looked up upon hearing the door open, Jing Luan slurped the pasta into his mouth, chewed a few times, swallowed, and then gave her a smile.
But in this situation, that smile looked utterly eerie.
Shen Jianxi stood outside, her hand on her chest, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.
More terrifying than ghosts are not people.
But people who are like ghosts.
Damn it, that scared her to death!