The eSports King's Crush Chapter 2

Amidst the throng of people, support posters were being hoisted everywhere, their fans' intense enthusiasm a wildfire threatening to consume everything in its path.

Mo Bei lowered her gaze, her eyes falling upon a support poster dropped by its owner right at her feet.

The front proudly displayed 'Almighty K,' while the reverse simply read 'I like you.'

Almost instinctively, Mo Bei stooped to retrieve it…

Wang Dongdong, standing beside her, suddenly appeared enlightened, his expression fraught with distress. “Idol, I truly believed you’d moved on. I never suspected this was your grand scheme! Did you learn that Almighty K mentioned in an interview that he prefers neat and tidy individuals? Is that why you’ve reverted to dyeing your hair black? Such meticulous plotting! You’re far too cunning!”

Mo Bei opened her mouth, intending to state that her hair had always been this particular color. However, it then dawned on her that she was currently impersonating her brother. A wry smile touched her lips, a silent testament to her helplessness.

“Idol, seriously! For my own survival, you truly can’t cling to your past ways!” Wang Dongdong declared with a solemn visage. “You can forget about encountering Almighty K here. Let’s go, we need to leave this instant!”

Mo Bei found the situation rather amusing. “You’re escalating things unnecessarily.”

“Have you forgotten how you clung to his leg, attempting to confess your feelings?” Wang Dongdong, resembling a living emoticon, pressed on. “You think I’m overreacting? Back then, I truly erred by not stepping in to prevent you!”

Mo Bei’s steps faltered for a brief moment, the words she was about to speak swallowed back. Had she actually clung to his leg to confess?

“Quick! Let’s depart immediately!” Wang Dongdong continued to urge her onward, fearing that if Unpopular laid eyes on Almighty K, they’d be rendered immobile!

Mo Bei offered no further explanation. Through the crowd, she could faintly discern the distinctive black-and-red team uniform.

As the soon-to-be new recruit, she possessed an identical uniform packed within her luggage.

This must be destiny… A subtle curl graced Mo Bei’s thin lips. Just as she resolved to navigate towards the exit with the least number of people, she turned, only to collide with something unexpectedly.

The encounter was startlingly abrupt. The man’s long legs took a step back, yet he couldn’t fully evade the impact…

“Almighty K!”

The assistant trailing the man attempted to pull his young master away, but it was simply too late.

The pair had already collided, finding themselves locked in an exceedingly compromising position.

The tip of her nose grazed against fabric. Before Mo Bei could register any pain, a captivating aroma, a blend of tobacco and lemon, assailed her senses.

The man before her regarded her with a frown. His posture was slightly hunched as he bent, and his team uniform had slid down somewhat due to her tugging, exposing a tantalizing collarbone. Through her startled gaze, she perceived his almost ethereal, cool, fair skin, reminiscent of exquisite porcelain.

Suddenly, Mo Bei became aware that she appeared to be held within his embrace.

Her face brushed against the lingering warmth of the man’s chest, so heated that Mo Bei felt a touch of dizziness. Her limbs felt completely frozen.

Perhaps their proximity was too great, for as Mo Bei looked up, she felt as though she could discern the very essence of his breath.

Thankfully, he was masked. A mask of pure black concealed his face, revealing only a pair of soulful eyes that emanated a chilling aura. His gaze was so devoid of emotion that it sent a shiver down one’s spine…

She recognized this individual.

Even though he remained masked, her senses couldn't be mistaken.

Mo Bei clearly recalled an incident from a year prior.

A lone figure, without any reliance on teammates, had fearlessly charged towards the opposing team's fountain. Despite facing a five-on-one disadvantage, he had masterfully turned the tide of the match, ultimately clinching the championship.

From that moment onward, that player ID had been seared into her memory: King…