Chapter 396: Chapter 396: Because He is Ye Xian
“Understood.”
Chen Du hung up the driver’s phone, a grave look on his face, “President Bo, the driver said… the address is wrong, the staff at Crystal Hotel said the guest in Room 3322 moved out several days ago.”
“He even moved houses?!”
Dabai incredulously stepped back a few steps, and abruptly sat down on the table.
“It’s all over now~”
Li Mingshuo shook his head despondently, “Just with Laier joining RSG we were already at a disadvantage, and now our only trump card has vanished!”
“Ye Xian was our last hope for this match, if he doesn’t show up…”
Even the usually composed Chen Du panicked.
What exactly happened? Everything was fine just yesterday, they had even chatted with Ye Xian in the group last night.
Everything was harmonious, but today everything changed.
Laier betrayed them, Ye Xian disappeared, and among the dozen or so substitute players left, none could match Laier. Were they destined to be defeated by RSG today, to beco a joke in the esports world?
Pang Kai glanced at the ti, “There’s only forty-five minutes left, the team needs to be on stage half an hour early, there isn’t enough ti to check Ye Xian’s residence now.”
“So what should we do now?”
“Let the substitutes play!”
“Substitute AD? Do you think any of them can beat Laier? Isn’t that just throwing in the towel!”
“Sorry, the number you dialed…”
The system voice echoed three tis before Bo Tingshen hung up the phone.
The man’s lips barely moved, his dark eyes void of any light, showing no hint of emotional fluctuation.
In the arena, the announcer’s voice ca through the microphone for the first ti, notifying players to enter the stage.
The four mbers of YFD paced the room with their heads bowed, each one at the peak of agitation.
Bo Tingshen: “Get your emotions in order, prepare to go on stage.”
“But CEO, what about the last vacant spot? Which substitute should we let play?”
“No need.”
“No need?” Chen Du was shocked, “Does that an… we are giving up on this match?”
“Wait for Ye Xian.”
Chen Du: “But it’s impossible for Ye Xian to co now.”
“Yes, CEO, there are only forty minutes left. If he were coming, he would have already arrived.”
“No buts, get on stage.”
Dabai wanted to say sothing else, but hearing the man’s uncompromising tone, he was rendered speechless.
Wen Lan paused for a while, then spoke, “CEO, why do you believe he will co?”
Bo Tingshen looked up, “Because he is Ye Xian.”
…
Jiuxi Eighteen Islands, Building C, Room 2002
The curtains were half-drawn, dimly letting streaks of light into the master bedroom, falling on the large bed. Ye Xian, having finished lunch, had covered his head and gone to sleep. The clock on the wall ticked every second, growing louder and louder, so loud that it kept him from sleeping.
He abruptly threw off the covers, staring at the deer-shaped clock.
It was one forty-five in the afternoon, only forty-five minutes left until the match comnced.
By now, the YFD team must be in chaos, the match imminent yet the mbers hadn’t all arrived.
Even the usually lofty, wise and cool-headed Bo Tingshen must be desperate now?
The champion team he painstakingly raised was facing its sternest test, yet his backyard had suddenly caught fire.
Wasn’t he full of hopes? Hadn’t he invested his heart and soul?
Then she would let him taste what it felt like to see his efforts and diligence go down the drain.
‘Ding—’
A ssage popped up on the phone.
‘The 13th KPL Honor of Kings professional league finals will be held today at the Technology Exhibition Hall…’
‘Welco to the 13th KPL Honor of Kings professional league finals, I’m your host Xu Lai…’
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