The Seventh Security Bureau: Zhiyan - Chapter 3

Chapter 3
I got together with Fu Siyan because he chased me.

Only later did I find out it was because, like Tang Nansheng, I also liked playing AD carry.

He was a model boyfriend. When we duo-queued, he’d give me red buff, blue buff, and kills. He was also gentle and generous with me normally.

Most importantly, we were teammates. We had a shared goal to chase.

I originally thought we were a perfect, ideal, heaven-made match.

That was why, when he got me killed for Tang Nansheng’s sake, the despair hit so hard.

He could not love me, but he had no right to sully a match with dirty tricks.

In my past life, when I was near death, Fu Siyan confessed to me and I only felt disgust.

He, like Tang Nansheng, didn’t deserve to be a professional player.

“Really? You never mentioned her,” someone said.

“I’m level six. Come gank my lane and we’ll tower-dive soon.”

Yelang replied, “Sure! Four-man dive on bot, right? Let me clear this wave with Brother Fu first.”

On the screen, Tang Nansheng was still typing: “Siyan, you’ve gotten much better at the game now.

“Remember when we were at that internet cafe tournament and you said you’d definitely become a pro one day?

“Congratulations.”

Fu Siyan: “You too. Even better.”

Tang Nansheng: “Even better than Zyan?”

Zyan is my in-game ID.

Ah Yu clicked his tongue. “That chick doesn’t look like a good person to me!”

Ah Yu truly is a great teammate.

While farming minions, I typed: [You’ll need to try a bit harder if you want to be better than me.]

Tang Nansheng: [I’ll work hard.]

Tch.

I deliberately walked into a harmless skill to bait her, pretending to retreat.

Tang Nansheng, eager to get a hit in, chased after me and attacked.

“Lailai, use your ability.”

Lailai and I have been in sync for two years, and he immediately locked down Tang Nansheng’s champion.

I followed up with damage, used my ultimate to dodge incoming damage, Flashed forward, and killed Tang Nansheng right in front of HT’s support.

“No need for the four-man dive. The enemy bot lane is trash.”

Hearing that, Fu Siyan missed a cannon minion.

“Zhiyan, don’t be so harsh,” he said.

I tilted my head slightly. “That’s harsh?”

I’ve always had a venomous tongue when playing games. I’ve said way more cutting things than that. Why has Fu Siyan never nagged about it before?

“In esports, being bad is the original sin.”

After scoring the kill, my gold lead over Tang Nansheng widened. The gap kept growing, and I had her pinned under her tower, completely helpless.

When I tower-dove her again, Fu Siyan failed to use his skill. The shield that should have been cast on me went onto our support instead.

I died to the turret, and the kill with its bounty gold went to Tang Nansheng.

I pushed my tongue against my cheek and glared at Fu Siyan, impatient. “What’s wrong with you?”

Fu Siyan brushed it off. “Sorry, I didn’t see.”