My Online Friend Can't Be This Cute

"Then he spent the whole night practicing Stone Man. I couldn't bear it."

Though he said that, Xi Shaojie's face was full of smiles.

"Damn it, at least let me win one before you say that." Zhong Taihong said, "If I run after losing, wouldn't that make me a cowardly lizard?"

"No, you're Stone Man," Qin Yongfeng quipped.

"Fine, I'll ask." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "But it's early in the morning. They might still be sleeping, so let's wait until tonight."

PS: The other chapter is still being written.

Guaranteed Win

He really hadn't wanted to get involved in the character discussion, but the White-Haired Junior Faction in the group was growing larger and larger.

He decided to make an alt and join the group to speak up for himself a little.

If he let that guy with Illya's profile picture keep assimilating everyone, the whole group would turn into a junior faction.

Was that good? No, it wasn't.

They had to support the white-haired junior Bai Shiyin, but they also had to support the black-haired, long-haired classmate Yu Weiwei. That was what it meant to be upright.

Besides, this was only the beginning. The white-haired junior had simply appeared early and gotten more scenes.

There was still a senior girl who hadn't appeared yet. At the very least, Yu Weiwei had to hold out until then.

Otherwise, if everyone became part of the Bai Shiyin Faction, how was he supposed to keep writing?

Three Hundred Taels: Just a passerby here, but honestly, Bai Shiyin is really cute.

Three Hundred Taels: But isn't Yu Weiwei pretty too? Her figure is better than Bai Shiyin's as well.

Three Hundred Taels: Being cute alone isn't enough.

Not long after he sent those few messages, the guy with Illya's profile picture immediately popped up.

Leader of the Bai Shiyin Faction: I beg to differ. Haven't you heard that cuteness is justice?

Leader of the Bai Shiyin Faction: So as long as there's cuteness, that's enough.

Leader of the Bai Shiyin Faction: Cuteness is the way! White hair is the best!

Three Hundred Taels: I think you're right, but isn't Yu Weiwei's black, long hair great too?

Three Hundred Taels: Cuteness and beauty don't conflict, do they?

Three Hundred Taels: There's no reason to reject Yu Weiwei just because Bai Shiyin is cute, right?

Perhaps because what he said made sense, a few people in the group gradually began chiming in to support him.

[Only children make choices. Adults take them all.] Several copies of that message quickly flooded the chat.

Seeing the other side rendered speechless, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he nearly laughed out loud.

Ahem, class was in session. Sneaking a look at his phone was one thing, but he had to be serious.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Nuoya tilted her head at him curiously. "You're smiling so happily."

"Ahem, nothing. Just a small victory."

Mo Xiangwen controlled his facial muscles and tried his best to restrain his smile. He glanced at her. "Nuoya, you seem pretty happy too."

"Hm? Am I?" Yan Nuoya's eyes widened slightly. "How come I didn't know?"

"Yeah, the corners of your mouth are a tiny bit higher than when you usually smile." Mo Xiangwen said without looking up. "Not by much, though."

"Mm, I see." Yan Nuoya nodded thoughtfully, then returned to her expressionless look.

Yan Nuoya seemed to ask casually, "By the way, Xiangwen, have you thought about what the teacher said?"

"You mean the matter with the teacher's daughter?"

Mo Xiangwen turned off his phone screen and pondered for a while before slowly saying, "Although you might not like hearing this, Yan Nuoya, I think it'd be better not to take it on."

"Why?"

"At the end of the day, there's a risk." Mo Xiangwen considered his wording and said as tactfully as possible, "We have no obligation to shoulder that risk or responsibility."

Yan Nuoya frowned. "Didn't the teacher say that she just can't do strenuous exercise? That walking around a little is still fine?"

"What counts as strenuous exercise?" Mo Xiangwen asked. "Running counts. Playing ball can count too."

"What if a driver happens not to notice a pedestrian and she needs to dodge in an emergency? Would that count?"

"There aren't that many cars going through the school."

"What about bicycles? It sounds like a stretch, but neither you nor I knows what her physical condition is really like."

Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "If she needs someone looking after her, I don't think her health can be that good."

Yan Nuoya silently looked at him, apparently lost in thought.

"Actually, I'd like to ask instead." Mo Xiangwen asked curiously, "Yan Nuoya, you weren't willing to accept it at first either, right? Why do you suddenly want to help the teacher now?"

"If I said it was because the teacher said she was a lot like me, so I wanted to help that girl," Yan Nuoya asked softly, "would you find that strange?"

"No, quite the opposite. I think it's good." Mo Xiangwen slowly said, "Because I want to help her too."

"It's just that, although this may sound a little arrogant, I think someone who's ill should stay put and recover properly. Isn't that best?"

"Of course, if the doctor specifically instructed her to get out more and clear her mind, then that's another matter."

"But anyway, I don't know what the situation is. What do you think? What if it's just her being willful?"

Yan Nuoya thought for a long time before slowly nodding. "I understand what you mean."

"Still, if Nuoya wants to help, I can help Nuoya." Mo Xiangwen sighed. "If it's helping a friend, then at least the reason is sufficient."

Yan Nuoya blinked. "Are you secretly trying to raise my affection for you?"

"Probably not." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "I'm just telling the truth. With the counselor vouching for us, and the two of us watching over her, the risk isn't that high."

"But no matter how small the risk is, it's still a risk. Why should I take it for a stranger when I have nothing to gain?"

Yan Nuoya fell silent for a moment, then smiled. "Then forget it. Let's refuse the teacher."

"Mm, I think that's for the best."

The moment he returned to the dorm, Zhong Taihong impatiently asked, "Old Mo, did you ask?"

"Ah, not yet. I'll ask now."

Human-Dragon Unity: @Flaked Out Pigeon Have you bought your computer yet?

Flaked Out: It just arrived. I haven't had time to tell you guys yet.

Human-Dragon Unity: Perfect. Come duo queue with me.

A Seductress: ? Why aren't you bringing the group members along? Are group members not worthy?

Human-Dragon Unity: I still have three roommates here.

A Seductress: Then why did you say duo queue? Besides, you could call me and the president too.

Human-Dragon Unity: Two of them are pretty average, and the other one's playing on a computer at medium difficulty.

Human-Dragon Unity: If you insist on enjoying this kind of match, I don't mind. It's just a matter of playing a few more games.

A Seductress: Oh, goodbye. I suddenly remembered I have something to do. Have fun.

Don't Play Holy Slash: You really should call Pigeon. Otherwise, four against six will be hard to play.

Human-Dragon Unity: So, Pigeon, are you free?

Flaked Out: Yep. Wait a moment, I'll log on right now.

Having finally found a strong duo partner, Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief.

He could carry Zhong Taihong's Stone Man to a few wins and stop him from nagging beside him all day.

"Got one. Log on."

"Can we win?" Zhong Taihong asked uneasily. "Don't brag for half the day and then lose again."

"Guaranteed win." Mo Xiangwen nodded. "Just lie down and let me carry you."

Zhong Taihong nodded. "Then I'll play Fiora."

"No, you'll play Stone Man."

"Damn it, and you still say it's a guaranteed win."

"It's guaranteed if you play Stone Man. You're the number one Stone Man on the Chinese server."

"Really?"

"Stop asking and log on."

Think About How You'll Repay Me Properly

Flaked Out: I'm online, but I don't have headphones here. I'm still in the dorm, so I won't be on voice chat with you.

Human-Dragon Unity: Fine, that's no big deal.

Without further nonsense, he immediately pulled Pigeon, who had just come online, into the party.

After matchmaking for a short while, he locked in Shaco once they entered the game, while Pigeon picked LeBlanc.

"Old Mo, two assassins?" Qin Yongfeng said in surprise. "Are we even playing for late game?"

"We can't play late game if we're behind. Pigeon and I will help you guys scale in the early game, then you guys come online in the mid game." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "If we can't end in the mid game, we'll just surrender."

"Fine, but it's only a game. Why are you frowning so hard?" Qin Yongfeng advised. "If we really can't win, then forget it."

Hearing that, Mo Xiangwen touched his brow. Sure enough, his eyebrows had nearly knit into a knot.

"It's nothing. I just thought of something. After this game, I won't play anymore. You three can keep playing."

"Something up?" Zhong Taihong asked. "Why don't you handle it first?"

"Mm." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "It's not something I can solve in a short while. Let's finish this game first."

"Fine."

Once the game started, he simply stopped thinking in Overload Mode for the time being and focused on playing.

After having his teammates help him finish Red Buff, he hit level two and rushed straight to mid. Together with Pigeon's LeBlanc, he left Orianna, who hadn't even had time to soak experience, at low health and forced both her summoners.

Orianna immediately sent a message after returning under her tower.

Orianna (All): 666, level-two Shaco with QE skilled together, Ignite, and Electrocute? You don't want to play the game anymore?

Mo Xiangwen glanced at it and couldn't be bothered to respond.

He directly gave up half his jungle to the enemy Lee Sin, then immediately turned back to visit Orianna again just as she returned to lane.

Although the enemy Lee Sin was there this time, the enemy Orianna had no Flash and was behind in levels, so Pigeon's LeBlanc still took her down directly.

Lee Sin wanted to regain some face in the jungle and salvage the situation, only to be caught red-handed by the LeBlanc who had been waiting there.

From that point on, the enemy mid laner and jungler were practically nonexistent, completely silent.

Oh, no. Their typing was filthy, but he had directly muted them.

"Old Mo, holy shit, he's pushing me under my tower and you're still not coming?"

"Don't rush. Just endure and soak experience. Your time will come sooner or later."

The other lanes were doing fairly well, but even after swapping lanes, their roaming efficiency couldn't match the coordination of the two of them.

They could only watch as the already-fed Pigeon and Mo Xiangwen roamed together and crushed every other lane one by one.

It was a rare, satisfying game, and the atmosphere throughout the dorm became much lighter.

Zhong Taihong in particular cursed while playing, "Keep spamming emotes, go on, keep spamming them. Die for me." His keyboard clattered loudly beneath his fingers.

From the extravagant way he kept using Stone Man's Flash-R to solo-engage a single top laner, it was obvious he had been holding in a bellyful of resentment.

By the end, he was even saying things like, "Let's play a bit more, a bit more," making him seem like a completely different person from the one who had previously urged them to surrender as soon as possible.