Chapter 1503: Back to the Room?

Bo Qingshan was reluctant, but he didn’t dare to bargain, otherwise he might not even get these three games.

Although he’s a bit clumsy, his intelligence is sufficient, having teamed up with Nan Jiaojiao several times and already honed his skills.

In the first game, Nan Jiaojiao chose an assassin, so Bo Qingshan picked a support character that could ride on her head, following her throughout. In the second game, Nan Jiaojiao took a support role, and Bo Qingshan, satisfied, brought out his best assassin, but Sister Jiaojiao spent the entire game with the marksman. Several times he tried to get closer, catching someone and then retreating, but not immediately. He slowed down a bit to see if Nan Jiaojiao would follow, only for her to turn and dive into the bushes with the marksman.

This made the young master so angry!

In the third game, Bo Qingshan decisively opened his microphone: “Sister Jiaojiao, whatever you choose, I’ll pick something to cooperate with you.”

Nan Jiaojiao typed: “Mage.”

Bo Qingshan was stunned, “Ah~~ how about you pick a marksman, and I’ll take a healer to follow you.”

Nan Jiaojiao, utterly merciless, replied, “Stay away from me.”

“…”

She really did pick a Mage, leaving Bo Qingshan with no suitable role, so he simply took a jungler, lurking in the bushes in the mid-lane after clearing monsters, stalking the enemy mid-lane. Wherever Sister Jiaojiao moved to support, he went as well, ensuring his presence was felt.

“Bo Qingshan.”

As they were pushing towards the enemy high ground, Nan Jiaojiao opened her mic: “Come to me, I’ll give you a penta-kill before we finish.”

Bo Qingshan had already secured a double kill and quickly moved to Nan Jiaojiao’s side. One slash and he took another, while the remaining two tried to flee, only to be frozen by Nan Jiaojiao. She unleashed a powerful ultimate to trap them inside, and Bo Qingshan dove in with excitement, shouting:

“Sister Jiaojiao, watch my heroic form, look at how I take them down with one slash each, am I cool or what, damn it, I’m insanely cool!”

Nan Jiaojiao went to bring in a wave of minions up the lane, just about to watch, when she heard the successive kill sound effects in her headphones. In a blink, she was turned around by a hand clasping her head.

Bo Yanching removed her headphones, switched off the power, and kissed Nan Jiaojiao, gently laying her down with a hand supporting the back of her head, tenderly tapping her lips, and hoarsely asked, “Finished working?”

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned by the kiss, breathlessly, “Finished, finished.”

“Shall we go to the bedroom?” Bo Yanching kissed the tip of her nose.

The sensation tickled a bit, and she stretched her neck back, subconsciously wrapping her arms around his neck, tightening the embrace little by little: “It’s a bit cramped…”

“Heh…”

Bo Yanching chuckled, his laughter particularly seductive, lifting her from the couch with his lips still against her ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

Nan Jiaojiao curled up in his embrace, as the door to the bedroom closed, no lights were turned on, the curtains left open just a slit, letting in only enough weak light to reveal his face, cloaked in soft shadows.

This charmer!

…

After completing the design draft, Nan Jiaojiao showed it to Su Miaotong first.

At first glance, Su Miaotong was amazed, looking at it for a long time, giving her very high praise. It carried a sense of both rawness and sophistication, hovering between the two, as she struggled to find suitable adjectives, simply stating that at the beginning of her own career, she couldn’t have achieved this level.

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t too heady with the compliments, as this was within her comfort zone of dominance. Since Su Miaotong approved, she sent the first version of the draft to Lin Shuyun.

Coincidentally, it was the third day.

Having promised to deliver within three days, Nan Jiaojiao was unhurried, submitting on the last day but still leaving some time. She sent the draft around two in the afternoon, then continued to wait for a response.