Lucas heard a banging sound coming from the wall, scaring Chloe Grant. Her face changed, and she quickly flipped over, hiding under the covers, wrapping herself up like a cocoon.
She didn’t even dare to cry.
...
At this ti, in the room next door, Matthew Morgan was leaning casually against the wall.
He was eager to take a shower, but the angry voices coming from his phone forced him to stop.
The phone screen showed Chloe Grant’s ga in an idle state.
This ga was a ten-person tower defense ga, 5vs5, and Chloe Grant was idling. The other four teammates were defeated by the opposing team, and their towers were nearly destroyed. The teammates kept cursing at Chloe Grant.
Matthew Morgan tilted his head, unemotionally typed a few words: What use are you?
After typing, he controlled the character inside, charging at the five opponents, taking one down in less than a second, and swiftly taking down the remaining four.
When the teammates revived, the opponents were already wiped out.
Complints poured in from the teammates through the phone, but Matthew Morgan just turned off the sound, taking down opponents as they revived, turning the ga into a victory.
As the ga ended, Matthew Morgan’s mood also relaxed.
He glanced over Chloe Grant’s ga stats briefly, which he could only describe in four words: a dreadful sight.
Playing so poorly, yet so addicted.
And also...
"Such an idiotic ga."
Matthew Morgan sighed with a slight smile, naturally heading to the couch in the room, casually sitting down, leg up, starting another ga.
Staring at the phone screen, his beautiful lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.
...
When Chloe Grant woke up the next day, it was already past ten in the morning, with the phone on the bedside, and Matthew Morgan already at the company.
Since it was sumr vacation, Chloe Grant lived freely every day.
She was barely awake, quickly grabbing her phone, opening the ga, anticipating that she must have ssed up the previous ga and would be accused again...
"What?" When Chloe Grant looked at her ga stats, she was utterly dumbfounded.
It had battle records, showing all victories and MVP in every match.
MVP, the player with the highest contribution in a match.
Moreover, her previously dreadful ga rank had suddenly soared to tenth server-wide.
Her level was already at the top.
Chloe Grant was just dumbfounded beyond belief.
After looking through a bunch of records, she finally put down her phone, tilted her head, "Could it be that Matthew Morgan was helping play gas yesterday?"
"So, he snatched the phone because he wanted to play himself?"
And was so aggressive about taking the phone.
Tch!
If you want to play the ga, just say so. It’s not like I wouldn’t let you. Seriously.
...
At this ti, Morgan Group.
Matthew Morgan had just finished a morning eting that lasted an hour, carrying files as he headed to his office, his expression serious and slightly tired.
As the secretary opened the door, he massaged his brow, "Coffee."
"Sure, Mr. Morgan." The secretary responded, and after Matthew Morgan entered the office, she closed the door and went to prepare coffee.
The secretary had the coffee ready, was about to deliver it when Lucas Morgan arrived, so she handed the coffee over.
Inside the office, Matthew Morgan had a grim look, constantly rubbing his brow with his index finger.
Seeing this, Lucas’s expression turned serious as well. He quickly walked over, placing the coffee on the table, "Bro, are you overdoing it again..."
"No." Matthew Morgan interrupted Lucas directly, taking the coffee, sipping it nonchalantly, and, as he put it down, casually remarked, "Just played gas all night yesterday."
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