Extra: If Xia Yan Became a Girl 12

"Boom".

After watching the crystal on the computer screen shatter with a deafening crash, a series of ear-piercing cracking sounds filled the already small bedroom.

The two computers simultaneously displayed the word "Failure," bringing this sinful game to a perfect end, while also leaving Hua Xin and Xia Yan speechless, unsure of what to say.

"Shall we continue?"

Hua Xin's eyes still held a hint of defiance; a humiliating 0-7 record had undoubtedly challenged his dignity as a man, the dignity of standing on his own two feet in a game!

Getting destroyed in a game is often more infuriating than being physically destroyed in real life.

In reality, if you get beaten up, hiring a "hat uncle" (a derogatory term for someone who is overly reputable) and a lawyer can quickly get you a new house or car, which is considered reasonable compensation.

But the result of being crushed in the game is pressure from teammates and envy of the opponents, as well as resentment that lingers even after a whole day.

However, Xia Yan was sitting right next to him in the game, so the options of feeling pressured by teammates and envying the opposing team were obviously out of the question.

It's just a game. Winning or losing is all about participation. Losing doesn't matter, winning is great.

But the thing Hua Xin least wants to admit is that she's so engrossed in examining her own cooking that she's practically dizzy.

So bad...

Why is he so bad at games now? If he were playing solo, it would be fine; he could just type frantically in the chat box and argue. But with Xia Yan by his side, he can only grit his teeth and swallow his anger.

Because the two brothers were implicated, and also because the brother was a woman.

"Call..."

"Forget it, I'm a little tired."

Xia Yan let out a soft sigh in silence. Although she said she was tired, her hands, which were resting on her lap, were clenched into small fists.

It's clear that Xia Yan also had some emotional involvement in this game.

On the game's results page, the character she controlled, C, achieved a spectacular score of 13-1-11, but the final outcome was still a heavy defeat.

Data may not show an individual's contribution to the team, but it can show who lost.

Like Hua Xin, because her good brother was beside her, she could only swallow the words of greeting.

When I decided to play, I was very excited and confident.

The final outcome was that he didn't smile.

"..."

"All right..."

"Actually, this is my problem..."

Seeing that Xia Yan looked utterly hopeless, Hua Xin had no choice but to ease the atmosphere a little, and said while touching her hair with a slightly embarrassed expression.

At least take the blame first to show sincerity.

People should have self-awareness.

Otherwise, what if Xia Yan doesn't play with him next time? How will he rank up then?!

"It's okay, whether you're there or not doesn't really matter whether we win or lose."

"Next time I'll play a late-game carry."

Hearing that Hua Xin wasn't so terminally ill as to think she was fine, Xia Yan's tightly clenched fists gradually loosened, and the impulse to punch Hua Xin hard just now diminished and disappeared.

However, it's still necessary to use a bit of sharp wit and sarcasm to really attack Hua Xin.

Otherwise, it would still be difficult to quell the anger of being overturned after leading by 10,000 gold.

Since the two of them were sitting on the edge of the bed, Xia Yan simply lay back on the bed and stretched.

Playing games all afternoon can be tiring, especially when you're on a losing streak that seems to be cursed.

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Upon hearing Xia Yan's sarcastic remarks, Hua Xin naturally understood their meaning. His male pride told him that he had to retort, otherwise he would lose face both in the game and in real life.

But when Hua Xin turned around, about to say something, she swallowed back the words she had prepared.

Xia Yan has been living here for two whole weeks.

The weather is still fluctuating between hot and cold at the beginning of Xia Ji, and there hasn't been a sustained high temperature yet, so people are naturally wearing more clothes and occasionally need to wear a jacket or something.

But now that July is almost over, Xia Yan has missed the air conditioner at home more than once.

Although she had completely eliminated the possibility of turning back into a boy, she still did not choose to reconcile with her current beautiful girl body. Coincidentally, she was at Hua Xin's house with plenty of food and drink and someone to play games with, so she became a hot topic.

Therefore, Xia Yan is currently only wearing the underwear she bought from the women's clothing store and a simple short-sleeved shirt.

The stretching motion she had just made left her waist slightly off the bed, and her upper body also stretched upwards with her arms, so the hem of her white short-sleeved shirt could no longer cover her flat stomach.

But that's not the point.

The perceptive Hua Xin locked onto the dazzling scene almost instantly.

The mountain of sin, the size of evil...

As a young boy, a homebody, and a pilot, Hua Xin obviously couldn't resist turning his gaze elsewhere; it was a force inherent in his biological instincts.

However, although she couldn't hold her head up in the game, it seems that another Hua Xin is gradually showing signs of wanting to do so.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

A series of comfortable cries gradually subsided as Xia Yan stretched, relieving the strain on her lumbar spine and neck. She lay lazily on the bed, her hands resting peacefully on her stomach, looking as if she was about to fall asleep.

Coming to her senses, Hua Xin quickly looked away and then stared silently at the computer screen in front of her.

For Hua Xin, it had been almost half a month, which was obviously an impossible task.

But with people at home, they could only let the days drag on until Xia Yan wanted to go home.

"Xia Yan is a brother. Xia Yan is a brother. Xia Yan is a brother. Xia Yan is a brother...?"

Hua Xin kept repeating these words in his mind, his mind filled with memories of friendship with Xia Yan, trying to replicate the psychological comfort of chanting Amitabha after doing something bad.

After managing to clear her mind of distracting thoughts, Hua Xin gradually straightened her bent back.

"Prison Flower".

At this moment, Xia Yan's voice rang out indifferently, causing Hua Xin, who was feeling guilty, to freeze.

Finished??.

Could it be that they noticed my embarrassing state just now?...

Hua Xin seemed to see himself being brutally trampled under Xia Yan's feet and yelled at as a pervert, but he really wasn't some insect harboring evil thoughts towards his brother!

Let's go out and have some fun.

Xia Yan's subsequent words brought Hua Xin's self-satisfied mood to an abrupt halt.

"Ha???"