Chapter 568 - Remember

"We're in the car. Good luck. I will be waiting for your good news."

Ferne hung up the phone and lay on his side on the bed. He looked at the person opposite him. There was a table in the middle. He could not see Noah's face. He could only see his heaving chest. His T-shirt was stretched taut by his muscles, vaguely revealing the solid body underneath.

"Are you asleep?" he asked.

"No," Noah answered.

"Randy called just now. If he wasn't busy participating in the national qualifiers, he would come over ... Just like I thought, we all felt that Vincent ... is still alive." Ferne raised his head to look outside and lowered his voice. "What I am curious about is when you discovered that he is guilty."

"From the beginning." Noah sat up, his back against the wall, "He came to the scene before the police and had enough time to do something. Of course, these are all guesses."

He slowly added, "But my intuition tells me not to trust him."

"I don't think Vincent will die so easily." Ferne said in a light and depressed tone, "Why didn't he tell us? He could at least leave a message. I've been suffering for days."

"You can ask him in person when you see him," Noah said.

Ferne nodded, then lay down on the bed comfortably, looking up, "Have you heard about the Potter family?"

Noah replied a "yes".

Ferne continued, ""His daughter is quite clear. When Branden was brought up for the second trial, she knew that her father would be sentenced to death this time. She has donated all of the Potter family's property to the charity. However, her mother was still thinking about Zayne Science and Technology. When the police arrived, she has taken sleeping pills and committed suicide. She died in the office chair of the general manager. I don't understand. Money is nothing compared to life. They still have so many connections and can revive their family. It's a lawful society. No one would hurt them..."

"Are you listening? Are you asleep?" he said, glancing at Noah.

"Money is very important to a lot of people." Noah leaned against the wall. His eyes calmly fell on the pure white bedding in front of him. Then he looked at Ferne's slightly stunned face and said, "Sleep. I will wake you up in five hours."

"Okay." Ferne snapped out of his daze.

He lay on his side and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes a few minutes later. Through the table, he could see the socks on Noah's feet. They were of the same style and color as the ones on his feet.

A hidden joy rose in his heart as this looked like he and Noah were a couple.

"Noah, good night," he said in a soft voice.

Noah looked in his direction, the corners of his mouth curled, forming a light smile, "It's morning now."

"Good morning then." Ferne closed his eyes and couldn't help but turn around. With his back to the person behind him, the impulse in his heart had indeed lessened a lot.

Probably he hadn't masturbated himself recently, so he was a little agitated.

...

City B, the competition stadium for e-games.

There were a lot of teams participating in this season's national qualifier. At the front of the stadium was a two-hundred-meter-long red carpet. On the side were reporters and fans who were holding signs.

Logical speaking, Randy would go through the back door. He had lost in the qualifier last year. This year, if he went in the front door and lost again, it would be embarrassing.

However, he still used the front door because Carl was with him this time.

Carl took a plane here, checked in the hotel, and traveled here and there to familiarize himself with the venue the next day. He did not feel any discomfort with his age. Instead, he was full of spirit. Especially when he wore a suit and sunglasses, he looked like a member of a gang together with Randy's young assistant who dressed alike.

Randy led a group of people to the red carpet and signed the name of the team. The host remembered him and knew that he was the child of some official of City Y. He had a falling out with his family and started his career of playing games. A few years ago, he had a falling out with his agent and left with half of his team members. They formed a small team themselves and lost last year's qualifier.

As usual, the host had to ask a few questions. These were all prepared early and planned to draw the public's attention before the competition began.

"Do you want to refresh the result of last year?" The host asked with a microphone in his hand.

Randy looked in the direction of the camera. "It's not a refresh. We aim to be the top three."

The host opened his mouth slightly in surprise and then smiled to express his support. However, his moment of surprise was captured by the camera. Through the live, many teams sneered disdainfully.

Although there were about a few thousand teams coming, only five hundred of them signed up for the competition. After a round of screening, only more than three hundred teams were qualified to participate.

Most of the audience were newly-formed small teams. Although they were not famous, they had self-awareness and knew that they would only be beaten up if they participated. So they sat in the audience obediently, intending to watch the fight between those powerful teams.

After the host interviewed Randy, he saw that there was an old man at the end of the team and asked, "Is he a family of your team member? Sir, can I interview you? Do you support your grandson in playing games?"

It was rare that the elders would support their children to play games. Whether it was a rich or poor family, they seemed to look down on games. They did not understand the spirit of such sort of things and naturally did not understand the passion that young people had for it.

"I do." Carl smiled and said, "I didn't in the past. Later, I thought it through. Whatever he does, it's fine with me as long as he is happy. Why do we worry so much?"

"It's great to have such a considerate grandfather. Which is your grandson?" the host asked with a smile.

"Me." Randy stepped forward.

"Master Geller, it's really an honor to meet you. How is your journey." the host said respectfully.

"It's good. We'll be leaving first. The people in the back are waiting," Carl said.

The host nodded, "Alright, please mind your steps."

Randy went in with his team members and Carl. The fans on both sides of the door were here for other teams. Because, unlike Randy, other teams would do a livestream to attract some fans. Randy attached greater importance to professional skills. He and his teammates spent most of their time training though they would go out to eat. It's hard to see them unless it was the competition season. They also had some fans and others had more.

Randy didn't say anything and walked in first.

As they passed through a black sealed passageway, he held Carl's hand and listened to him talking endlessly over there. "Randy, don't post anything about your competition on WeChat Moments. Vincent is gone and Rolando must have a hard time now. You and your brothers should restrain yourselves recently."

"I know. Randy must be alive somewhere in the world." Randy held Carl's bony hand.

Carl sighed softly. Soon the team passed through the darkness and came to the light.

Randy turned to look at his team members. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Lord Top's face. After a second, he looked away and shouted, "This time, we must win! We can't fail!"

"Yes! We can't fail!" Others shouted as well.

Lord Top shouted loudly.

She looked at the arena where the live broadcast LCD screen was. There were two hosts sitting at the front, preparing, staffs being busy and countless audiences. Finally, she landed on the chair where her teammates would sit and compete.

The rims of her eyes suddenly turned hot, and a drop of tear fell down.

"We can't fail!" she shouted.

She wanted everyone to remember the name "Lord Top" from tomorrow onwards.