The eSports King's Crush

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Mo Bei, who originally stood in the same spot, swung a long leg to the side and dropped the person closest to her with a kick!

Then, she threw her backpack to the front, smashing it right onto another person’s face with a whoosh.

The boy at the side wanted to lift his bat upon seeing that. However, he did not expect the backpack in the youth’s hand to return and aim at him. As a hand held the strap of the backpack, the strong backwash left him dizzy for a long time.

Zhao Jianjian was already stunned.

They hadn’t been wiped out.

Instead, their rivals… seemed to have been beaten up quite badly.

This was the first time he saw someone fight so attractively.

Brother Nan actually tugged on the collar of his suit in the middle of the fight before he turned around and performed another suave kick.

Never mind that he didn’t give them any chance to fight back.

He actually had no intention of perspiring.

When he was done, he bent halfway and patted off the dust on his backpack.

He stood there with an aloof and refined disposition, the features of his profile finely chiseled like a walking pictorial.

He looked nothing like a bad student who had just gotten into a fight.

He was actually completely different from his past self, who had possessed a fiery temper.

Most importantly, “Brother Nan” actually turned to the side and asked in a rare, gentle voice, “Are you okay?”

Zhao Jianjian was just about to speak up when he heard a soft, adorable voice come from somewhere along with a faint cough. “I’m fine, Little Brother.”

Hey? Hey? Hey?

That question hadn’t been directed at him?

When such an adorable voice rang in a field meant for a fight, it naturally attracted attention! 𝘧𝓇𝗲𝑒we𝙗noѵ𝑒l.𝐜o𝘮

After all, who would be so wicked as to turn up for a fight with a child?

Zhao Jianjian stopped moving and looked down at the ground with an indescribable expression.

That’s right, he looked at the ground.

The adorable little man was really young. He was dressed in pants with suspenders, a black hooded jacket, and a mask. He recognized that pair of shoes. The cost of one shoe alone would be enough to pay for his living expenses for a month!

Was he even five years old? The flaunting wealth of the little man was too much!

The students of No.1 Middle School were still unwilling to accept this defeat. “Just wait, Mo Nan!”

This holler was unimportant.

Kiddy Cherubic reached out and hugged “Brother Nan’s” long legs, not leaving any space for him at all. 𝒇𝔯e𝚎𝘄𝑒𝑏𝙣𝑜𝚟𝗲𝑙.c𝘰𝚖

Mo Bei lowered her eyes, gazing at this unfamiliar little boy. She reached out with a hand and patted his furry head, even though her voice was still indifferent. “Don’t be scared.”

“Mm…” Kiddy Cherubic had a pair of big round eyes and extremely long eyelashes.

Mo Bei lifted her head slightly and picked up the baseball bat from the ground. Her suit was well-ironed, and she was completely impassive as she aimed her gaze at that bunch of people. “Still want to continue?”

That aura was so strong that the air instantly froze over.

The people from No.1 Middle School retreated while jumping up, creating an extremely comical image. “We’ll bear with you just this once!”

Using the expression “cut-and-run” to describe the movements of the students of No.1 Middle School wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

The main question was, how had Mo Nan suddenly become so good at fighting?

After the place was cleared, Mo Bei lifted her backpack and looked at the little boy, who was still hugging her leg.

The little boy was also looking at her. His eyes, which were very pretty, somehow gave one a subtle sense of familiarity.

As an onlooker, Zhao Jianjian could not help but ask, “Brother Nan, do you know this little rich kid?”

Brother Nan couldn’t have a child outside without ever telling anyone, could he?

It didn’t seem that way!

“I don’t.” Mo Bei looked down once more. She’d thrown her backpack out earlier only because she noticed that there was such a little boy around. If the baseball bat had struck down, it might have hurt him.

“Then what do we do?”

The school didn’t allow raising children…