The Beautiful Time With You

Chapter 67: Three Consecutive Headshots (1)

Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit

There were still three minutes before the start of the match. After getting to her seat, Shi Yao tore open a packet of potato chips and began munching on them as she waited patiently for the arrival of her Adonis, Legend.

At three o’clock sharp, the arrival of the commentators caused the venue to slowly quieten down.

There were three commentators covering the event, two men and one woman. Veterans in the eSports circle, the topics they spoke of were deeply engaging. There was a long session of fillers, but it didn’t bore the crowd.

Soon, ten minutes into three, the female commentator invited the competitors to the stage.

The first one to enter was the CLEG Team, the black horse of the previous CF Tournament. Their outstanding performance there had won themselves quite a few fans. As one of the male commentators introduced the members of the CLEG Team one after another, loud cheerings and excited screams sounded from the crowd.

When the five members of CLEG Team finally got into position, it was time for the AE Team to enter. Just the announcement of the team members’ names by the male commentator was enough to heat up the atmosphere in the venue.

Legend was the last to arrive on stage. Before the commentator could speak the name which everyone in the room knew of, his voice was already drowned out by the deafening screams pouring in from all directions.

Watching as the tightly-armored Legend entered the venue—he was dressed in black from head to toe, topped with an Ascot cap and a mask—even Shi Yao nearly leaped up with excitement.

She was a little late in buying her ticket, so she was only able to claim one of the normal seats. Nevertheless, despite being some distance away from the stage, she could still see that Legend was half a head taller than the other members. He had covered himself up tightly, but that did little to impede the refined air which he seemed to command naturally.

It didn’t take long for the match to commence.

The ten players got to their seats and began making preparations. Some of them adjusted their settings whereas others had strategy discussions with their respective coaches.

As this was only a friendly match, where winning wasn’t that important, all of the players had a relaxed look on their faces. It was impossible to hear what they were saying from the audience stand, but via the big screen, one could still see them chatting leisurely with smiles on their faces. Only Legend was acting as he usually did, resting quietly against the back of his chair, as if the crowd around him didn’t exist at all.

There were three matches in total, and rather than calling it a showdown, it felt more like a performance instead. Nevertheless, the matches still had the audience pumped up in excitement.

This was especially so in the final match. Legend’s teammates had been completely wiped out, leaving him to deal with the three players of CLEG Team alone. Just as everyone thought that it was impossible for him to achieve victory, he managed to pull off three consecutive headshots.

In that gripping moment, even the reserved Shi Yao had joined the excited crowd in chanting Legend’s name.

The incredible victory didn’t seem to faze Legend in the least. Taking off his earphones, he stood up and quietly walked alongside his teammates to the center of the stage to shake their opponents’ hands. After a bow to the crowd, he left the stage.

This was the first time Shi Yao had been this close to her idol. She sat in her seat excitedly for quite a long while before she managed to pull herself back to the real world.

Walking out of the event venue, she didn’t rush to leave with the departing crowd. Instead, she headed to the restroom.

After she was done, Shi Yao washed her hands and prepared to walk out of the restroom. At that moment, however, she saw a familiar figure slowly making his way over to the restrooms.

Lin Jiage… W-what’s he doing here?

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