Chapter 567: The Bet
"This..."
"Stop humming and hawing, it’s decided, Big Brother Xiao, I’ll be waiting for you at the school entrance—oh no, I an the school’s basketball court."
Xiao Yi was still hesitant, wanting to say sothing, but Wang Xiaohu had already interrupted his reluctance, said his piece loudly, and hung up the phone.
"You all just wait, Big Brother Xiao will be here soon, and then, you’ll see just how aweso he is!"
After hanging up the phone, Wang Xiaohu looked smug as he turned to the several boys around his age, a triumphant look on his face, his eyes mischievously glancing at one husky boy, "Fatty, don’t forget our bet. If you lose, no playing the sore loser, your PSP will beco mine!"
"Hmph, do I look like the kind of person who would renege on a bet?"
Decked out in adidas sportswear, yet unable to exude any air of athleticism, the portly youth with a chubby face and eyes that radiated defiance scoffed at Wang Xiaohu, "If you lose later, don’t forget what you said, heh heh, barking like a dog and crawling around the basketball court sounds quite enjoyable to ! Competing with my Wang in gaming? StarCraft? Warcraft? That’s a joke."
"Haha... Wang Xiaohu turns into Wang Xiaogou..."
"Hahaha......"
The several boys next to the husky one, each with a look of satisfaction on their faces, also laughed out loud. They were all Fatty’s lackeys and knew full well his abilities—they didn’t believe anyone could surpass Fatty in electronic sports gas like StarCraft and Warcraft.
"Brother Hu, can we really rely on your Brother Xiao?"
"Yeah, Brother Hu, maybe we shouldn’t bet with them after all."
"........."
Standing next to Wang Xiaohu were several boys from evidently another camp, wearing markedly different attire that made them seem very ordinary. Seeing the look of triumph on Fatty and his group’s faces, they couldn’t help but reveal a hint of anxiety and turned to Wang Xiaohu.
They knew just how formidable Fatty was. Despite his plump and sowhat clumsy appearance, the guy was really impressive. He was quite young, but had already participated in nurous dostic and international e-sports competitions, and had won quite a few awards. It was said that in the entire G City gaming circle, he held a significant Jianghu status.
In this school as well, he was a person of note. The students hadn’t stopped talking about him, and if not for his overweight figure and very average looks, probably nurous girls would have thrown themselves at him. Even now, whenever he showed up, he still received flowers from many girls. It was said that there were also many girls sending him flowers, gifts, and love letters.
There was no way around it, who could bla him for being rich? Every ti he appeared, it was in a car, dressed in designer brands from head to toe.
"Hmph, you don’t need to worry. Soon they’ll learn how to spell ’death’."
Wang Xiaohu looked down on them contemptuously and sneered, "Once I get my hands on his deluxe PSP, each of us can take turns playing with it for a day!"
At the ntion of the PSP, he couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva; it was a top-notch item, reportedly brought back from White Tiger Country by Fatty’s relative. It was a high-end item, sold on the market for several thousand yuan.
Thinking that the PSP would soon beco his possession, he couldn’t contain his excitent.
As for Xiao Yi’s abilities, he had absolute confidence. The shock that Xiao Yi had given him during that afternoon of playing gas at his house still lingered in his heart, impossible to dissipate.
He believed that Xiao Yi was a genius of the sort that ca once in a lifeti.
Because no matter the ga, it seed Xiao Yi needed just a few minutes to pick it up before he could beat him effortlessly, leaving him without the slightest chance to fight back. Keep in mind that Wang Xiaohu, although not as fierce as Fatty and consistently defeated by him, was also a longstanding figure in the gaming world, a local tyrant in his own right.
So, after losing to Fatty today and seeing his victorious deanor, he couldn’t help but think about getting Xiao Yi to co and avenge him, to get even. That’s why he blurted out about having his cousin co and clean up Fatty.
He simply couldn’t stand Fatty’s smugness. Wang Xiaohu occupied his own place in the school’s hierarchy... how could he endure this indignity? Actually, his repeated defeats were because he couldn’t stand Fatty’s smug attitude... but until now, he had always been determined in his heart to beat Fatty himself, to exact revenge and settle the score.
But today, he just couldn’t endure it any longer, and the consecutive severe losses had given him a profound sense of defeat. He truly felt powerless, which is why he finally thought of seeking external help, and thus, he thought of Xiao Yi...
Unexpectedly, the fatty, upon hearing his words, actually sneered with a look of disdain and pronounced that it didn’t matter who Wang Xiaohu brought in; he wouldn’t be worried, nor would he be defeated. He even threw out a bold statent, asserting that if the person Wang Xiaohu found could beat him, he would gift his premium PSP to Wang Xiaohu.
This enraged Wang Xiaohu so much that, staring at the fatty’s smug expression, he almost couldn’t resist punching him right then and there, to make his fat face even fatter...
Luckily, he had learned from last ti and was no longer so impulsive. In the end, he held back, only clenching his teeth and warning the fatty not to regret it...
Seeing that Wang Xiaohu seed to be serious, the fatty’s eyes spun around before he suggested that if he lost, Wang Xiaohu should bark like a dog while crawling around the basketball court...
Although Wang Xiaohu was quite reluctant to agree to a bet that was clearly intended to humiliate him, seeing the fatty’s arrogant deanor and thinking of Xiao Yi’s capabilities, he gritted his teeth and accepted the bet, making the fatty promise not to go back on his word. He then imdiately took out his phone and dialed Xiao Yi’s number.
"Humph, you probably don’t know the aning of ’death,’ daring to challenge Young Master Wang. Don’t you know that Young Master Wang is renowned in G City as a competitive gaming genius?"
A young man standing beside the fatty, dressed in a branded sports outfit that made him appear tall and handso, looked down on Wang Xiaohu with contempt after hearing his words, and said with a sneer, "Let tell you, last year, Young Master Wang was taken in as a disciple by Teacher Zhuang, who spotted his talent. With a year of personal coaching from Teacher Zhuang, his skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he just won a provincial championship recently! Do you know who Teacher Zhuang is? Looking at you bumpkins, you probably don’t. He’s the one who was known as the ’King of Competitive Gaming’ eight years ago, the gold dalist at the World College Gaming Competition!"
The other youngsters also looked at Wang Xiaohu with a mix of contempt and pride on their faces, while the fatty’s expression was even more smug, his eyebrows seemingly raised to the top of his forehead.
Crack!
Hearing the young man’s words, all the youngsters’ hearts sank involuntarily.
They were genuinely unaware of who Teacher Zhuang was, and they didn’t quite understand the significance of his title, either. Although they were all students who loved playing video gas casually, just for fun, their main focus was still on studying, reading, and getting into college. They had never participated in any official competitions or training. Coming from ordinary families, they didn’t have the opportunity to learn those things.
Therefore, they were completely unaware of the professional jargon and competitions, but just the title alone sounded incredibly formidable to them.
World college student... that’s world-class...
A student taught by a world-class figure, and who had just won a provincial championship... Did the person Wang Xiaohu had brought in stand a chance?
Wang Xiaohu’s heart skipped a beat as well. He had not anticipated that the fatty was so formidable, a professional with a coach’s training. He suddenly realized why his own skills seed to worsen with each ga they played...
Doubts began to fill his mind. Xiao Yi hadn’t received any training, and he hardly ever seed to play the ga, as evident from his performance the last ti he played at Wang Xiaohu’s house. Could he actually prevail over this guy?
"Xiaohu..."
"Maybe..."
A few young friends began to speak out again, ready to persuade Wang Xiaohu to give up the bet.
"Don’t worry, you guys. My Big Brother Xiao definitely won’t lose!"
Hearing his friends’ words and glancing at those arrogant fellows beside him, especially the fatty’s smug look, Wang Xiaohu’s competitive spirit was ironically stoked. What was there to fear? If he lost, he’d just act like a dog and crawl around once; there was no real loss, just a mont of embarrassnt!
A true man doesn’t flee from battle; losing a ga is no defeat. If he conceded now, who knows what those guys would say and how they would humiliate him.
Besides, it’s not a certainty that Big Brother Xiao will lose!
Seeing the resolve on Wang Xiaohu’s face, his friends sighed and no longer said a word. They all knew Wang Xiaohu was stubborn; once he decided on sothing, it was hard to change his mind.
The fatty and the others on the side watched them with contemptuous sneers, as if they had already settled on their inevitable loss, exuding a confidence of holding the winning ticket.
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