The eSports King's Crush Chapter 5

The entire classroom's collective gaze was fixed, astonished, finding it difficult to connect the composed, princely figure before them with the ill-tempered Mo Nan they knew.

At last, a student with dyed yellow hair managed to find his voice. “Bro, Brother Nan?”

“Mm?” Mo Bei recognized the young man; he was a classmate and friend of her brother, Zhao Jianjian.

“Brother Nan, what happened to you? If you’re like this, how are we supposed to go collect protection fees from those nerds at No.1 Middle School across the street?”

Mo Bei couldn't help but sigh inwardly, wondering how many secrets her brother had kept from her.

“Brother Nan, stop sighing. I know you're upset about the competition, but we’ve got a fight scheduled with No.1 Middle School this evening in the back field. Why don’t you go change clothes and save face?” Zhao Jianjian stated with utmost seriousness. “Otherwise, they won’t grasp our ferocity!”

Mo Bei placed her backpack down, her voice cool and measured, “We should pay attention in class first.”

Pay. Attention. In. Class?

Zhao Jianjian could never have fathomed these words coming from Brother Nan, the notorious truant!

What did they typically do during class?

They played mobile games under their desks, undetected by teachers.

They teased girls from other classes.

When had they ever paid attention during lessons?

Zhao Jianjian remained unconvinced. It was out of character for Brother Nan to not discuss something as crucial as a pre-arranged fight. He pulled out his phone and sent a message to their group chat: “Brother Nan, are you here?”

Class 4 socialite: “Why are you looking for Brother Nan?”

Class 3 wolf: “He probably ran out of cigarettes and is looking for some.”

Class 5 yellow hair: “Scheduled fight, serious matter. Don’t interrupt.”

Class 4 socialite: “That’s indeed serious business. Brother Nan, get over here quickly!”

The phone nestled within the desk drawer vibrated incessantly. The noise drew Mo Bei's gaze, but her expression remained impassive.

Zhao Jianjian gestured with his eyes, urging her to check her phone.

To his surprise, Brother Nan actually retrieved his phone. However, mere moments later…

Zhao Jianjian received a WeChat notification. “Chief Brother Nan” had exited the chat group?

This was incredibly awkward!

Was today's scheduled fight still happening?

Clearly, Mo Bei no longer held the deciding vote.

As she picked up her backpack, preparing to leave and address her accommodation arrangements.

A group of individuals were gathered on the field outside the school. Initially, they didn't recognize her. Upon a closer look, however, cigarettes dropped from their lips as they reached out to stop her. “Look who it is! Our professional player, Young Master Mo. What a shame you’re useless now.”

“You even dyed your hair and brought a backpack. Planning to turn over a new leaf?” The boy, clad in a uniform, bent down. His gaze was filled with disdain. “Scum from a trash school like you should just rot. Still dreaming of clinging to Almighty K? Have some shame.”

Hearing this, Mo Bei lifted her head momentarily.

Zhao Jianjian, observing from a distance, sensed the escalating tension. He hurried over, whispering urgently to the easily provoked Brother Nan, “Don’t be reckless. We’re outnumbered. Fighting isn’t worth it.”

It was a two-versus-ten situation. In any competition, they’d be annihilated.

Furthermore, Brother Nan’s tough exterior masked a weak fighter. He was a paper tiger in a real brawl.

A quick escape strategy was imperative.

Zhao Jianjian glanced sideways, intending to signal Brother Nan.

Yet, before he could even blink, he heard the rush of wind past his ear.

The students from No.1 Middle School had raised their baseball bats.

They were finished. Both he and Brother Nan were doomed!

Just as Zhao Jianjian covered his head, bracing for impact and preparing to curl into a ball on the ground, a dull thud echoed!