Four Split Personalities

"I’m clearly worried sick! But you actually keep thinking about my morning jogs... the... the..."

Yu Chen’s face turned red as she waved her small hands, unusually flustered and irritated, she shouted angrily: "Since the second year of middle school I’ve been using my family’s treadmill! Later, after getting to know the big sisters, they surrounded me while running together for weight loss! Moreover, I was wearing sports bras and sweaters and thick jackets! What are you thinking about!"

After saying this, the girl stomped her foot again, pinning Motan down, and unexpectedly delivered a headbutt because she wasn’t able to vent her anger fully!

No lovely kiss scene developed, just a sharp ’bang’ sounded between their foreheads, and then they both wobbled and fell down.

"Can’t forgive you... can’t forgive you!"

Supporting herself on the edge of the sand table, struggling to stand up, the dizzy girl lightly bit her silver teeth and muttered shakily, "Don’t let me catch you... I’ll bite you if I do! Even a rabbit bites in desperation... boo! So embarrassing! I’ll bite you!"

[This is great... Warfire League...]

Motan, who got beaten up, unconsciously curled his lips, struggling to sit up straight from the back of the chair, sighing quietly in his heart as he cautiously looked at the wobbling girl.

"Hmm?!"

He was met with a glaring gaze and quickly turned his eyes away.

Shaking his head vigorously, his eyes finally completed focusing, and seeing the figure before him, the girl snorted, kicked his leg with her small boot, and, with a pout, started muttering—

"I’m so mad... what kind of person... minding my own business... too much... who do you think you are... guarding food without reason... stingy... drink cold water..."

Motan: "..."

Despite spending so much time together (mostly in the game), even with an increased immunity level, and a growing proficiency in expression management, he was still caught off guard at this moment, even forgetting he was currently in a competition.

Yes, in a competition!

Friends, we’re in a competition now!

...

"This... this is..."

Lei Er Si was completely dumbfounded, due to being a commentator, she had more angles sitting in a designated seat compared to the common audience, including the commanders’ room view from both sides.

This means, though they couldn’t hear the sound, Motan and Yu Chen’s interaction just now was fully grasped by these two sister commentators, messing up their thinking and rhythm directly.

"The Black Vatican Priest here, seems to be engaging in some sort of discussion with her counselor."

La Ersi finally organized her language, said stiffly: "I think they should be discussing tactics. Yes, we can see here, the new Saintess of the Dawn Religion, God’s Chosen Prince Chen Wangyu is using rich body language to convey some information to the Black Vatican Priest..."

Lei Er Si blinked a bit blankly, "Is that right? Sister?"

"Of course, I think the two must have had some kind of disagreement in the next phase plan, after all, the counselor is not just the commander’s mouthpiece, at critical times they not only suggest their opinions but also provide various ideas and thoughts for the commander’s reference."

La Ersi watched coldly as Her Highness the Saintess repeatedly stomped the foot of their commander, said in a deep voice: "From what I know, this is not the first time the Black Vatican Priest and the Prince Chen Wangyu fought side by side; plus, given the latter’s respected status, and the fact that they are in a relationship, Prince Chen Wangyu is quite upfront expressing her opinions, so a bit of a heated discussion is reasonably normal."

Then the two saw the scene of ’Her Highness the Saintess using a headbutt on the Black Vatican Priest.’

"Hmm... hmm..."

Lei Er Si nodded rigidly, saying in an unusually dry voice: "Indeed, it’s quite... a heated atmosphere."

"There’s no choice, since the opponent is Foster Ward."

La Ersi redirected her gaze back to the main screen, observing the two red team maneuvering troops withdrawing at high speed, aligning with the rear supply lines, she expressed with grave demeanor: "The pressure brought by the number one seed player is no joke, truthfully, just with that Black Vatican Priest’s tactic changing, switch performed, had it been someone else, those two maneuvering units might have already been crushed."

Lei Er Si nodded slightly, echoed: "Indeed, both players calculated far ahead, if any side had been a beat slower within the last ten minutes, they would have suffered heavy blows from the other side. The Black Vatican Priest’s variant Bifurcated Clamp Killing Formation opens a breach directly on the front, and Foster’s mobile units could easily trap the three armies of the opponent... Both sides are in a rhythm where making one wrong move would lead to collapse."

"I think, Foster’s timely withdrawal of the two mobile units must have surprised the Black Vatican Priest, which led to such a heated discussion with that Saintess."

La Ersi touched her chin, narrowed her sharp and beautiful eyes: "I hope they won’t get overwhelmed, after all, this match... is just beginning."

...

"Competition, let’s be serious."

Motan cleared his throat gently, worked on rescuing his hair from the girl’s hands, then glanced at the sand table beside him, smiled lightly: "That guy Foster is stronger than I imagined."

Feeling relaxed after seeing his nonchalant expression, Yu Chen slightly paused, quickly lowered her voice in tension and asked: "Well... what should we do then!"

"Uh, it’s tricky, considering the unexpected pressure, I originally thought of him as only someone at Barty’s level, but... tsk, if the order to retreat those two units was deliberate, then we’re in for trouble."

Motan touched his nose with a rather serious expression, without letting go of the girl’s hand, now no longer attempting to pull his hair, he said solemnly: "I need your help."

She instantly shivered, incredulously pointed at herself: "Motan, you mean... me?"

"Yes, because right now I must concentrate on figuring things out, so there are many things I can’t manage at the same time."

Motan nodded slightly, his face was very serious: "I need a cute girl who’s both attentive and patient, with nice handwriting and fluent in Mandarin as my assistant."

Yu Chen raised her eyebrows subtly, then softly sighed after a while, muttered: "Though not cute at all, not sure if attentive enough, but if you need..."

"Whether you’re cute or not is for me to decide."

Motan slightly coughed, then tossed the feather pen in his hand to Yu Chen, took a deep breath, lowered his head towards the sand table: "So starting now, I’ll concentrate on thinking about dealing with that Foster guy, since I must keep tracking the sand table’s movements, the instruction card is yours to write."

"Eh! I have to write?"

"Yes, being a medical student, your writing speed must be superfast."

"I don’t think such convenient characters will be properly recognized by the main console though..."

"Then just use ordinary convenient ones, don’t worry about content, I’ll dictate it."

"Alright... okay then..."

"You’ll read the battle reports too, no need to rush, just at normal speed is fine."

"Got it!"

"Very helpful, this way, I can fully concentrate—"

Motan didn’t look up, just curved his lips into a smile, his eyes firmly focused on the sand table.

Having said that, he entered the familiar thinking state for Yu Chen.

[Ouch! My foot hurts! My head hurts too! Just now those hits were completely in a non-sensory weakened state!]

[But sometimes when she’s upset, she’s really cute!]

[Yes, definitely my fault, imagining morning jogs and all that...]

[Can’t help it, there are too many good-looking guys like Barty with sinister motives!]

[So you can’t entirely blame me, right...]

[Anyway, arranging things like this hopefully makes your mood better~]

[It’s strange, Foster is oddly strong...]

[With you by my side, I don’t feel even a bit tense.]

Chapter 1309: End

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