I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling brought out a small plate of braised chicken legs from the kitchen. The surface of the chicken legs on the plate was golden and shiny, exuding an enticing aroma. The steaming fragrance spread instantly.

The aroma was mixed with the sweet taste of the brine, and the fragrance instantly filled the entire restaurant.

He paused deliberately, his eyes falling on the little guy watching anime on the sofa, his smile tinged with pride and provocation.

"Stop pretending! Don't you want to eat the chicken leg? If not, don't blame me for eating it all!"

Yun Yiruo was still immersed in sadness, but when she heard that there was something delicious, she dropped the remote control in her hand and ran over quickly.

Before the kitchen door was fully opened, my sister had already picked up a hot chicken leg that had just come out of the pan before she could react. The meat was tender and the skin was slightly crispy.

He lowered his head and couldn't help making a satisfied "gurgling" sound, his face filled with irrepressible joy, as if he was secretly celebrating his "victory" in his heart.

Yun Yiruo hummed a cheerful tune while biting a chicken leg, eating it non-stop and occasionally letting out a small sigh of "Hmm~ It smells so good".

When he reached the stairs, he suddenly looked back mischievously, as if he wanted to provoke Jiang Ling.

His eyes were full of pride and happiness, as if he was secretly enjoying the satisfaction of this "victory".

Jiang Ling was still standing in the kitchen, busy cleaning the dishes, and occasionally bending down to pick up a few dropped chopsticks.

"Don't play for too long, it's time to go to bed."

Yun Yiruo completely ignored her sister's words and ran upstairs quickly.

Standing in front of his room, he shouted loudly to the empty room: "Your emperor of Shurima is back~"

Although there was no response in the room, he still felt that he was the master of this territory, and his words were full of arrogance and confidence.

Gently push open the door, and you will see a room full of game discs and various e-sports equipment.

He picked up a pair of headphones from the table, put them on without hesitation, adjusted his seat, and began his journey as the "Emperor".

Jiang Ling downstairs sat in her office chair with a worried look on her face, staring intently at the computer screen. A pile of documents lay before her.

He whispered to himself, "Hasn't he already delegated his authority?"

The contrast between downstairs and upstairs seems like two completely different worlds, like two different worlds.

The space downstairs was shrouded in an oppressive silence. No one spoke, and there was no sound at all. It was so quiet that one wondered if time was still flowing.

The atmosphere upstairs, however, was quite the opposite. The sounds were endless, the clacking of keyboards and the clicking of mice almost becoming telegraph machines.

The game was quite calm at the beginning. I originally wanted to experience the new character, but I quickly mastered the operations and techniques, and even the timing of releasing skills became more and more accurate.

But later on, you start playing and beating and scolding each other, as if all the dissatisfaction in the world is concentrated in this game.

The opponent was putting pressure on her to the point where she couldn't breathe, and her teammates' performance made her even more furious.

Her eyes were fixed on the screen. The jungler position was supposed to be her key role in dominating the overall situation, but she was almost collapsing under the constant pressure from the enemies and teammates.

While trying every possible way to help teammates get first blood, she also has to put pressure on the top and bottom lanes at the same time, and even has to compete for early resources. She is needed everywhere.

However, at this time, the most unbearable ones are those "cerebral palsy teammates". It seems that everyone is doing things that go against common sense.

He lost the first blood for no apparent reason, and was so angry that the headphones on his head were almost pulled straight by the force of his anger.

He grabbed his headphones angrily, his eyes almost spitting fire with anger.

He was so angry that he was about to smoke, and even after the game was over, his emotions still did not calm down at all.

I added my teammates as friends, but without any politeness, I started a text duel in the chat box.

The sound of "bang bang bang" on the keyboard continued.

The little hands were typing quickly on the keyboard, as fast as the frantic typing of the opposing players, almost forming a rhythm confrontation.

"You scold me? You must be mentally ill!

"I scolded you, but it's because you are sick in the head!"

"How can you fight so badly if you're not sick?"

When Jiang Ling pushed open the door, she saw the little guy sitting at the table with headphones on his head. The headphones were pulled straight, as if there was a landline phone on his head.

Jiang Ling stood at the door, looking through the crack in the door, quietly observing the little guy's back.

That angry, tense look.

His little hands kept tapping on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen, his cheeks slightly red with anger.

"He fought so fiercely, he's really a little bully."

Jiang Ling couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Yun Yiruo rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward slightly.

Jiang Ling didn't disturb her. She stood there quietly, ready to wait for the little girl to calm down before going in.

Finally, a round of the game ended. Yun Yiru suddenly threw away his headphones, and his angry voice filled the entire room in an instant.

"These teammates have no idea how to cooperate! They always hold us back!"

Jiang Ling then walked in as if she had seen nothing.

"Okay, okay, we've had enough fun, let's call it a night and go to bed."

However, Yun Yiruo still refused to give up. While muttering, she angrily threw the headphones aside.

Her little face was puffed up like a balloon, her mouth was pouting high, and she didn't notice at all that she had been picked up by her sister.

Jiang Ling gently carried her to bed, Yun Yiruo's body pressed tightly against her arms, feeling the familiar warmth. Jiang Ling slightly adjusted her posture, pulled the quilt in place, and whispered, "Be good, go to sleep."

Yun Yiruo was still a little agitated. She rolled over and muttered in a defiant tone, "Sister, you don't understand! My teammates are as stupid as idiots. How can I possibly turn the tables by myself?"

"Losing doesn't mean everything is over. There will be another chance tomorrow and we can start over, right?"

The little guy was mumbling something, and although his voice was not loud, people could still hear the words clearly: "Teammate with cerebral palsy!"

The tender and clear child's voice seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

Jiang Ling, who was sitting beside the bed, frowned and scolded softly, "Don't say dirty words."

"why?"

"Because swearing is a good habit, no matter what happens, you should never swear casually."

(Thank you all for your gifts and support. My recent schedule is a bit like a daily diary. I have been very busy recently and have been pressed for time, so the quality is a bit behind. If you have any plots you want to see, please leave a comment.)