Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 233: One-on-One Challenge

Lou Ting suddenly widened his eyes.

Brother?!

"You two treat as a brother?"

The Cherry Lover Yingtao: "...Not really..."

"Then will you be my girlfriend?"

Ruan Yingtong looked at the unreasonable ssage he sent and finally understood how he got the na Lou SanSui.

The Cherry Lover Yingtao: "Scram."

"Pitiful (emoji)"

Ruan Yingtong ignored him, and he waited one minute, two minutes... five minutes without seeing her reply or "The other person is typing..."

He exited WeChat feeling downcast and stood in front of the mirror, deep in thought.

His phone started ringing, and he picked up without much enthusiasm.

"Young Master Lou, are you attending Tianxi at six tonight?"

"Not going..." Lou Ting decisively declined, feeling low, but three seconds later a thought popped into his head, "Are there any beauties?"

He waited half a minute without hearing another word over the phone, frowned, glanced at the screen, and was still on the call, slightly annoyed, he said, "Speak up, are you deaf?"

"Ah... Yes, there are. Young Master Lou, just say the word and you can have as many as you want."

"Then fine, call as many as there are."

An Ziyi hung up the phone in a daze, checked the call log several tis to confirm it was indeed Lou Ting, and then his head buzzed.

What upset Young Master Lou?

He normally never brought won when he went to places like Tianxi, and he wouldn’t allow his brothers to bring any either, yet this ti he suddenly asked them to bring beauties?

And the more the better!

"Holy shit!" He hurriedly started notifying his friends on the phone, "Hey, bro! Call more beauties tonight! Don’t worry about Young Master Lou, just do as he said..."

...

Yun Yue had just received a complaint from Ruan Yingtong, saying Lou Ting had gone crazy and actually asked her to be his girlfriend. Yun Yue’s eyes narrowed with dangerous intent.

He’s beco audacious!

He had just spoken with her and then went to Ruan Yingtong with the sa lines, could anyone be more frivolous?

He was playing house!

"Anyway, I think he must be under so kind of distress. An Ziyi told he called a bunch of girls to Tianxi to play, all with Lou Ting’s consent. Should I go and talk so sense into him?"

Ruan Yingtong had an overflowing maternal heart; she felt that at this mont, Lou Ting must need so comfort.

She originally didn’t want to let her go, as who knows what he was up to, but the words changed on her lips, "Do you want to go?"

"Yeah! I don’t want to see him too upset." Ruan Yingtong stuffed her mouth, the female lead in "Molan Pavilion" was especially thin, and to better fit the image of the character, she had been dieting before entering the cast and even controlled her diet during filming. After the wrap, she began to eat indulgently.

There were grilled fish, braised pork, roasted lamb chops... on the table in front of her.

Her phone was aside, as she ate and talked on the phone, her mouth greasy, her hand holding a large lamb chop, heartily gnawing at the at.

Despite the greasiness, who could bla her? Her stomach hadn’t had oil for months, and she was utterly craving it.

"Then you go." Yun Yue had no intention of stopping her, her slightly twinkling eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Right? I think I need to give him a good lesson; this is not okay. If he keeps this up, what if so witless woman drugs him, or if he gets carried away with drink..."

Ruan Yingtong didn’t dare consider it further, as she had seen too much of such things in the entertainnt industry. Those won would stop at nothing for a higher position.

Lou Ting had been keeping himself clean before, not giving those won any opportunities, but if he continued like this, she was worried not about the ’ifs’ but the ’whens.’

Thinking this, she sped up her eating, wanting to finish quickly and go find him.

"Gotta hang up now, let enjoy the deliciousness all by myself."

Yun Yue hung up the phone with a smile in her eyes and noticed it was already three in the afternoon.

She grabbed a pile of sugar-coated candies beside her and tossed them into the trash can, strutting into the ward with her hands in her pockets.

Not long after she entered, Liu Lanfang woke up. She sat on the bed, playing a ga with the volu on loud.

She was playing on an alternate account but still ranked in the Eternal Magic Diamond division.

The division was a mixed bag of all sorts—with both the good and the bad—the worse they played, the louder they talked, always keen on bla shifting.

She usually played with her mic off, preferring to use voice input.

She was still playing jungle, helped the shooter gank three tis, but sohow the enemy still managed to suppress her lane and pinged her every ti she died.

She outright ignored such childish behavior; picking a quarrel with them would just be stupid.

Maybe the shooter insulted her too offensively, even her teammates couldn’t stand it, with the support typing a ssage to her.

"Jungle, if the shooter insults you one more ti, it’s really nasty."

Then the shooter lashed out at both of them, "Support, can you even play? Haven’t you seen the enemy support always sticking with their shooter? What are you, sleepwalking?!"

She was speechless. Bad as it was to suck, but to shift the bla was even worse, showing no self-awareness at all.

The best way to deal with such people was to ignore them, so she blocked all ssages from that person.

Eight minutes in and he started to openly feed, running straight into the enemy tower to die as soon as he revived.

She didn’t want to bother with him, but that didn’t an her other teammates were as patient.

She didn’t block the other teammates’ texts, and imdiately the other three started flaming the feeder.

"You’re really disgusting."

"Cursed with bad luck to end up with a teammate like you."

"People like you must really be lacking love."

"Keep feeding, with the jungle going wild killing, we can still win 4 vs 5!"

"What rubbish, worthless trash!"

Since he died too many tis, his kills were worth next to nothing—the enemy didn’t even care to attack him, as even a neutral monster was worth more.

In the end, they won 4 against 5. Leaving the ga, the shooter tried to add her, with a note, "What kind of bull or horse are you?"

She scoffed, licked her red lips with a wicked, wild smile and a hint of bloodthirst in her eyes.

She even considered quitting the ga altogether, not to ntion not planning to report him, yet this guy had the nerve to co after her.

She didn’t give him the ti of day, just declined. But he added her again, "One-on-one, are you scared?!"

She agreed instantly. Upon entering his profile, she found out that he was actually an officially certified strear. She checked his commonly used heroes, then set up a 1v1 room and pulled him in.

He also accepted instantly and started the match right away.

Her fingers swiped nonchalantly over the screen, picking at random one of the heroes he had played last.

Once in the loading screen, it turned out they picked the sa hero.

She loosened up her fingers and wrist, then picked up her phone, her expression blasé as she controlled her in-ga hero.

1V1 used to be her go-to mode for training YYD team mbers, considered quite easy for her, yet a nightmare for them, making them doubt their professional e-sports careers.

The reason YYD team mbers had such strong resilience and ntal toughness was all thanks to her training in 1V1 mode.

But today, she’d show no rcy. He was a strear, huh? She’d make him so frustrated he’d introvert, see how he’d stream then!

Clearing minion waves at the start, it was clear this hero was his forte, considering his provincial ranking. After clearing the minions, they fought, and she killed him with half her health left.

After the second wave of minions, she was level four, while he was just level two; it was safe to say he was already out of the ga.