Chapter 30 - Team Competition - Survival Mode
Victor was very dissatisfied. Although everyone was calling Lord Four 'husband', the one who was openly and honestly in contact with Lord Four, inviting Lord Four out, and chatting with Lord Four every day... was him!
Tyron shone brilliantly on the field, and everyone could appreciate his heroism, but only a select few had the opportunity to reach out and meet him in person!
When Victor thought about it like this, he suddenly felt particularly fortunate, just like the dreamy feeling he had when he blew out a fat soap bubble for the first time in his childhood.
He really liked Tyron. How could he like someone so much? Tyron had only gone off-stage for a minute, and he already missed him. How great would it be if he could see Tyron at the club or somewhere else after the game ended?
Victor thought about it a bit more then brought out his communicator to send a message to Lord Four: I'm in the competition arena watching the match. Male god, you're so handsome......
He read over it carefully, felt that it sounded too fanboy-like, and hurriedly changed it to: Add oil, male god! You're the best.
But this also seemed too ordinary and didn't give any hint of his true feelings. If he wanted it to stand out, then, even if he didn't quote from the classics, at the very least it had to strike others as brilliant at a glance, right?
Victor once again wrote out a large section of text, then used his skills to write out a beautiful outline, added in a perfect introduction and conclusion, and finally summarized all his points.
After he finished writing it, Victor read it through.
"....."
Sigh.
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Two minutes later, Victor sent out a text message: [ Add oil, male god! You're the best. ]
Because most players would block their messages while they were competing, Victor didn't expect Tyron to reply anytime soon.
But Tyron replied! And replied so quickly!
Tyron: [ You're in the audience? ]
Victor giggled uncontrollably and replied quickly: [ Yes, yes. You were amazing in the match just now! ]
His fingers unconsciously typed out 'I'm thinking about you again', but he deleted it immediately.
Although Lord Four had said that he could think of him anytime, anywhere, he shouldn't behave in such a captivated way. Seeing how Lord Four always had an iceberg like expression on his face when faced with his fans, perhaps he didn't like being chased by others at all.
So Victor looked left and right and evaded the main point, sending another text message to cover it up.
Victor: [ It's very lively at the scene - everyone admires you a lot. The venue is laid out beautifully and the game was particularly exciting, the commentary was pretty good, too. ]
A few seconds later.
Tyron: [ Well, I'm thinking about you, too. ]
"......"
Victor: Ah! Mom, I can't control myself anymore, I want to roll around on the floor in joy!
His next-door roommate: "&#k2026;&#k2026;"
Oh dear, Little Vic is as red as a tomato again.
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The halftime break seemed to be exceptionally short, and Little Vic was soon able to see Tyron again.
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Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)
Action(not mine) A master assassin transmigrates into an interstellar era. Other players were responsible for competing in the e-sports arena, while he was responsible for stringing up and beating up the other players. His sword was hidden during the peak...
