Extra: If Xia Yan Became a Girl 6

"Just 'r' him, you'll win if you 'r' him, won't you?!"

The girl's clear, crisp voice, now tinged with a hint of Red Temperature, echoed throughout the small room with the sounds of keyboard clicks and mouse clicks.

"I used my ultimate! But he dodged it with Flash. I'm not taking the blame; I don't think there was anything wrong with my play."

Hua Xin snorted coldly. Although he was somewhat withdrawn and unwilling to talk, he couldn't help but start shifting blame when it came to this kind of blame-shifting session in the game.

"If your actions were correct, we wouldn't have been humiliated by people using emoticons."

"?"

"C and support are clearly in cahoots, so saying that is basically saying you're bad too." Hua Xin looked at the black screen of the computer, where the support she was controlling and the C controlled by Xia Yan were both lying on the ground, and then she took her hands off the keyboard. Her tone was still a little unconvinced.

"Who are you calling bad?!"

Xia Yan, like a hapless Hachimi whose tail had been stepped on, breathed on Hua Xin beside her, her pretty face, even without makeup, flushed a Red Temperature.

"The policewoman is bad." Hua Xin paused, then added, "Mainly because she's bad at it."

Obviously, Hua Xin, being a homebody who hadn't played games with real people in a long time, didn't notice the increasingly strange look and expression on someone's face.

Xia Yan originally wanted to take advantage of the fact that she still had three teammates to hold off the opponent's push, and then fight back if things got too tough. She wouldn't give up easily as long as there was a glimmer of hope for a comeback.

This is the admirable quality of a man who never gives up.

But in reality, before their bottom lane duo could even respawn, their remaining three teammates were already being pushed down by the enemy team as if they were prisoners with their hands and feet tied and no power to resist.

The sound of the crystal exploding rang out simultaneously on both of their computer screens.

"If you play a support champion again, I'll kill you!!"

Xia Yan looked at the rank drop notification on the screen. Although it was a two-game losing streak between brothers, a whole morning of consecutive failures could easily turn the brothers into enemies.

She turned around and pretended to give Hua Xin a hard punch, the size of a red bean bun.

"?"

Although Hua Xin never sees the sun or goes out for exercise in this Little Black all day, and often takes intense flights of air while hiding under the covers at night, her body is somewhat weak...

However, as a normal adult male, he still possesses a body that is even more powerful than "Xia Yan now".

Hua Xin instinctively dodged Xia Yan's angry fist aimed at his waist. The whole scene seemed to be in slow motion as his eyes slowly watched the small fist graz the edge of the body without hitting the target.

Otherwise, he might not be able to do those things at night anymore.

This is an outcome more terrifying than death.

However, before Hua Xin a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt an emptiness beneath her.

"Huh?"

Unfortunately, because he was sitting on a small plastic stool, the large deviation of his body caused his center of gravity to involuntarily fall towards the bed behind him. However, the main reason was probably that the plastic stool only had three legs.

Even though triangles are stable, the strength of the material still matters.

However, Hua Xin couldn't see whether she would fall onto the bed to her left or onto the floor. If her head made intimate contact with the floor, she would probably bleed on the spot.

Cerebral palsy, cerebral hemorrhage, vegetative state, concussion...

A series of death sentences flashed through his mind, and then Hua Xin's will to survive made him subconsciously grab the slender arm that had just been swung to his side.

"Ah!!"

What was originally a world where only one person was hurt has now become a world where two people are hurt.

Xia Yan, who just wanted to vent his anger over his consecutive defeats, had no intention of hurting Hua Xin; he was simply venting his frustration.

Xia Yan didn't seem to realize the changes in her current self compared to the past, nor the sudden turn of events.

If it were the Xia Yan of the past, he would likely not have moved an inch even when Hua Xin pulled him in this situation, remaining as steadfast as the roots of an old tree.

That's ridiculous. Without this core knowledge, her several hours of specialized training every day would be completely wasted.

But the reality is that Xia Yan has long lost her former body and muscles, leaving only the huge abyss of sin on her chest and the slender waist of a girl, which is completely opposite to that of a muscular man.

So Xia Yan was also completely bewildered when Hua Xin pulled him down as well.

With a "thump".

The expected stinging pain did not come, but the feeling of suddenly losing balance and falling onto the bed was not pleasant either.

Due to financial constraints, Hua Xin's family did not have a mattress on their bed; there was only a simple wooden board and two quilts.

After tentatively opening her eyes, she met Xia Yan's gaze, who had also raised his head.

Although no words were spoken, this simple eye contact seemed to convey a thousand unspoken words to the two who already had a certain tacit understanding; all meanings were implied in their gaze.

However, Hua Xin seemed to realize something, her gaze shifted slightly downwards, and her heartbeat increased exponentially.

For him, a homebody.

Such scenes can only be seen on mobile phones and computers, through the glass of the phone screen and the internet.

Of course, Hua Xin had also fantasized about what it would feel like to see such a scene and even have close contact with it.

Through the neckline of Xia Yan's pajamas, which was only buttoned up a few times, one could easily glimpse the abyss of sin and that patch of white skin in the bright daylight.

A faint scent suddenly wafted from the skin near her nostrils. Hua Xin quickly looked away, stood up, and stepped back, then rubbed her nose with her hand.

The faint scarlet color looked out of place on the pale palm.

I have a nosebleed.

It's just because I just saw... uh, I saw Xia Yan's...

"..."

"I'm talking about prison flowers..."

Seeing this, Xia Yan silently handed over the tissues, then suppressed a laugh, his tone mocking, a sly glint in his eyes, as he gently buttoned up his pajamas.

How could you be so weak?

"Did you just see something you shouldn't have?"

Hua Xin remained silent, simply tilting her head back and muttering in a nonchalant tone:

"I didn't see it."

Is it white or not?

"White??."

After responding instinctively, Hua Xin suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation.

Xia Yan looked at him with a smile, but picked up the plastic stool in her hand.