Chapter 2715 - 1687: Visiting Relatives

Chapter 2715: Chapter 1687: Visiting Relatives

"Thank you, Sister Shurui."

When Jiang Chen went downstairs, he unexpectedly found Li Shuru still at home, with Martial Saint hugging an unopened box of a laptop, smiling sweetly.

Hmm.

Alienware.

The trendiest gaming laptop, a dream for many boys. When Boss Jiang went to college, he liked it a lot too. If his equipment back then had been Alienware instead of an elderly machine with an i3 processor, he wouldn’t have lost so miserably in the dormitory LOL tournament.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a good sister like Li Shuru back then.

Of course.

The real reason for his poor performance wasn’t to blame the machine. It was purely Luo Peng being too noob.

In e-sports, being noob is the original sin.

What’s worse.

A noob who’s unaware of their own inadequacy.

Can’t operate, just play top lane tank and mix in, but Mr. Luo insists on linking up with the jungle and middle, and not only linking up, but also pressuring, forcing Jiang Chen, the king of the jungle, into a corner and only playing functional champions like Jarvan.

The result is obvious.

Other people’s Yasuo is like a peerless swordsman, darting in and out, killing the enemy general like taking something out of a bag, but Luo Peng’s Yasuo is like a kindergartner, not finishing half of his jungle without hearing the glad tidings of "First Blood."

Getting killed wave after wave, allowing the enemy jungler to invade his jungle recklessly, and yet Luo Peng feels no shame, constantly urging Jiang Chen to gank, saying the enemy will surely die when he hits them with EQ.

The youthful Boss Jiang gave up the jungle resources and went over, made a seamless EQ Flash, looking cool as hell, but when he turned around, he saw their own kindergartner still sliding around in the minion wave, asking why he didn’t follow up, only to get the reasonable reply that he’s short two minions to level 6.

But how come the enemy mid-laner is already level 7?

Opening the Tab key afterward, Jiang Chen realized that the Yasuo is actually 0-3.

From then on, the generation’s king of the jungle was disheartened, preferring to stay bot lane with Bai Zheli, him as Ashe, Jiang Chen as the support, though it didn’t change the outcome, the game experience greatly improved.

Luo Peng used Alienware.

Got carried away.

As people age, the past seems to flash in their minds involuntarily, like floaters before the eyes.

"You’re not off to work yet?"

Jiang Chen, who got up at nine, approached with a genial expression, but coldly hummed by the typically early-departing Li Shuru, who turned and left, leaving only the ruthless scent striking Jiang Chen’s face.

Martial Saint snickered.

Boss Jiang wasn’t embarrassed, just a bit wistful.

Women.

Last night when sleeping, there was no dividing the rooms, nor setting boundaries, rather she slept holding him. He thought the sun’s rising would erase yesterday, but who knew getting out of bed would change her face.

As his girlfriend vanished from sight, Jiang Chen retracted his gaze, giving a sideways glance.

Martial Saint showed off the newly acquired Alienware, "Sister Shurui gave it to me as a birthday present."

So that’s it.

Jiang Chen realized.

Female comrades are always more attentive than men.

"What did Sister Duanmu give you?"

Daoist Sister wasn’t around, unsure if she hadn’t woken up or gone somewhere.

Martial Saint tilted his head slightly, giving someone a sidelong glance, "Bro, don’t instigate discord, I don’t care about these things."

"You don’t care, do you? Then give it back to me."

Martial Saint immediately retreated, clutching the laptop tightly, "It’s Sister Shurui’s gift. If I don’t accept it, wouldn’t that betray her intentions?"

Actually, Jiang Chen wanted to ask if his sister remembered his birthday, but asking this would truly sow discord.

"Bro, I called my mom yesterday. But since Sister Shurui is here, I’m not at liberty to tell you."

Martial Saint turned serious, then showed regret, "My mom... doesn’t want to come."

Some parents devour their children.

Some enjoy the glory their children bring,

While others, regardless of time and place, won’t burden their children.

Jiang Chen remained composed, calm and natural, merely saying, "Go change your clothes."

"Huh?"

"Last time for the funeral in Japan, you had a suit, go put it on."

Martial Saint was puzzled, showing curiosity, tentatively took a step closer, "Bro, another funeral?"

Jiang Chen swiftly raised a hand, Martial Saint barely reacted, hitting him with a forehead flick.

"Hurry up. Your parents are almost here."

"What???"

Martial Saint was stunned.

"If you want your parents to wait, just keep dawdling."

Martial Saint didn’t dare delay, immediately ran upstairs clutching his birthday gift, too rushed to ask what’s going on.

Watching the excitedly bouncing "tumbling" figure, Jiang Chen chuckled, then headed to the kitchen to casually find something to eat, ended up with a bag of bread and milk.

"Bro, let’s go!"

Martial Saint was fast, Jiang Chen’s simple breakfast wasn’t finished before he changed and came running down.

At fifteen, in ancient times could be a father, this kid also developed quite well, surpassing 1.7 meters in height, actually not much shorter than Boss Jiang, dressed in a fit black outfit, had a bit of a manly stature.

Jiang Chen drank the milk, wiped his mouth, got up.

"Mr. Jiang."

The glove-wearing driver bowed.

Looking at the luxury car behind the chauffeur and the shining golden statuette under the sun, Martial Saint couldn’t help but spoke, "Bro, isn’t this too flashy? My parents haven’t seen much of the world."

Since coming to East Sea, he realized how low-profile the man his sister brought home truly was.

When first meeting in the village, he thought the guy was a freeloader.