Chapter 988 - A Present from the Almighty to Jiu (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Feng Yi glanced over at his little brother and laughed. Every brother would have the same thoughts when they looked at their little brother. “Ah, that little boy has finally grown up.”

After Feng Shang had done his checks, he made a call to Coco. His thoughts were pure, he wanted to comfort Coco knowing that he had been stressed out lately.

But before he could say a word, Coco cut in. “You’re going to tell me not to be bothered about how others view me, right? I know.”

“And, and…” Feng Shang had more to say and was about to start but Coco interrupted him yet again. “And my maneuvering, right? Don’t worry, I have trained well, Bro’s skills are smoother than before, I’m going to send my thousands of fangirls flying with me tomorrow.”

Feng Shang continued, “No, no…”

“What do you mean by no? Ah, the wrist guard? I’ve gotten them prepared, don’t worry.”

Feng Shang kept getting cut off. He was so frustrated his face turned red, it really wasn’t easy for a child to speak. “That wasn’t what I wanted to say, I wanted to tell you not to be anxious and to bring your bunny along.”

Coco paused and muttered, “You aren’t stuttering anymore.”

Feng Shang stiffened as well.

Coco coughed heavily. “I know, I was still anxious, which was why I said so much but I’m better now.” Coco tossed himself onto the bed, his face covered by his soft toy. “Feng Shang, we are finally going to compete with Xiangnan. In the past, there would always be rumors on how Supreme Alliance won with their looks. Even though they aren’t wrong about our looks, this time, we can finally tell everyone we are a skillful team.”

“Mmh.” Feng Shang couldn’t seem to explain it but ever since before, his heart hadn’t stopped racing. They were finally going to prove themselves in the National League. This was a dream he had never dared to think about before.

Feng Shang glanced out the window, the flame burning within his eyes made Feng Yi proud. “It’s past 11 pm, go to sleep.”

“Al-alarm clock.” Feng Shang was afraid he would oversleep.

Feng Yi chuckled. “I’ll call everyone tomorrow morning and the competition is at 11 pm. There will be ample time to prepare.”

“Alright,” he replied that one word smoothly. He walked into his room, switched off the lights and laid on the bed but couldn’t stop worrying. He sat back up and went through his things once more.

Xue Yaoyao was behaving the same way as him.

Jiang Zuo laid on the bed while he turned on his side and watched as the figure busied herself. He arched a brow until she was back beside him, with a bag in her hand.

Xue Yaoyao glanced down at the symbol on the bag. That was the Supreme Alliance’s crest, a raging flame that burned within them.

Xue Yaoyao reached out to hold her heart, she told herself to have a good sleep so that she could face the competition in her best state…

Snap!

The dart flew towards the esports poster on the wall. That year, Supreme Alliance had suffered a horrible defeat.

Lin Feng still remembered crying like a baby that year. It wasn’t because of the loss, it was because of how defeated that person looked. That seemed like the only time he was that pathetic. If only he had player better or smarter or perhaps thought things through a little more or maybe if he had persevered until their captain was back…

The entire responsibility of the team had rested on Yun Hu’s shoulders and he hadn’t helped even a bit.

Lin Feng looked at the poster he had struck before he leaped back and threw himself onto the bed.