Chapter 118 - Competition

Recently, Vincent was buried in the company's affairs and rarely showed up at home. Emily only saw him on the arena in the morning. Every time she came in, he had finished practicing, covered in sweat. When he saw her, he would always land his big palm on her head.

She would dodge and then attacked the back of his neck. Vincent seemed to see through her and managed to dodge away. Then, he stretched out his long arm and held her in his arms. Emily's sneak attack had never succeeded since she kicked his balls.

Emily raised her foot and tried to step on his feet. While he was moving, she twisted her body, and slashed her palm like a knife. Of course, these were all fake moves to divert attention. The real move was to directly hit his neck artery with her other hand.

Vincent was delighted to see her movements. He struck down her wrist with one hand, then grabbed her other hand and pressed her body against the wall. He lowered his head and stared into her eyes.

The guards chose not to see this.

Rex remained silent.

"Not bad huh, that's some progress." Vincent pinched Emily's earlobe. His palm was extremely hot, and everywhere he touched was all burning with heat.

Emily touched her hot earlobe and thought to herself, 'He's got some nice lips.'

They were so close that their breath intertwined.

She felt that what she was breathing the air he exhaled. It was cold and unique, with a mint and faint nicotine flavor, filling her entire body to form his unique aura.

Therefore she couldn't help but stare at his lips, and it made her thinking the scene of the two people kissing. She got shy. Every time Vincent reached out to pinch her earlobe, she only found that her earlobe was burning like fire. Later, she realized that Vincent should be making fun of her. Therefore, before Vincent could reach out to pinch her earlobe this time, she dared to stand on tiptoe to pinch his earlobe.

"Well, that makes two of us." she said arrogantly.

Vincent was amused and immediately chuckled, "What?"

As he smiled, his rolling Adam's apple and slender neck in a straight collar made her spellbound. He tilted his head slightly, revealing his sexy curved lower jaw and thin sliced lips.

Emily had probably been being with the guards for too long these days and thought that all men looked very ordinary, but after seeing Vincent, she felt that he was the most handsome guy in the world.

Not even Eliot. (Sorry Eliot)

"Keep practicing and I'll check tonight." This time, instead of touching her head, he lowered his head and dipped her lips. His voice was a little hoarse, "And stop looking at me like that."

Her hand was still on his earlobe, a posture that looked like two people snuggling in a corner and kissing each other to their heart's content.

Emily was stunned for a moment before letting go. Then, when Vincent turned around, he gently touched his lips.

Strangely, she seemed to be looking forward to his touch.

...

'What was I thinking.'

Emily shook her head. Ah, yes, Vincent's birthday. What birthday present was she going to get him?

Vincent didn't need anything, what can she get him?

"Miss Emily." Outside the door came Rex's voice, "There is a game tonight, are you coming to observe?"

Emily replied, "Sure."

What game?

Competition?

She rushed to the arena, and saw no one. When she walked towards the study, she saw a few guards and Rex sitting in a projection room.

They sat upright in their seats with 3-D glasses on their faces.

Seeing Emily enter, the guard waved to her, "Come, this is reserved for you."

Emily looked at the remaining dozen or so empty sofas and smiled awkwardly, "Appreciated."

She found a seat to sit down, Rex handed her a pair of glasses, the guard brought milk tea and popcorn over.

Emily, "..."

She went to the cinema once. Eliot took her, he brought milk tea and popcorn as well. She was sitting at the front. That night, she almost cried her tears dry. After she came out, she cried out that she would never go to the cinema again.

However, this was not a movie.

"It's on! It's on!" The guards said excitedly.

The big screen in front of them was playing the match. Emily looked at it for a while and finally found someone familiar. It was Randy, Vincent's brother. He was wearing a white team uniform and was sitting in front of a row of computers with other members. The camera pulled in front of him several times, and it could be seen that his expression was very serious.

A few of his team members were also very serious. It seemed that one of them wasn't particularly serious. He was rotating a pen and occasionally looking out of the arena. Finally, a staff member came out of the arena with a cup of milk tea. In the crowd's astonished gaze, the person in Randy's team who wasn't particularly serious stood up and took it.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, the barrage went crazy.

"Holy crap! This is a competition! Why are you drinking the dam milk tea! It's already picking heroes! You bastard!"

"Do you think it's in your house?! Do you know how much we bet on your team?! Pull yourself together!"

"Forget about milk tea. Just tell me if you can win tonight."

"If you lose, then you're finished."

"If you lose, stop drinking milk tea, drink my urine!"

"That bastard must be bribed!"

"If they lose this game, that bastard must be fired."

"???"

Because it was a live broadcast, after a few rolling comments, filthy comments were handled. And the camera was switch back to Randy' team and their opponent.

Both sides were choosing heroes, but the team on this side was well-prepared. There was almost no dialogue. Each of them knew which lane they were going, so they chose heroes without hesitate. Then, they calmly waited for the other side to choose.

When the camera sliced into Randy's team, it was unknown if the cameraman was deliberately targeting the teammate who drank milk tea. The entire camera shot locked at him. As he drank milk tea, he muttered something. The subtitles were followed up in real time below.

"I'm hungry, and I want to eat a chicken wing..."

The barrage exploded again.

"Holy crap! What the hell did you do before the game?!"

"F**********!!!"

"Calm down, don't get excited. He's new. Besides, the other old members are here. He should be a support."

"I hope he doesn't drag Randy down."

"I hope so."

One of Randy's team chose to go top. When it came to Randy to pick, he looked at the one drinking milk tea and sighed as he chose a support.

The barrage went crazy again.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"WTF? What did Randy pick?!"

" ... support."

"The captain picked a support?! What the hell are they doing?!"

"I don't care. I'm going to refund the money! I'm out. I want my money back."

After the opponent had finished picking, it was finally the last member of Randy's team, Milk Tea Bro, to pick a hero. There were already a top, an AD Carry, a mid and a support.

Logically speaking, that Milk Tea Bro ought to play jungle. However, this bro seemed to be blind. He picked an AD Carry which couldn't take much damage. (Female role)

Randy's team was famous for not playing female roles, but he seemed to exist specifically to defeat this team.

Randy probably didn't expect it, and he was chocked. He even glared fiercely at Milk Tea Bro. Who knew that he would still turn the pen in his hand and occasionally lower his head to suck a mouthful of milk tea? How comfortable for him.

The barrage went insane.

"..."

"..."

"Kill me."