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Chapter 88 Is Your Boyfriend a Professional Gamer?
Han Mochen: "..."

The number he usually trained with was difficult to match, so he just used it casually these two days.

Xia Bairuo turned his head, saw An Yujin still standing there, frowned, and said, "Are you even more successful than Luna?"

Without waiting for his answer, she raised her hand and clicked on Han Mochen's phone while muttering, "Static data cannot fully reflect the real level. I really don't know what's more interesting than this..."

When the commonly used hero interface was clicked, An Yujin and Mustache's expressions could no longer be described as pale.

They were all dumbfounded.

This guy's hero winning rate is terrifying. The winning rate of all commonly used heroes is basically over 85%.

Especially the winning rates of Luna and Mulan are exaggerated to 93% and 91%!

...Who is this person from? !

Han Mochen took the phone back into his hand, exited the game interface and locked the screen, looking at the two of them lightly.

An Yujin's heart trembled for no reason when he was swept by his somewhat profound glance.

Beside him, the waiter was still worried that he would cause trouble, and he was still talking about scenes, and there were some threats in his sentences.

The general meaning is that if he doesn't stop, you can only ask him out.

Mustache was the first to react and pulled An Yujin. The two sat back in their chairs in a daze and didn't speak for a long time.

But the cute curly-haired girl leaned over and gave Xia Bairuo a cute wink, "Sister, is your boyfriend a professional?"

"No...he's not me..." Xia Bairuo blushed and shook her hand in embarrassment.

"Aren't you so professional?" However, the curly-haired cute girl misunderstood her meaning.

Xia Bairuo pursed her lips and wanted to explain, but the other party said, "Can you add me as a friend? Please help me."

...There’s no need to add friends, right?

Before Xia Bairuo could answer, the cute girl with curly hair had already taken out her mobile phone and looked at Han Mochen with admiration in her eyes, "Master, are you interested in being an anchor? I can introduce you."

Xia Bairuo: "..." It turns out I didn't want to add her as a friend.

She secretly glanced at Mo Chen, but didn't want to look into his blue eyes as deep as the sea, and her heart skipped a beat.

Han Mochen: "Didn't you say you were hungry?"

"what?"

"What to eat?"

Xia Bairuo: "..." Is he just ignoring this cute girl? !

Pursing her lips and taking the menu from Han Mochen, Xia Bairuo tried to hint to him with her eyes that it was not good to ignore him.

However, seeing her expression, Han Mochen said, "Are you suffering from eye twitching?"

...eyes, eye twitching? !

Please, was she hinting that he was okay?
Xia Bairuo, who was asking for trouble, puffed up her mouth in anger, snorted and looked down at the menu.

At that moment, she didn't notice at all the gentle smile on Han Mochen's lips.

How could the curly-haired girl sitting nearby not see Han Mochen's attitude, so she curled her lips in embarrassment and sat down again.

Beside her, An Yujin was frantically poking at the screen of his phone, chatting with someone who didn't know what.

"I know your training number is above fifty stars. Send me the password."

"Don't talk about it. I'm your brother. You have to do whatever I ask you to do."

"Why, after becoming a professional player, have you forgotten who hurt your hand trying to save you when you were a child?!"

……

In the villa, An Yuheng's pupils suddenly closed when he saw the last sentence printed on the screen of his mobile phone.

After a while, he slowly replied, "Eleven stars are not enough for you to pretend to be B?"

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　　Why is it called An Yujin? Of course it’s because there’s a story. Even if you don’t know how to name, you can’t underestimate me to this extent, right?Storm Cries TvT, and, yes, I am also very bad at math, I often make mistakes in calculations, and sometimes I can’t even remember my mobile phone number.Someone else’s cell phone number?Sorry, no one remembers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)