League of Legends: Unrivaled

Zhu Xiaoxuan replied, "My brother said it was OK. His early game was average, with solid fundamentals and smooth last-hitting. His hand speed was quite fast when he saw that combo."

"He carefully replayed it over ten times and said the real power of that combo was that he applied Ignite and Weakness while the plane was flying over. His reaction and mechanics were top-notch, literally top-notch. And the flow of the combo was so smooth that his mechanics were definitely top-notch in the country."

"However, it could also be because the opponent was too weak. He'll personally assess the details later."

Shu Yuewu took a bite of her apple and replied, "The opponent is too weak. Have you heard of Han Fei?"

"Han Fei, of course I know. Are you talking about the star AD carry from our provincial high school league this year?"

"Yes, you know."

"Of course I know. How can I...?" How could you not know this guy is incredibly talented? He put on a fantastic show in the finals, playing with such a fierce, aggressive attitude. My brother says his AD is one of the best in the country.

"As soon as the finals ended, my brother's school invited him. After all, while we don't know what next year will hold, Jiangnan University is a strong team this year, having reached the national semifinals. However, they didn't agree because he'd already gone to Kyoto University in another province. Last year's runner-up in the National University League had been specially recruited. Kyoto was really quick to act."

Shu Yuewu's slender white fingers tapped on the keyboard. "Well, that's good to know. Tomorrow he's playing solo with Han Fei, 50,000 per game."

"Really?"

"I'm still cooking."

Although his solo skills aren't as impressive, at least he can compete mechanically. If he can defeat Han Fei mechanically, that would be enough to prove Xia Xin's worth.

About three minutes later, Zhu Xiaoxuan replied, "This is Xiaosong. Is he really going to play solo against Han Fei?"

Zhu Xiaosong is Zhu Xiaoxuan's brother.

"Maybe... Of course, that assumes he has 50,000 yuan."

"Does he know who Han Fei is? Han Fei is one of the few AD carries who's so ferocious in laning. If you don't count teamfights, there are few who can match him in laning."

"He's playing because he knows. He's probably looking for someone to borrow money now."

"Can he win?"

"He's not sure either. He said at least he can't lose."

"Haha, quite an interesting person." Zhu Xiaosong smiled. He's quite interesting.

"That's it. If there's a fight, I'll send you the video."

"Okay, that would be great. Honestly, if it were anyone else, I might lend him the money. After all, with a guarantee, there's a good chance he'll get it back. But forget about that prodigy Han Fei. While I'm optimistic about his skills,... his chances of winning aren't great."

Shu Yuewu closed QQ and stretched out on her bed, nibbling on an apple, her gaze fixed on the crystal chandelier, muttering to herself.

"Even Zhu Xiaosong thinks his chances of winning aren't great? It seems everyone thinks so. It would be quite amusing if there was an upset. I really want to see their jaws drop in shock."

Shu Yuewu's lips curled up seductively, recalling the sparkling look in Xia Xin's eyes when he said he wouldn't lose. She thought that was quite amusing, too. This boy... he felt really special.

She pulled out her phone and called Xia Xin, "Did you borrow 50,000 yuan?"

"No, I'm still trying."

Shu Yuewu hung up without another word and logged into her online banking. Her balance showed only 3,200 yuan. She felt in her pockets again—500 yuan. After searching through all her drawers for a long time, she only found two coins.

Strange! The last time I looked, I clearly had 60,000 or 70,000 yuan. How could it have disappeared so quickly? It looked like she just bought a few outfits and some makeup. Did she spend it all?

Shu Yuewu, biting an apple and walking barefoot, walked to the golden railing of the spiral staircase and shouted downstairs, "Mom, I need an advance on my allowance for the second half of the year."

A gruff voice came from the kitchen, "What nonsense! I don't know you. Even if I gave you 10 years' allowance, you'd still spend it all in a month. Don't even think about it."

"Tsk, how stingy!"

Shu Yuewu was a big spender. She'd always lived paycheck to paycheck, spending whatever she had without hesitation.

Because her father, Shu Rui, doted on her, Shu Yuewu's money had always been controlled by her mother, Zhao Qing, with no regard for personal relationships.

Zhao Qing was afraid this prodigal daughter would actually ruin the family.

"Come down for dinner! Your father should be home by now."

Shu Yuewu's eyes darted as she returned to her bedroom, her gaze sweeping across the elegant, yet warmly appointed boudoir.

Clothes, lipstick, perfume, a crystal necklace, a Patek Philippe watch, a pearl bracelet, and...a computer.

Shu Yuewu pursed her lips and smiled. "As the saying goes, 'out with the old, in with the new.' Computer, oh computer, don't blame me."

Shu Yuewu picked up the computer and threw it to the ground, sending parts scattering.

Then she returned to the bathroom, ran some boiling water, dampened it with a towel, and rubbed her hands with a vengeance...

When she reached the table, her father, Shu Rui, had already returned.

Shu Yuewu pouted, looking sullen, as she approached the dinner table, silent.

Sure enough, Shu Rui couldn't help but ask, "Baby, what's wrong? Who messed with you? Tell Daddy, and I'll teach him a lesson for you."

Shu Yuewu glared at him indignantly, huffing, "It's you."

"I, I didn't mess with you."

"What a crappy Apple computer you bought, or a friend brought it from abroad? I just played with it for a few seconds, and it overheated and all the parts exploded." Shu Yuewu's eyes reddened, and she felt so wronged she was almost crying.

Shu Rui thought for a moment and said, "No way! My friend said it was limited edition and I had to use connections to buy it."

"You still say it's not," Shu Yuewu pouted, kicking her foot in anger. She held out a small hand, the palm and back of her hand red. "You almost burned my hand."

"Oh, that's serious."

This made Shu Rui heartbroken. They say daughters and fathers have a good relationship, and he always felt sorry for his only precious daughter.

He touched Shu Yuewu's hand and found it was indeed terribly hot. He said with concern, "It's okay, it's good you're okay. It's so hot, it must hurt like hell."

"Nonsense, what do you think? It hurts like hell."

"Come on, Daddy's going to take you to a cold compress first."

"What a crappy computer! I need a new one, a better one."

"Yes, yes, yes, you should get a better one. Cheaper things are always worse. I'll help you pick out a more expensive one tomorrow."

"No, I want to buy it myself this time. I want an Alienware one. At least the hardware is better."

"Okay, okay, okay, I listen to you, my dear daughter. Don't be angry. I'll transfer 100,000 yuan to your card tomorrow. You can buy whatever you want. Getting angry isn't good for your health."

"Hmph, that's better."

Shu Yuewu finally agreed, reluctantly.

He thought to himself, "Hmph, Xia Xin, remember my kindness to you and fall for me again. Oh my god, it's really hot. I shouldn't have rubbed so hard. My hands hurt like hell."

Her tears weren't fake.

Just as Xia Xin had imagined, Shu Yuewu was beautiful, sexy, generous, and likable. She was also a bit clever and scheming, though a bit playful.

And at Xia Xin's house.

On the wooden round table lay a few dishes: tomato and egg soup, braised pork, and braised eggplant.

Xia Ye sat on the left, Xia Xin in the middle, and Leng Xuetong on the right.

The aroma of the tender and crispy braised pork filled the bedroom, making Leng Xuetong, already ravenous, drool.

At the dinner table, Xia Xin lightened the mood, chatting casually with Leng Xuetong. Although Leng Xuetong was quiet, she would respond.

Xia Ye, on the other hand, looked alert. As she ate, she would occasionally glance at the "cold-blooded priest" across from her, as if he might go berserk and suck her blood dry at any moment.

As soon as Leng Xuetong glanced at her, she quickly buried her face in the bowl.

Xia Ye finished her bowl of rice and hurried to the bedroom.

Leng Xuetong chewed slowly, finishing her bowl, hesitant, staring at the bowl without saying a word.

In fact, she hadn't even eaten lunch. In the cafeteria, she'd run into a persistent boy who'd made her pass out after just two bites. Unexpectedly, just after leaving the cafeteria, there was an even bigger rose garden.

In such a large school, there wasn't a single place where she could eat peacefully.

"I'll get you more rice."

Xia Xin noticed Leng Xuetong's hesitation and took her bowl and served her rice.

"No, I'm full." As soon as she said that, her stomach growled in protest, making Leng Xuetong feel ashamed and angry as if she wanted to die. She'd only finished half a bowl, but out of girlish reserve, she'd only had a small portion from the first bowl. And besides... she thought Xia Xin's cooking was truly delicious. At least, much better than her mother's. Xia Xin smiled but didn't respond. She poured a bowl of white rice and placed it on her table.

Leng Xuetong's fair face flushed, and she explained, "I don't usually eat so much. I skipped lunch because I met a clingy guy and it was annoying."

Xia Xin said, "Well, it can't be helped. You're so popular on campus. It's said half the boys have a crush on you."

Leng Xuetong blurted out, "...and you?"

"Huh?" Xia Xin's eyes widened.

Leng Xuetong explained, "No, I mean, are you and Shu Yuewu dating?"

"What do you mean dating? No, she and I are classmates."

Leng Xuetong narrowed her eyes. "You're lying! I clearly saw you on that stone bench at noon, leaning very close together, looking very intimate."

Xia Xin felt a little embarrassed at being seen. "Uh, no, she leaned over and was talking about something else."

Usually, at this point, once someone mentioned something else, out of respect for the other person's privacy, one shouldn't ask further questions. Unexpectedly, Leng Xuetong asked without hesitation, "What's the matter?"

Xia Xin hesitated, then realized there was nothing to hide from Leng Xuetong. "Don't tell anyone. It's about the League of Legends power leveling. They asked me to help her reach Master, and I'm not sure if she plans to tell anyone."

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"Really?" Leng Xuetong still didn't quite believe it. With a cold expression, she said, "Be careful. Don't get any illicit thoughts. I'm telling you, she's had more boyfriends than you've ever spoken to in school. Don't think her being close to you means she likes you. She just likes to play around. She loves the sense of accomplishment of stealing someone else's boyfriend and then dumping them."

"No, no, I know myself. How could a girl like me, poor, ugly, and 1.49 meters tall?" Xia Xin quipped self-deprecatingly.

Leng Xuetong sneered, "Just know it yourself. No girl would like you."

"...Well, you don't have to be so blunt. It's so hurtful." Xia Xin was on the verge of tears. Was there any need to be so frank?

"I'm doing this for your own good. I want you to understand yourself sooner rather than later. If you get dumped and end up jumping off a building, don't say I didn't warn you." Although her tone was as cold as ever, Xia Xin could still detect a hint of concern for her.

"...Don't worry. Doesn't she only like guys with girlfriends? Even if I like her and then dump me, it's pointless. I don't have a girlfriend, so she and I are just classmates."

"...That's better." Leng Xuetong lowered her head and continued eating, silent, as if... a little angry.

In fact, Xia Xin knew that Leng Xuetong and Shu Yuewu had had several conflicts since they entered school, and the resentment between them had been long-standing.