Vol 1 Chapter 37 (2/2)

“Why don’t you go watch the WCG finals?”  Slide continued to tease her.

Ai Qing continued to play the racing game.

“The result has come out already, do you know?”  Slide rested his head in his hands and slowly spoke with a smile, “The top three of Warcraft, do you know who the second place is?”

Ai Qing still played her racing game.

“Do you still remember Dt who led us to win the champions.h.i.+p at the Asian Tournament that year?”

Ai Qing continued with her racing game.

“Ah?”  Slide stopped and suddenly stood up.  “Speaking of the devil.  Dt?”

She crashed again.

“Gou Gou, get up, quick.”  Slide called her.

“Don’t you trick me again.”  Ai Qing started over on her game. “I won’t be your store’s fortune cat[1].  Unless you take down the video, I definitely won’t come by your store again.”

She sat on the floor, with her back against the counter, and continued to look at her iTouch, pondering which race track she hadn’t memorized.

Then someone knelt down next to her blocking the light.  “Battery’s low.”

The voice was flat, with a texture in between a boy and a man.

Ai Qing couldn’t believe her eyes.  The face under the hunting cap, without much expression, continued to tell her,  “Your iTouch battery is very low, it won’t last for the entire race.”

She stared at him in a daze, still a bit befuddled.

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