New Beginning and Future

Chapter 44: Part Two: ADC vs ADC

Summary: The battle continues between both Smiling and Chessman, with both showing they did not give a damn who they were up against, there was no mercy to be had.

Overprotective: ZGDX
Overprotective/Possessive/territorial: Chessman
Chessman is literally his own warning when it concerns his girl

Chapter Forty-Two

The moment the second round began, the energy in the room shifted entirely. Yao had won the first round, but everyone knew that Sicheng was not the type to take a loss lightly. He had been sizing her up, adjusting, recalculating, and now he was going to fight back with full force.

Yao, lips curling in amusement, knew exactly what was coming.

Sicheng hovered over his champion choice for a second longer than necessary before locking in Aphelios once again, unwavering, refusing to change his approach. Yao, just as stubborn, locked Jhin in immediately.

From behind Yao's chair, Pang, shifting his weight from foot to foot, nudged Lao K with his elbow. "I think Cheng just activated full tryhard mode, Xiao JieJie should watch out."

"Yeah, but so has she." Lao K, watching the champion loading screen, exhaled.

"Sǎozǐ doesn't lose easily. She's going to make him earn this one." Yue, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, smirked slightly.

Da Bing, seated like an emperor on the couch, flicked his tail in Yao's direction, letting out a soft, approving mrrp as if agreeing. Xiao Cong, now draped dramatically over Yao's (he refused to be removed from his mama's lap), was watching the screen intently, eyes flicking with every movement.

Madam Lu's voice cut through the room, crisp and delighted. "Ah-Cheng, if you lose again, I am personally recording this for your father."

"If I lose again, I'll send him the replay myself." Sicheng didn't even flinch.

Wei snickered. "See, now I really want to see him lose."

Ming groaned. "Please, can we at least pretend this isn't about destroying each other's pride and focus on the gameplay?"

"It's always about destroying each other's pride with these two." Rui, already done with this entire situation, muttered under his breath.

And then, the match began.

Unlike the first round, this time Sicheng didn't play patiently. He applied immediate pressure, denying Yao the early-game freedom she had used to set up her win before. He pushed, forcing her to respond to his aggression, cutting off her positioning, refusing to let her find comfort in her kiting patterns.

Yao, adjusting instantly, adapted. She didn't let him shove her into a corner, instead weaving through his attack angles, landing harassing shots where she could while constantly keeping her fourth shot primed for the right moment.

The rest of the team, watching intently, barely breathed.

"I don't think I've ever seen two ADCs play this aggressively in a one-on-one before." Lao Mao, standing near the couch, let out a low whistle.

"No fear, just pure bloodlust." Pang, wide-eyed, shook his head.

"Sǎozǐ isn't backing down, but Ge-Ge is relentless this time." Yue, watching his brother's screen, exhaled.

Da Bing, ears flicking, let out a long, drawn-out huff, as if unimpressed by the chaos. Xiao Cong, still practically glued to Yao, was now actively pawing at her thigh in encouragement.