After leaving Yanhua Xueyue Manor, Jun Wangchen did not linger outside. He took a ride straight back to Jinling University and returned to Dormitory Room 520.
At that moment, their eldest roommate, Zhang Zhengxiao, was clutching his phone, his eyes bulging and his face twisted with rage.
Anyone who did not know better would have thought someone had stolen his underwear.
"Fuck, you're trash yourselves, and you're flaming me? Listen up! I've played over two thousand matches of King of Glory and thrown more than nineteen hundred of them. I'm an expert in every way of insulting teammates.
"I've sold out teammates thirty thousand times and mastered the timing for kill steals. My corpse has lain in every corner of Summoner's Rift. I've perfected over a thousand extreme ways to feed and have more than eight hundred excuses for going AFK.
"At peace, I go AFK and flame my team; at war, I dive towers and feed. Advancing, I take on five alone; retreating, I wait for the six-minute surrender. Up front, I kick wounded enemies to safety; behind, I wall off my teammates. Still, I vanish for a century; moving, I travel a thousand miles to hand out godlike kill streaks.
"Keep running your mouths, and I swear I'll drag every one of you from Challenger down to Bronze V."
Beside Zhang Zhengxiao, Wang Nuli was also gritting his teeth. "Flash in bravely to hand over first blood, sell out teammates without looking back. Throw when ahead, surrender when behind. How much sorrow can one man bear? Four trolls on a five-man team, leaving him to fight all nine!"
Seeing the two of them looking ready to sharpen their knives for slaughter, Jun Wangchen was at a loss. His gaze shifted to Ke JiusI beside them.
Ke JiusI was