Chapter 2
Chapter 2: First Encounter with the ESports Idol
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the sea of people, posters were being raised everywhere. The enthusiasm of the fans was like a fire that burned everything and turned it into a mess.
Mo Bei lowered her head and looked at the support poster under her foot left behind by its owner.
The front page showed Almighty K, and the back stated ‘I like you’.
Subconsciously, Mo Bei bent down and picked it up…
Wang Dongdong, who was beside her, seemed suddenly enlightened and deeply distressed. “Idol, I thought you’d changed. I didn’t think this was the plan you had in mind. Did you find out that Almighty K mentioned during an interview that he liked neater and tidier people? That must be why you dyed your hair back to black. Scheming! You’re too scheming!”
Mo Bei opened her mouth. She wanted to say that her hair had always been this color, but it suddenly hit her that she was now pretending to be her brother. She could only lift the corner of her lips into a smile, feeling rather helpless.
“Idol, really! In order for me to live on, you really cannot be the same way you were in the past!” Wang Dongdong had a solemn look on his face. “You can dream on about running into Almighty K here. Let’s go, we’re leaving right now!”
Mo Bei was amused. “You’re overreacting.”
“You forgot how you hugged his thigh and tried to confess, did you?” Wang Dongdong was like a walking emoticon. “I’m overreacting? I made a mistake back then by not going forward to stop you!”
Mo Bei faltered for a moment. The words in her mouth were swallowed back. She had hugged his thigh and tried to confess?
“Quick! Let’s leave quickly!” Wang Dongdong was still urging her. He was afraid that once Unpopular saw Almighty K, they wouldn’t be able to move!
Mo Bei did not explain any further. She could vaguely see the black-and-red team uniform surrounded by the crowd.
As the new member who was going to report soon, she had a set of the exact same uniform in her luggage.
This was fate… Mo Bei’s thin lips curled up for a moment. As she decided to head to the exit with the smallest crowd, she hadn’t expected to bump into something once she turned around.
This happened way too abruptly. The man’s long legs took a step back but still did not manage to dodge…
“Almighty K!”
The assistant following the man tried to pull his young master away, but it was too late.
The two individuals had already crashed into each other and ended up in an extremely ambiguous position.
The tip of her nose scraped past the material. Before Mo Bei could feel pain, a pleasant mix of tobacco and lemon were already rushing in.
The other party looked at her with a frown. His back was slightly arched because he was bending, and his team uniform had slipped down a little because she was tugging on it, revealing the sexy collarbone beneath. Through her startled eyes, she saw his almost translucent, cold, fair skin, which looked like superior porcelain.
Mo Bei suddenly became aware that she seemed to be in his arms.
Her face was touched by the lingering warmth of the man’s chest, which was so heated that Mo Bei was slightly dazed. Her four limbs were also frozen.
Perhaps they were too close because when Mo Bei looked up, she felt as if she could touch that person’s breath.
Fortunately, he was wearing a mask. A pure black mask covered his face, only revealing a pair of sentimental eyes that exuded a chill. His eyes were so apathetic that they made one feel cold…
She knew this person.
Even though he was still wearing a black mask, her senses couldn’t be wrong.
Mo Bei still remembered clearly what she had seen on the screen a year ago.
A figure without the support of any teammates had charged to the fountain of the opposing team. Even though it had been one-against-five, he had turned the match around and clinched the championship.
From then on, that game ID had been etched in her mind. King…