In an esports hotel in Lusha City.
At this moment.
Fatty sat in front of the computer, his face contorted in pain as he looked at the gray screen of the game's death interface:
"I can still be counter-killed by this??"
Not long ago, he was playing League of Legends with Zhang Wei. As Li Junfei had said, Zhang Wei's skills were indeed impressive, which once again ignited Fatty's obsessive desire to win.
As a shut-in, he could do without a girlfriend, but how could he possibly lose to others in games or anime?
He challenged Zhang Wei to a solo match.
In response.
Zhang Wei agreed without hesitation.
Why would he miss such a good opportunity to "shear the sheep"? Moreover, he wanted to try and see if he could gain system points by remotely influencing a ghost's emotions.
Immediately after.
The cold system notification sounds chimed in succession.
【Ding! The unknown ghost was stunned for a moment. Good heavens, Zhang Wei’s skills are quite something.】
【Host gains System Points +50】
Fatty said he wanted to play another round.
Then.
Fatty's computer screen turned gray again.
【Ding! The unknown ghost is indifferent. Anyway, I'm here to assassinate you. Being solo-killed by you in the game is considered returning the favor.】
【Host gains System Points +60】
Fatty proposed a best-of-five…
Fatty claimed he was careless just now and proposed a best-of-seven…
Fatty claimed the hotel cleaner unplugged his internet cable, so that round didn't count, and proposed a best-of-nine…
Fatty proposed…
【Ding! The unknown ghost is unconvinced.】
【Host gains System Points +60】
【Ding! The unknown ghost has become tsundere, thinking he won without making mistakes.】
【Host gains System Points +60】
…
【Ding! The unknown ghost is extremely frustrated.】
【Host gains System Points +60】
…
As the screen turned gray once more.
【Ding! The unknown ghost has become depressed.】
【Host gains System Points +150】
……
On the other side.
Lusha University, student dormitory.
The system notification sounds kept ringing in his mind.
Zhang Wei sat in front of his computer, almost bursting into laughter. This "shearing" was more satisfying than exorcising ghosts.
"Brother Wei, you're smiling like a 200-pound child."
Li Junfei teased:
"You're bullying Brother Fatty so much, aren't you afraid of killing him?"
"Kill him? Fatty can't die," Zhang Wei waved his hand, after all, Fatty was a shut-in, a truly dead one at that.
Saying that.
He sent a message in the game: "Fatty, still up for it?"
On the other side.
Fatty received the message from Zhang Wei, was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth:
"Come on! We must! I, Li Fatty, refuse to believe I can't beat you!"
He was very frustrated.
He was a ghost, and ghosts didn't need to sleep, so he could chase anime and play games non-stop.
Precisely because of this.
He was confident in his gaming skills, believing even professional players couldn't beat him, as he could play 24 hours a day. With prolonged practice, even an idiot could improve, let alone someone who wasn't lacking in talent. How could his skills be poor?
This was also why he agreed to a solo match with Zhang Wei.
But the result was unexpected; he was utterly dominated.
After sending the message.
Fatty was about to create a game room to solo Zhang Wei again.
His phone rang.
Fatty stopped moving his mouse and looked at his phone, his mouth twitching the next moment.
The caller ID read – "Idiot Trap."
Fatty composed himself, answered the phone, and said with a laugh:
"Yo, Tailor, what brings you to call me today? Let me tell you first, the money you lent me, I'll return it in a few days, okay? Don't rush me, talking about money hurts our feelings."
"Get lost! Who said anything about returning money?"
A familiar retort came from the phone.
Then she stated directly:
"You dead fatty, I'm not calling you to return money, I'm calling to ask about the progress of killing Zhang Wei?"
To be honest.
It wasn't that she wanted to pick a fight with Fatty.
It had been several days since Fatty told her he would personally kill Zhang Wei.
Yet, there had been no news from Fatty's end.
Tailor couldn't help but doubt whether Fatty had actually killed Zhang Wei.
Thinking of this.
Tailor's anger flared up, and she gritted her teeth:
"You dead fatty, you haven't made a move on Zhang Wei, have you!"
She paused.
Tailor roared:
"Did you go to a comic convention, watch anime, and forget to kill Zhang Wei!"
Fatty was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed it off:
"Damn, you found out? Sorry, sorry, I was busy chasing new anime and completely forgot."
While speaking.
Fatty's heart was greatly relieved. Damn, I was scared to death, I thought I was exposed.
When he saw Tailor's call just now, Fatty felt extremely guilty. After all, he had promised to personally kill Zhang Wei, but instead, he had gotten along with Zhang Wei, even going to comic conventions and playing games together.
Especially when he heard Tailor's first sentence.
He almost thought he was exposed, that Tailor had discovered he was getting along with Zhang Wei.
Fortunately, Tailor's next sentence completely reassured him.
Fatty continued:
"But I wasn't just chasing anime. You know how I handle things as a ghost, it's definitely foolproof."
"Actually, after I finished talking to you that day, I went to find Zhang Wei to get rid of him. After all, the sooner he's dead, the sooner I can happily go to comic conventions, right, Tailor?"
"And then?" Tailor asked coldly.
Fatty lied:
"Then I went to find Zhang Wei, but before I could make a move, I discovered something: the Wei Dao Division had already sent people to protect Zhang Wei."
"The person protecting Zhang Wei from the Wei Dao Division is a master!"
Upon hearing this.
Tailor's eyebrows twitched:
"Is that master very strong?"
Fatty's mind flashed back to the scene at the comic convention where the middle-aged Qilin Guard couldn't break through the ghost infant's barrier.
Then, with a straight face, he said in a deep voice:
"Very strong! Extremely strong!"
Tailor was shocked and couldn't help but frown: "You can't even deal with him?"
"That's not true. How could I not deal with him? You know my strength. No matter how cautious the Wei Dao Division is, they wouldn't send someone I can't handle to protect Zhang Wei."
Fatty said:
"They don't know I'm going to kill Zhang Wei, so why would they send such a master to protect him? After all, who would believe that a Ghost King would be sent to deal with a young man?"
"The reason I say that bodyguard is strong is that the person's strength is not bad."
"And he also possesses a very powerful magical artifact."
"Although I can still kill Zhang Wei, I can't guarantee a silent kill. With that bodyguard protecting him, it would definitely cause a commotion."
"The situation in the Northeast already requires me to not expose myself too much. If I cause more trouble, you'll scold me again."
"So I didn't act immediately. I'm looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to kill Zhang Wei silently."
Tailor was silent for a moment: "So that's how it is. Fine, as long as you haven't forgotten to kill Zhang Wei."
"Of course, I won't forget."
Fatty said, moving his mouse, and clicked to invite Zhang Wei into the created game room:
"By the way, how are things on your end? Any progress?"
Fearing that saying too much would reveal his flaw to Tailor, Fatty chose to change the subject.
……