“Brother Jin, watch closely. You need to complete the tutorial first, and then you can unlock matching mode. When beginners first start playing, there are relatively few heroes in the hero pool.
You can start by playing the hero Daji, since she is quite easy to pick up. Once you use your skills, you can just run away. Let us start a match to practice first.”
Within just a few seconds, a match was found. Wen Niao chose the tank Sun Ce, while Luo Jin followed the advice of teacher Wen Niao and selected Daji.
“Welcome to Honor of Kings. The enemy forces will reach the battlefield in three seconds. Prepare yourselves. All forces, attack!”
Wen Niao had spent money on this game and was already a prestigious VIP level 10 user, complete with flashy recall and spawn trail effects.
Our little Daji encountered the enemy Sun Wukong in the middle lane who had come to contest the river crab. The monkey spotted a squishy mage and immediately used mobility and staff vaulting to close the distance. Before Luo Jin could even react, his screen turned black.
A flock of crows drifted past, leaving a black-screened Luo Jin and a minion-clearing Wen Niao looking completely dumbfounded.
The blue team’s Daji had given away first blood, putting the blue team slightly behind in economy.
“Ahahaha, well, it’s fine, Brother Jin. Everyone is like that at the beginning, take your time and don’t rush.”
Regaining his confidence, the little Daji stepped out of the fountain once more.
After clearing the minion lane, Daji decided to head to the top lane to assist Sun Ce. Strutting with seductive footsteps, little Daji set off from the middle bush and encountered Sun Wukong once again at the dragon pit while the monkey was taking the objective.
This time, Luo Jin immediately unleashed a full combo of his second and third skills, beating Sun Wukong down to a sliver of health.
At that very thrilling moment:
The Tyrant raised its merciless iron fist and slammed down hard. Little Daji was sent straight to heaven, and the monkey’s final strike forced Daji to make a quick return trip to the fountain.
Being swiftly eliminated twice in a row left Luo Jin feeling a bit annoyed, and with his thirst for knowledge peaking, he asked Wen Niao:
“Why is this monkey only targeting me? Does he have some kind of issue with me?”
Wen Niao chanted silently in his heart: Calm down, I must stay calm. It is definitely not because Luo Jin is bad at the game; everything is the monkey’s fault. Yes, it is all the monkey’s fault.
The enemy monkey: Wrong, wrong, wrong, it is all my fault! A monkey sitting quietly at home while disaster drops from the sky, my life is so bitter!
“How could that be, Brother Jin? That monkey must simply be jealous of your flashy positioning.”
Wen Niao thought to himself: Exactly, I am talking utter nonsense with a straight face. Who told him to be my target of affection? In the end, I have yielded to overwhelming pressure. Wen Niao, you are losing your mind!
“It is fine. Just stick closely to me from now on, and I guarantee not only that you will have a fun time, but you can also easily achieve godlike status!”
Sun Ce activated his ultimate, carrying Daji straight into the enemy jungle. The monkey, currently locked in a battle of wits with the blue buff, was sent flying by the boat. The moment it landed back on the ground, a barrage of hearts struck straight into its chest, and the monkey heroically collapsed on the spot.
With this stellar cooperation established, Luo Jin learned to wait for enemy heroes to be stunned before unleashing his full combo to take them away.
As for their noble VIP level 10 all-powerful pro player, who had basically been reduced to playing a support, seeing that Luo Jin was having fun, Wen Niao simply let him be.
Wen Niao thought: What else can I do? I am helpless too. Ah, the target of your affection must be spoiled. If you spoil him rotten, he will end up clinging only to you and refusing to let go, hehe!
Author: Young man, I advise you not to be too arrogant. Have you forgotten the fact that you are also a little good-for-nothing?
ヾ(o゜_,゜o)ノ
After playing together until midnight, the two logged off and prepared to sleep.
Although playing games was addictive, it was also truly energy-draining. Wen Niao felt his head buzzing and wanted nothing more than to crash headfirst into bed and sleep soundly.
He bid Luo Jin good night and literally threw himself face-first onto the large bed.
Watching Wen Niao’s complete lack of regard for his image while sleeping, Luo Jin felt his first impression of Wen Niao shattering even further.
Wen Niao slept with his butt poked up like a little piglet, echoing slight shifts. Truly, this image really looked just like a little piglet rooting at a cabbage.
With a speechless expression, Luo Jin carefully pulled the blanket over Wen Niao, gently closed the bedroom door, and returned to his own room.
Luo Jin, however, felt no exhaustion from gaming; instead, he felt even more energized, making it somewhat difficult to fall asleep.
He propped himself up against the headboard. The baby’s breath flowers on the nightstand had already shed many of their tiny blooms, leaving a scattered layer across the surface.
Will I still be able to receive flowers in the future?
Without ever experiencing it, one never harbors a yearning for it.
Luo Jin sat blankly for an hour before finally turning off the light to sleep.
Consequently, when Wen Niao came downstairs the next morning, he did not see Luo Jin, who was still fast asleep.
Knowing that tomorrow was Christmas Eve, Tang Miao had purchased some colorful ribbons, balloons, and LED lights needed for the birthday party, and had even specially ordered a Christmas tree.
Wen Niao retrieved the custom-made penguin plush and the Black Forest cake, hiding them away in a designated room.
Not seeing Wen Niao all day long left Luo Jin feeling somewhat unhappy.
Staying alone is so boring. If Niao Niao were here, there would definitely be so many fun things to do, but Niao Niao is not around right now. So boring.
Did he go out for something? Why did he not take me along? I could have helped out too.
Feeling aggrieved. QAQ
Meanwhile, Wen Niao and Tang Miao were hiding in a room decorating for the birthday party:
The ceiling was embedded with colorful balloons, fairy lights adorned the walls, and the multicolored glow made the room look somewhat dreamy.
In the center of the room stood a sparkling Christmas tree decorated with colored lights, ribbons, candy, and small gifts, topped with a shining star at the crown.
Wen Niao took the Black Forest cake out of the refrigerator, inserted a candle shaped like the number 15, and lit it.
Seeing that the room decoration was complete, Wen Niao told Wen Jingyu and Tang Miao to wait inside while he went to trick Luo Jin into coming over so they could surprise him.
The dining room was cold and quiet, with only Luo Jin sitting there alone. This scene seemed to drag him right back to the days spent in the orphanage.
With a drifting consciousness, Luo Jin pushed his food around, finding it completely tasteless and failing to taste even a hint of flavor. After a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and stood up, intending to return to his room to sleep.
Just as he pushed open his bedroom door and prepared to step inside, he heard footsteps echoing down the end of the corridor.
He raised his gaze and looked toward the far end of the hallway.
Wen Niao was absentmindedly pondering how to trick Luo Jin into following him to the decorated room, walking at a leisurely pace.
The dim lighting made it slightly difficult to read his expression. He raised his eyes in a casual glance and locked gazes directly with Luo Jin.
Catching sight of Luo Jin, Wen Niao tossed all his elaborate plans out of his mind. He strode right up, blindfolded Luo Jin with his hands, and announced that he was taking him somewhere and that he just needed to follow along.
With his vision stripped away, Luo Jin experienced a brief surge of insecurity. He raised a hand, wanting to grab the corner of Wen Niao’s sleeve for a sense of security, but the texture he touched instead was warm.
It was Wen Niao’s wrist.
Wen Niao’s wrist was soft and fleshy. He gave it a light squeeze, feeling how soft it was.