You’re Beautiful When You Smile

Chapter 22 (4)

Tong Yao began to suspect that Lu Sicheng didnt know how to type on the public chat...Then, she saw Jian Yang had left a line: Hes ignoring you, whats the point of talking so much.

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Tong Yao instantly stopped typing

-- --[You miss him.]

She seemed to hear the voice of her friend, Jinyang. Staring at Jian Yangs line, Tong Yao quieted down, feeling that he did have a point. Looking at all her messages, there was not even a single punctuation mark in reply. She was indeed hyping herself up too much.

That was true, he was ignoring her.

Tong Yao cast down her eyes, she had lost any interest to continue typing. Actually, she had even lost interest in finishing the match-- --It didnt matter now whether she could get back to Master. All she wanted to do now was finish the match as soon as possible, so she could get back onto her bed and stroke her cat, watch some tv, and console her broken heart.

In the meantime, Jian Yang was still at it-- --

Why do you talk so much to him for.

If you want to win, Ill carry you then.

Hes just ignoring you.

Whats the fun of running a monologue?

In the game, the mid with the id of zgdx.smiling suddenly went ballistic after thirty minutes into the game and mercilessly beat the enemys mid into the floor.

Outside the game, Tong Yao was stone faced.

The cell phone on her desk rang at that moment. Tong Yao didnt like getting calls while she was playing games. Without looking who was calling, she picked up the phone with a frown and answered it. As she was about to say that she would call back later, she heard a deep male voice came from the other side of the phone-- --

Why did you stop typing?

Tong Yao: ......................................

The sound of the clicking mouse abruptly stopped.

Ive taken care of everything here. Ive changed my ticket to fly back tomorrow. You and your cat all better behave.

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Im hanging up now.

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Tong Yao kept holding the phone until the busy tone sounded in the phone. She went totally blank, at a loss of what to think.

Inside the game, her comrade, unlwer, without knowing what had happened a second ago, kept typing-- --

Cheng Ge doesnt like to type while playing games. In the real world, he doesnt like to talk either.

No matter how much you say, he wont respond.

Its like talking to a wall.

Hey, what happened! Internet dropped? AFK?

Come on, Ill get you that win. I know you want to be back at Master...

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