eng Yechen heard, "Just got back from Korea.""Sir, your perfume comes to five thousand six hundred," the female attendant continued.Cold night sank beside the secretary hurriedly stepped forward and w...When Lian Xing'er said "It's cold," Lang An instinctively took off his army green cloak and flung it back, wrapping his arms around Lian Xing'er, neatly fastening it for her.

"If Miss is cold, Miss can put her hand into my sleeve," Lang An continued.

And Lang An's serious expression almost made even Xing'er laugh and cry.

Her heart was cold.

It's not that the body is cold.

Lian Xing'er slightly tilted her head, looking at Lang An. She finally broke into a smile: "You're really silly!"

Seeing Lianxing'er's faint smile, Lang An couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "As long as Miss is happy, I can endure any scolding."

"Alright! I'm feeling really cold, let's go back to the hotel." Lian Xing'er continued, glancing at Lang An helplessly, then turned and walked towards the hotel.

Lang An immediately followed, but he never walked side by side with Lian Xing'er.

He always stayed behind her, not too far but not too close either.

The next day.

Even though she was conflicted, Lian Xing'er still decided to go watch the competition. After all, "C" was still her master. If it weren't for that bad man He Zechuan, she wouldn't have been so entangled, always wondering why the "master" in the online world was so different from the "master" in real life.

Now, she is no longer entangled.

However, she could go in to watch the game, but Lang An couldn't, because she only had one ticket in her hand.

Lián Xīng'er was now standing among the girls, lined up in a queue waiting to be checked and admitted.

And Lang An stood under a big tree not far away, arms crossed, leaning against the trunk, silently watching Lian Xing'er's side.

"Ah—it's the 'MS Team' bus!" Suddenly, a girl screamed wildly.

Even Xing'er turned her head to look. On the roadside, a large bus was slowly coming to a stop.

The next second, the girls around him no longer lined up, but rushed over there.

Even before the bus doors opened, a group of female fans from the "MS Squad" were gathered outside.

Everyone still had "cheering gear" in their hands, holding them high, afraid their idols couldn't see.

Most of what Lian Xing could see were "Cold" cheering signs.

Her master was a truly god-level figure, deeply beloved by female disciples.

This time, even Xing'er was much calmer.

Perhaps because of the heartbreak, she lost interest in chasing stars.

I came to watch the competition purely out of support for my master.

Because all the other girls went to "chase stars," even Xing'er moved forward a lot.

At this time, "Yu Han You Li" and his four comrades-in-arms along with their coach got off the bus and walked straight towards the entrance here.

They were still all wearing masks and baseball caps, only the team names on their jerseys could tell who was who.

As Lianxing glanced unintentionally, her eyes fell on "C," and she was astonished to discover that he was the boy who had given her the stuffed sheep yesterday.

Although I couldn't see the whole picture of them, I could tell from their figure that they were the same person.

Lian Xing'er immediately began to scrutinize "Yu Han Yu Li" who was walking towards them.

The more she looked, the more she felt that "Master" resembled Ming Sihan.

When Ming Sihan looked ahead, he spotted Lian Xing'er in the crowd. Seeing Lian Xing'er staring straight at him, he raised his hand and pulled his baseball cap down a little further.

Lian Xing'er slightly frowned, waiting for "Master" to walk towards her. But just as he was about to reach her, the group of girls who had run back to line up behind her became excited again.

They pushed her closer and closer to them, and then forcibly squeezed her out from behind the safety line.

When the master passed by, even Xing'er was separated from him by several "walls of flesh".

It's a pity, she still couldn't see the "master"'s appearance clearly.

Even after entering and sitting in the audience, she still couldn't see clearly.

Perhaps she missed Ming Sihan too much!

It's only then that I would imagine "Master" to look like Ming Sihan.

The final showdown was intense.

But Lian Xing'er watched the competition with a calm and collected demeanor, her emotions remaining unruffled.

Even though the "MS Team" entered a bottleneck state, fans scratched their heads and ears anxiously, while Xing'er remained calm and composedly seated there.

But her gaze, from beginning to end, never left her own "master".

On the field, Ming Sihan quickly operated his computer. On the black screen, white program code rolled like freshly painted whitewash.

Even though he had no free time, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the audience, locking his gaze on where Lian Xing'er was sitting.

Seeing that she was still there, he would feel at ease.

Having calmed his mind, Ming Sihan continued to defend. After several rounds of procedures were cracked, he began to actively attack the opponent's team's "main system," while his teammates covered him.

Only after the opposing system was paralyzed did the host start the countdown.

Ming Sihan smiled confidently, releasing the keyboard with an air of determination.

But when he, with the joy of being champions, unconsciously looked up at the audience, the smile under his mask vanished instantly, and his deep black eyes suddenly dimmed.

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