It's getting cold-time for Wang Corporation to go bankrupt!!!

Since Shen Ting was fairly dry all over, he only went back to his room to change his clothes and did not shower.

After changing, Shen Ting returned to the living room, crossed his legs, took out his phone, and opened his usual game app.

Yan Yi was the second to come downstairs. The moment he arrived, he saw a certain teammate of his unleashing a torrent of commentary.

"Fuck! Didn't you see someone behind us? I'm dead."

"Look at all these deaths on my record. Don't you teammates have a conscience? How could you sell me out so fast?"

"They hooked me! Save me, save me! Help, help, help! Save me!" Shen Ting set his phone down dejectedly and tipped his head back in frustration.

"Do you always talk this much when you play?" Yan Yi glanced at Shen Ting's score: 0-5-5. It really did not look good.

"Wouldn't you lose your mind with a score like this? I'm a damage dealer, not a support. Shouldn't I be racking up kills?" Shen Ting was about to explode. He had been getting crushed since the game began, and now he could not fight back at all. He died whenever he came out.

"Want your big bro to carry you?" Yan Yi took out his own phone.

"You? Are you any better than me? Let me tell you, I play every night. I never miss a day." Skeptical, Shen Ting lunged over beside Yan Yi and looked at his phone screen.

"No exaggeration, I haven't lost in a week." Yan Yi scrolled through his match history. Row after row of victories stretched on endlessly.

"Bro! God-tier player! Carry me! Take me to the top!" Shen Ting knew when to bend. His previously defiant face instantly turned ingratiating.

"It's not out of the question. It's just that my shoulders are a little..."

"Bro! Is this pressure okay? Does it feel good?" Understanding instantly, Shen Ting put down his phone and massaged Yan Yi's shoulders.

"All right. Log in and add me. Play support and follow me." Yan Yi picked up his phone and logged into his account.

"You got it, bro! What's your username? I'll search for you." Shen Ting happily picked up his phone and sat beside Yan Yi.

"Zhu Ganglie Solo Debut." Yan Yi calmly announced his peculiar gaming ID.

"What?" Shen Ting turned his head in confusion.

"What? Can't type it?" Yan Yi raised an eyebrow.

"No, no. I just thought the name was pretty interesting. Believe me, I definitely don't think it's slapdash." Remembering that he still needed this guy to carry him, Shen Ting had no choice but to change his wording.

"All right, let me see. You're Next-Door Wang the CEO?" The corner of Yan Yi's mouth twitched.

"Great name, right? Haven't you heard of the next-door Mr. Wang in domineering CEO novels?" Shen Ting looked smug.

"No." Yan Yi shook his head.

"It's getting cold. Time for Wang Corporation to go bankrupt." Shen Ting's voice was deep and low.

[Zhu Ganglie and Next-Door Wang are the big winners this round.]

[Dead memories suddenly attacked me. The first victim of domineering CEO novels has appeared.]

[The more I watch, the more I ship them, girls.]

[It's getting cold-time for Wang Corporation to go bankrupt!!!]

"Stay close!" Yan Yi stared at his phone screen with a serious expression, his two fingers working nonstop.

"Got it, bro! Someone's behind us! Someone's behind us! Someone's behind me!"

"Help, help, help! I'm dead."

While Shen Ting was calling for help in the game, the other guests came downstairs one after another.

Meng Yun picked up an apple from the table and watched the two in front of him as he ate.

"Get on me! Get on me!"

"Getting on you, getting on you, getting on you!!!"

Bai Yuanyuan had just come downstairs when she heard those two lines, and her mouth fell open in shock.

"Those two have already progressed that far?"

"And Shen Ting's on top? I never would've guessed. With that little frame of his, he can actually take the high ground?"

Bai Yuanyuan shook her head in disbelief as she spoke.

"What are you thinking? They're probably playing a game." Meng Yun shook his head.

"Oh, so that's it. Gave me a fright." Bai Yuanyuan also picked up an apple and started eating.

After holding on through ten assists, Shen Ting finally had his last sliver of health poked away by the enemy.

Shen Ting happily put down his phone. Whew, that chaotic fight had felt amazing!!!

Su Yu and Mao Jingjing came downstairs just then, too.

Both seemed to be wearing carefully applied makeup, especially Mao Jingjing, who had not only put thought into her outfit but was also carrying an expensive-looking bag.

When Shen Ting saw Su Yu, he instinctively turned to look at the kitchen nearby. The bottom protagonist had probably come down now to find the top protagonist in the kitchen. After all, the top protagonist had grown up in luxury-when had he ever set foot in a kitchen? Surely the bottom protagonist would take this opportunity to go in and comfort him, while also playing up their pairing for the cameras to gain some traffic.

But reality was completely different from what Shen Ting had imagined.

After coming downstairs, Su Yu did not even glance at the kitchen. He came straight to the living room and sat beside Yan Yi, who was playing his game.

Not to be outdone, Mao Jingjing walked over to Shen Ting, shoved him aside, and nestled beside Yan Yi.

Shen Ting stared blankly at the woman trying her hardest to squeeze between him and Yan Yi, then laughed in anger.

Shen Ting would never put himself out for someone else's benefit. He grabbed the woman beside him and pushed her away.

"If there's something wrong with your eyes, get it treated. Look at how much space you take up, and you're trying to squeeze into that tiny gap? What, are you some bigwig I'm supposed to give up my seat for?" Shen Ting's mouth rattled like a machine gun, leaving Mao Jingjing no chance to retort.

"You!" Mao Jingjing looked furious.

"You what? Untwist your tongue before you talk to me." Shen Ting spoke without even raising his head as he watched his phone screen light up again.

"Shen Ting, you've gone too far. I only wanted to sit beside Brother Yan and watch him play. How could you say that to me?" Looking aggrieved, Mao Jingjing turned to Yan Yi.

Yan Yi was completely focused on the battle on his phone and could not spare Mao Jingjing so much as a glance.

"Shen Ting, get on me! Hurry, my ult's ready!"

"Coming, coming! I'm getting on you!" Shen Ting sprang up from the sofa in excitement.

"We won!!!" Shen Ting happily threw himself straight into Yan Yi's arms.

Yan Yi's face was also full of smiles.

Just as both of them were in a good mood, a voice suddenly sounded beside them, ruining the atmosphere.

"Brother Yi, could you carry me for a round, too? I'm really bad at games." Su Yu looked at Yan Yi expectantly.

Only then did Yan Yi notice that Su Yu had suddenly taken a seat beside him.

"No." Yan Yi refused without hesitation.

"Why?" Su Yu persisted.

"If you know you're bad, why would you drag me down?"

The moment Yan Yi finished, Shen Ting and Meng Yun could not help bursting into laughter.

"Bro, that makes sense." Meng Yun gave him a thumbs-up.

"Beautifully said, gaming god." Shen Ting got up out of Yan Yi's arms.

Su Yu cursed inwardly. Such a good-looking face, wasted on that mouth.

[Isn't Yan Yi being way too petty? He can't even play one game with him?]

[Commenter above, stop guilt-tripping him. Whether he plays with him is Yan Yi's choice.]

[Exactly. Besides, Yan Yi wasn't wrong. If you know you suck, why come drag me down?]

[They hugged, they hugged! Shen Ting and Yan Yi hugged! Today's sugar intake is already over the limit.]

[That smile of Yan Yi's was so doting! If those two aren't real, then I'm fake.]

[What's going on with Mao Jingjing? Didn't she like Si Chen this morning? Why did she suddenly insist on sitting beside Yan Yi? Isn't she moving on a little too fast?]

[Yeah, yeah, and what she said was so fake and manipulative! I hate people like that the most.]