Yan Ci had no idea that someone was currently maligning his image from afar.
Even if he knew... it seemed like there was nothing he could do about it.
Yan Ci raised his hand and threw the mouse he was holding at Yan Xianjue. Yan Xianjue reflexively tried to catch it, and Yan Ci had assumed he would.
But they had clearly both forgotten one thing—this was a wired mouse.
Yan Ci: "..."
The mouse dropped midway, tugged down by its cord, and Yan Ci inexplicably had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, a variation of something he had often heard during his school days burst from Yan Xianjue's mouth. "Yan Ci, you're a professional esports player. Your mouse is your weapon. Is this how you throw your weapon to someone else when you're on the battlefield?"
Yan Ci: "..."
He knew it.
Yan Ci pinched the bridge of his nose and asked calmly, "Should I leave, then?"
Yan Xianjue: "Ahem, ahem. Enter the dungeon, enter the dungeon."
As the brothers bickered, faint chuckles drifted through the channel. But once they realized others were laughing too, everyone's laughter gradually became more brazen.
Yan Xianjue narrowed his eyes and said with a threatening undertone, "I'll kill all of you later."
Yan Ci rolled his eyes at his childish remark. Then, where Yan Xianjue could not see, he sent a message in the chat box: "WHEN ARE YOU GUYS COMING BACK!!!!"
A minute after the message was sent, no one replied in the group.
Five minutes after the message was sent, Yan Wan burst into laughter in the group chat. "Patting Little Ci's head. Your sister will be back tomorrow."
Yan Ci: "..."
Yan Ci was still trapped at the first boss with Yan Xianjue and his useless classmates.
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