After Wen Xi asked, he waited patiently, but Mo Chen was taking a long time to reply. At first, Wen Xi thought that Mo Chen was hesitating over whether or not he should admit to his identity.
However, the silence stretched on for so long that Wen Xi began to feel that it was a little strange and couldn’t help calling out, “Momo?”
After waiting for about another five or six minutes without receiving a reply, Wen Xi started to get flustered and asked, “Mo Chen?”
He thought Mo Chen was angry. “I don’t know who Mac is, and it won’t matter even if I know. After all, you’re the one I’m familiar with…”
Midway through this speech, he suddenly heard the sound of steady breathing. Wen Xi blinked and listened patiently for a while. Finally, he thought of an unexpected but reasonable possibility—this person couldn’t have fallen asleep ba? He could tell that he was very sleepy from the sound of his voice, but he didn’t expect Mo Chen to fall asleep while he was on the phone… So he had called him while lying in bed? That really was the case.
At the moment, Mo Chen was lying in bed and hadn’t even covered himself with his blankets. If he hadn’t remembered his bet with Wen Xi, he wouldn’t have even had enough strength to lift up his cellphone. However, he also hadn’t expected to fall asleep while still on the phone. Wen Xi hung up the call, unsure of whether to laugh or to cry, and suddenly felt a strange feeling. As long as it was someone who had played SGH, they would be able to tell that Mo Chen’s skills were superior to those of many people. In the eyes of Wen Xi, a god of Spirit Trace, Mo Chen was fully qualified to be called a god of SGH.
——It turned out that even gods could fall asleep in the middle of a call ah.
All of a sudden, he felt as though Mo Chen had fallen off a cloud and was becoming mortal….
Wen Xi found it a bit humorous. But now that Mo Chen couldn’t answer his question, it left him a bit depressed. Before turning off the computer, Wen Xi tried to search for Mac. After a great deal of effort, he finally pulled out a link related to a person from a pile of lipstick and computer related entries. Mac, aka Mo Chen, male, 20 years old. SGH professional player, CLM team captain, known as “the number one sharpshooter god.” Wen Xi looked disbelievingly at the data entry. What had surprised him more than finding out that Mo Chen was really a professional player was that—it turned out that Mo Chen himself had already told him the answer. How come he had never thought of directly searching the name “Mo Chen…”
Further down the entry, some of Mo Chen’s achievements were listed:
Last May, he participated in the creation of the CLM team.
In August, he led the team to win the SGH summer championship.
In September, he led the team to win the domestic selection trials for the 15th SGH professional league global competition.
In November, he participated in the 15th SGH professional league global competition, but was inexplicably absent on the first day of the competition, which resulted in the CLM team not winning the championship.
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You Use a Gun, I Use a Bow (BL)
RomanceAuthor: Hú Shēng Yǒu Mèng THIS IS NOT MY STORY NOR MY TRANSLATION. FOR OFFLINE READING USE ONLY. CREDITS TO THE AUTHOR(S) AND TRANSLATOR(S)