The first top lady

Ji Zezhou stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Feng Yanhui's eyes twice, "Hey! Are you stunned?"

"...Ah, it's okay." Feng Yanhui hesitated and withdrew his gaze, as if thinking about something.

Ji Zezhou hurriedly picked up the two boxes of gifts on the ground and handed them to Song Yixuan, "Here! They are all yours! We will borrow your precious land for a while."

Song Yixuan curled the corner of his mouth, ignored him, and went out with his hands in his pockets.

He Yunchu suddenly realized that maybe Song Yixuan had escaped.

She muttered quietly, "Escape, right?"

Avoid updates.

"Master..." Ji Zezhou put the things aside and walked towards He Yunchu. When he turned around, he found that Feng Yanhui had already walked to the door.

Then, went out.

"What's going on?" He rushed out of the door and shouted at Feng Yanhui's back, "Where are you going?"

Have they forgotten why they are here?

"It's something urgent, you don't have to worry about me." Feng Yanhui quickened her pace and disappeared into the yard.

"Hey! I..." Ji Zezhou was confused.

Such an important matter was just left to him alone?

I couldn't help but spit: "Feng Yanhui, you idiot!"

"Wait a minute! Hey——" The figure Feng Yanhui was chasing was Song Yixuan, "Wait a minute..."

"Is there something wrong?" Song Yixuan turned his head in confusion and stopped.

Feng Yanhui said with a smile: "My name is Feng Yanhui, Feng as in phoenix, Yunyan as in emblem, and Hui as in badge."

"Song Yixuan." Song Yixuan spoke coldly and was about to leave.

"Hey hey..." Feng Yanhui hurried forward, blocking Song Yixuan's way, and said straight to the point: "You look a lot like my sister, but she got lost when she was a child. Would you mind telling me your date of birth, and..."

"It's inconvenient!" Song Yixuan flatly rejected it. "I haven't seen you before, don't recognize me as your sister!"

How dare you use such a cheap way of chatting her up on her? Do you believe that she will punch the pig's head to pieces?

"I'm telling the truth!" Feng Yanhui ran to Song Yixuan again and grabbed her to stop her from leaving. "Please, I lost my sister and I've been looking for her. I don't want to miss anyone who might be my sister. Just tell me your date of birth, and also, have you ever been to the Imperial Capital when you were a child? Do you have any impression? I beg you."

He almost begged, his eyes were red and tears were welling up in them.

She is completely different from the previous carefree and heartless Feng Yanhui.

Song Yixuan values ​​family affection the most, so she would be really soft-hearted if Feng Yanhui did this.

"October 7th, 22 years old, when I was a child... I probably never went to the Imperial Capital." Song Yixuan said irritably: "Oh! I don't remember."

Feng Yanhui sniffed and murmured, "October 7th... The age is correct, but the date is wrong."

Song Yixuan swung his arms and broke free from Feng Yanhui's hands, "Are you okay?"

"Then your family...you...they..." Feng Yanhui hesitated and scratched her head awkwardly. She was too embarrassed to ask some questions, so she just kept asking, "You really aren't? Look at me carefully, do you have any impression of me? Do you remember anything?"

He stood upright in front of Song Yixuan, turning his body to show his image in 365 degrees.

Song Yixuan was helpless and speechless, "My last name is Song! My whole family has the last name Song!"

"What's wrong?" Guan Qian walked in from outside the villa area, holding a bag of fried chicken in his hand.

"I met a fool."

"Eat some fried chicken to calm down." Guan Qian opened the package and handed it to Song Yixuan. The aroma of the fried chicken instantly healed Song Yixuan's mood.

"You like fried chicken too!" Feng Yanhui's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stared straight at Song Yixuan and the fried chicken that Song Yixuan had just bitten into his mouth.

He originally thought that he had found the wrong person again and felt a little disappointed, but at this moment, his suspicion towards Song Yixuan was instantly rekindled and became more and more intense.

"Di Di-"

A car slowly stopped. It was Guan Qian's car, but the driver was Guan Yi.

"I didn't buy the king crab, but I did buy the emperor crab. I bought everything else."

Guan Qian was afraid that the fried chicken would not taste good if it was left out for too long, so he got off the car at the gate of the community and came back to find Song Yixuan, leaving Guan Yi to buy ingredients for dinner alone.

"I'm going first." Guan Yi stepped on the accelerator, drove past the car, and then slowly backed up to the door of his home.

Feng Yanhui continued: "My sister also likes to eat fried chicken, especially. You..."

Song Yixuan immediately grabbed Guan Qian and ran away.

It's terrible!

Do you have to force her to admit it?

"Hurry, hurry! I'm hiding in your house, lock the door quickly." Song Yixuan gave an instruction, left Guan Qian to lock the door, and ran into the living room.

The most dangerous place is the safest place. He Yunchu must have never thought that she was hiding next door.

Half an hour later...

He Yunchu, Feng Yanhui and Song Yitian stood neatly in front of Song Yixuan.

"Didn't I tell you to lock the door?" Song Yixuan sat on the sofa and glanced at Guan Qian angrily.

How dare you betray her?

"I swear to God, I locked the door." Guan Qian said aggrievedly, "They climbed over the wall."

It seems that hiding too close is not a good thing.

He was caught so easily.

Song Yixuan gave up resisting and said, "Forget it, let's go back."

When she got home, she sat on the sofa again.

He Yunchu did not say anything, but went to Song Yixuan's bedroom. When he came out, he had a sketchbook in his hand.

She handed the unfinished manuscript of the third volume of the comic to Song Yixuan and said coldly, "Draw it."

"Yunchu!" Song Yixuan took it helplessly and sighed heavily.

A crappy cartoon made Song Yixuan and He Yunchu seem like different people.

Ji Zezhou was still sitting opposite He Yunchu, looking at He Yunchu who was concentrating on painting, and his lips were starting to blister from trying to persuade him.

"Master, if we lose the match against KT, our JY team will really be expelled from the Thousand Gods Temple."

"I've told you a long time ago," He Yunchu looked at Feng Yanhui and said calmly, "The management model of the Thousand Gods Temple is not suitable for you."

She actually wanted to say that the management model of the Thousand Gods Temple was not good. But in the end, what she said was still a bit euphemistic.

Feng Yanhui remembered all this, "Perhaps this is also the reason why you have been unwilling to join the Thousand Gods Temple."

He Yunchu smiled and shook his head, "What if I said that I participated in the competition just to help you?"

If she just doesn't like Thousand Gods Temple, then she can go to other e-sports clubs.

But, she didn't!

Feng Yanhui recalled the scene when he approached He Yunchu seven years ago. Just as He Yunchu said, she actually refused at first, but then suddenly agreed. However, she only agreed to help him in her personal capacity.

Ji Zezhou said hurriedly: "It's the same now. Master, just think of it as helping us again."

They originally came to ask He Yunchu for help.

"I've been away for too long." He Yunchu gave them a serious reason for rejection for the first time. "Four years is enough time for a group of strong e-sports players to emerge and for a group of former strong players to be eliminated. The current King of Glory is really unfamiliar to me. Moreover, I have never touched it again in these years, and my hands have long been rusty. I can only be an ordinary player now."

"No!" Ji Zezhou roared, scaring Song Yixuan, who was sitting on the sofa far away, and causing him to drop the pen he was playing with.

You want to influence her creation, right?

Song Yixuan curled his lips and planned to find He Yunchu to complain later.

Although she was just playing and not creating anything.

"Master, you can cast the Sky-wide Lotus Rings, which means you are still the same Jia Yin, and your skills are not rusty." Ji Zezhou said incessantly, "Even if your skills are rusty, you can still cast the Sky-wide Lotus Rings. If you are a little more familiar with it, won't you be more powerful than before?"

"There are always people who are better than you. The level now is different from that of four years ago. Just because I was able to win the championship four years ago doesn't mean I still have the ability to do so now."

With technological development being so rapid, with the help of new equipment and continuous training, the new generation of e-sports players may have surpassed her in ability long ago.

"Master..."

He Yunchu interrupted Ji Zezhou and declined, "I just want to manage Wanhui well and enjoy life."

Just like she refused to enter the e-sports circle seven years ago, she still doesn't want to go now.

There is no reason, the biggest reason is not wanting to do it.

"Master..."

Ji Zezhou wanted to persuade her further but was stopped by Feng Yanhui.

Song Yixuan pursed her lips, holding her painting brush between her lips and nose. She was looking at the three people at He Yunchu's table.

Suddenly, he saw Ji Zezhou pulling Feng Yanhui out, so he quickly lowered his head, guiltily turned a page at random, and pretended to be drawing.

She couldn't let He Yunchu catch her distracted.

There is a sense of fear and oppression among students sitting in the last row, as if they might be caught by the class teacher at any time.

Song Yixuan suddenly discovered that He Yunchu seemed to be a bit of a bad luck to her.

In the yard, Ji Zezhou was a little angry and asked, "Why did you stop me? You are the captain! Don't forget what we promised them before we came."

Feng Yanhui was rarely silent. He smiled bitterly and said, "She won't agree."

"Then we have to try our best." Ji Zezhou was already exhausted, and he was even more angry when he had Feng Yanhui as the captain. He paced back and forth anxiously, "As long as it's not the day of the competition, we still have a chance."

But Feng Yanhui knew He Yunchu. He had been trying to persuade him for almost three years, but He Yunchu had never agreed to join the Thousand Gods Temple.

And now there is less than a month left, how can we possibly persuade him?

"Yes." Ji Zezhou suddenly asked: "Master said that she wanted to help you back then, why did she help you?"

Feng Yanhui was not too sure, "It should be because...Xu Zhoulin."

"Who is it?" Ji Zezhou asked puzzledly.

"The third young master of the Xu family." Feng Yanhui recalled: "Back then, he had just returned from the countryside and his mental state was not very good. My father took me to see him and said that I had ADHD and talked a lot, so I could enlighten him."

"I chatted with him, but he ignored me. I asked him to play games with me, but he told me to get lost. But my dad wouldn't let me go out, so I had no choice but to annoy him. Later, I told him that the team wanted to recruit Yunchu, but I didn't expect Yunchu to change his mind and agree the next day."

"So, I guessed that he must have helped me pass the message in the middle."

Apart from this, Feng Yanhui couldn't think of any other people or other reasons.

Ji Zezhou seemed to see hope, "Then you can contact the third young master of the Xu family and ask him to help."

Feng Yanhui chuckled, and the corners of her mouth dropped instantly, "He blocked me."

"Ah?" The hope that Ji Zezhou had just seen was instantly shattered.

"He thinks I'm annoying." Feng Yanhui said unconvincedly, "I also think he doesn't talk enough. I asked him ten questions, but he didn't answer me even once."

Ji Zezhou mocked, "You are not wronged at all." But then he changed the subject and said hurriedly, "Then we can only go find him. Do you know where he is now?"

Feng Yanhui spread her hands and said, "He has blocked me, how can I know where he is?"

"Feng Yanhui, can you be of any use to me?" Ji Zezhou cursed.

Feng Yanhui turned and walked out, "Let's go back to your house and discuss it first."

"How dare you live in my house?" Ji Zezhou chased and scolded, feeling both love and hate.

The next day, the Song family's doorbell rang again.

Song Yice took Xiaoguaiguai and Xiaokeai out and was about to go out for a walk with the rabbits.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw two bags of fried chicken floating in the air.

He was being held by someone, blocking his face.

"Boom!"

The two bags of fried chicken opened to the left and right, revealing Feng Yanhui's playful smile.

"Is your sister home?"

Rather than persuading He Yunchu to help in the competition, he now wants to confirm whether Song Yixuan is his sister.

"Not up yet."

"It's okay, I can wait." Feng Yanhui ran in, as if she couldn't wait any longer.

Song Yixuan was yawning when Feng Yanhui suddenly came into her sight and she immediately stopped yawning.

No, why is this person here again?

"Yixi, little Xixi, I brought you some fried chicken." Feng Yanhui said in a hoarse voice, her smile really showing ill intentions.

He placed the fried chicken on the table in front of Song Yixuan, and pushed it towards Song Yixuan, saying with a smile, "Eat it quickly, I waited in line all morning to buy it. This restaurant is the most popular in Linhang, and the taste is the best."

Looking at Feng Yanhui's treacherous expression, Song Yixuan couldn't eat anymore. "What do you want?"

The smile on Feng Yanhui's face faded slightly, and he asked, "Do you have any photos before the age of six? Photos before the age of ten will also do."

Song Yixuan snorted coldly and said, "No!" He added coldly, "My family is poor and I can't afford to take photos."

But when she said "My family is poor", her tone was as if she was saying "My family is the richest in the world". She did not feel inferior but rather proud.

Feng Yanhui couldn't help but widen her eyes and look at this luxurious villa with an expression of disbelief. At least it shouldn't have been so difficult to take photos a dozen years ago, right?

“Hehehe…” Feng Yanhui smiled awkwardly.

Maybe the Song family is a nouveau riche.

Song Yixuan secretly looked at Feng Yanhui. Although she didn't admit it, she felt a little familiar in her heart.

She knew that she came to the Song family because she was lost. Feng Yanhui also said that his sister was lost. Are they really related?

Song Yixuan looked away, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

She never thought that she would return to her family one day, and she didn't know how to face the moment of reunion.

To her, the Song family is her home, and Song Yishen and his family are her family.