"At that time, with Mo Zuochen's war drums and beacon fires shaking the stars, how many people had the three-foot-long blade killed? Dead crows don't cross the cold pond, afraid that I will wear red clothes and snow dust, in exchange for fame and power to rule the world city.”
A familiar ringtone came from Ye Qi's jeans pocket. He took out a certain low-end domestic smartphone that he hadn't changed for a long time. He looked down and saw an unfamiliar yet familiar number.
It was unfamiliar because the number started with 0033. It was an international call from the distant Europe. He was familiar because this number would call him once a month.
0033 was the area code of Lanxi. In the distant Lanxi, Ye Qi only knew one person, his father, who was of mixed Chinese and French descent.
Ye Qi's mother, Li Huirong, used to work as a waitress in a Lanxi restaurant. It was then that she met Ye Qi's biological father, a chef of mixed Chinese and French blood. The two quickly fell in love and had Ye Qi two years later.
After that, for some reason, his father and mother finally chose to divorce, while Ye Qi's father went to the distant Lanxi. Other than the monthly living expenses, he only called once a month.
These living expenses were used to exchange for a loan for a house in Chengdu. This also led to the mother and son living quite poor before Ye Qi accepted the job of a substitute trainer.
"Ye Xiangnan."
Ye Qi's voice was calm. He thought of his mother Li Huirong's hard work. He used to hate his irresponsible and heartless parents, but as he grew older, he gradually understood more and only deeply hated his own incompetence.
"Bastian." The man on the other end of the phone called out softly.
Ye Xiangnan had given Ye Qi the name Bastian. Ye Xiangnan had once explained the meaning of the name to Ye Qi, but Ye Qi had long forgotten it because only Ye Xiangnan would call him that. He had never acknowledged Ye Xiangnan as a person.
" How have you been recently?" Ye Xiangnan seemed to have noticed that Ye Qi didn't want to talk to him too much, so he took the initiative to greet him. In fact, every time he called Ye Qi, it was like this, but this was much better than Ye Qi's attitude when he hated him at the beginning.
Ye Qi allowed the bleak wind to caress the corners of his face. His deep eyes stared blankly at the road in the distance and said into the phone,"My life with my mother is getting better and better. I sincerely hope that you will live well too.”
This wasn't a sarcastic remark or a taunt, but a psychological remark that Ye Qi said after thinking about it.
As Ye Qi gradually made a name for himself in the bootlegging circle, he had more and more work to do and naturally earned more and more money. After experiencing all this, Ye Qi had long since developed an attitude that surpassed his age and was more open-minded.
The loan for the house had been paid off. On one hand, it was because of Ye Qi's income as a substitute trainer. On the other hand, the money that Ye Xiangnan had transferred over the past two years was obviously much higher than before. It seemed that he was doing well there.
On the other end of the phone, Ye Xiangnan was stunned for a long time after hearing Ye Qi's words. In the end, he smiled silently.
"I'm very happy to hear you say that. Everything is fine here. You're already so old. I wonder if you've met the one you're destined to meet."
It seemed that Ye Xiangnan was in a good mood, so he discussed this problem with Ye Qi.
"Not yet, but I will find someone like my mother, and I will never leave him.”Ye Qi's tone was emotionless, but Ye Xiangnan had a deep understanding of the meaning behind it.
Ye Xiangnan smiled awkwardly and joked,""Do you have time to visit Li City? There are the most beautiful girls in the world here. Perhaps you will have a romantic encounter.”
"Eastern girls are the most beautiful and also the most infatuated.”
For some reason, Ye Qi suddenly lost the desire to talk to Ye Xiangnan when they talked about this topic. He hung up the phone without saying anything.
Ye Xiangnan, who was far away in Lanxi, stared at his phone for a long time before returning to bed. It was still late at night in Licheng.
"What did you say?"
Just as Ye Qi hung up the phone, Myth was sitting in front of the computer, staring at the message sent by Sister Lan with a dumbfounded expression.
"Master Qi is actually our studio's fighter! Moreover, he's our gold-medal fighter!”
Myth stared at the monitor intently. Sister Lan would never joke with her, but she would never have thought that the cold, arrogant, and arrogant person was actually the top fighter of her studio!
At this moment, she suddenly recalled why the other party had rejected her friend and why he had never said anything that had nothing to do with the situation. It was because the other party had always adhered to the basic principles of leveling.
Thinking of this, Myth couldn't help but blush. The person she had been cursing and cursing for a long time was actually the person who was desperately helping her earn profits. This was simply...
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, Sister Lan sent him another message.
" By the way, this Seventh Master seems to be in Chengdu like you. Why are you looking for him?"
Myth shook his head and replied," It's nothing, I'm just asking." However, he immediately thought of Lee Sin's dashing figure and the Sword Saint's elusive counter-jungling. He then asked Sister Lan,"" He's so strong. Why is he still a substitute? Isn't it better to be a streamer?"
"I'm not too sure about that, but he's been doing this for a few years. He's not famous in the industry, but many of his old clients want him to do it. But according to my recent observations, he's probably thinking of changing his job to become a streamer.”
It had to be said that Sister Lan's guess was correct. Ye Qi was planning to join the industry of League of Legends streamers after playing King.
Myth rested her elbow on the computer desk, one hand supporting her head as she stared blankly at the screen, muttering to herself,""Do you want to become a streamer? Do you want to help him on account that I misunderstood him?"
"It should be his honor to be able to ask me for help. This kind of god in the game and a loser in reality would probably immediately kneel down and cry in gratitude after knowing that I'm afraid!”
With that thought in mind, Myth sent a message to Sister Lan.
"Contact this guy and tell him that if he wants to be a streamer, I can be his guide. Since he's also in Chengdu, let's meet him. It's his honor to treat me to a meal!”
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