Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 247: Black

Enter the hotel room and lock the door.

Ai Liang first checked the interior of the room.

He booked a luxury suite.

The room facilities and environment are much better than those four-person or five-person rooms.

At least the room didn't have the persistent smell of smoke that you get in a regular room.

There were no obvious stains on the computer desk, and the gaming chair was covered with a cloth cover.

Ai Liang stood in the center of the room and used telekinesis to tap the floor of the next room. All that could be heard here was a faint thud.

Ai Liang nodded.

This newly opened e-sports hotel has pretty good soundproofing.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense.

Many people unconsciously shout out loud when playing games with friends.

The sound was no less than that of a monkey at the zoo during mealtime or a guard dog seeing a stranger in the middle of the night.

If a gaming hotel isn't soundproof, it might as well not open at all.

Anyway, the bed is just for decoration.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The most basic cell phone ringtone rang in the room.

Ai Liang knew without even thinking who was calling.

Generally, when you've arranged to play games together, only one person will call him.

"Powering on."

After answering the phone, Ai Liang spoke up before the other end could say anything.

"It's so slow, Xiao Ai. We're just missing you on our side."

Ma Yu urged in a very affected manner, "You're always the slowest to log on. People are getting impatient waiting."

Ai Liang turned on her computer and put on her headphones: "My laptop isn't a gaming laptop. If I want to play games normally, I can only go to an internet cafe."

So you're at an internet cafe right now?

Ma Yu asked in confusion, "Why is there no sound from your side? Is it a private room?"

"Esports Hotel".

Ma Yu clicked his tongue, revealing an expression that was both unexpected and yet perfectly reasonable.

Given Ai Liang's personality, it's unlikely she would go to a noisy environment like an internet cafe alone.

Even when Yue Qihua dragged them there before, everyone always wanted a private room.

This made Ma Yu's already meager allowance even worse.

Now everyone is scattered across the country, and Ai Liang doesn't even go to private rooms anymore; she's staying directly at an e-sports hotel.

To this, Ma Yu could only sigh, "It's good to be rich."

In fact, Ma Yu has quite a bit of pocket money; he could easily spend all his time in internet cafes every day.

The main reason is that Fang Xiaoxiao is a big spender; she pesters Ma Yu to go to the cake shop to buy all kinds of cakes every day.

This causes Xiao Ma to typically fall into a financial crisis around the middle of each month.

Every time Ma Yu tried to be firm in rejecting Fang Xiaoxiao, he would always give in to her cute and charming advances.

Ai Liang hung up the phone, opened the communication software on her computer, and entered the chat channel she had created beforehand.

As soon as he entered, he heard Yang Xingyue's voice: "Ah, Huahua, Ai Liang is here."

"too slow!"

Yue Qihua couldn't help but complain.

"The hotel is a bit far from home, and it took quite a while to get here."

Ai Liang entered the loading screen of the check-in game and casually offered an explanation.

"Esports hotel?"

"Ah."

"You're not planning to sleep there tonight, are you? Didn't you say before that the top classes at Qianhua Experimental Middle School don't have holidays?"

Yue Qihua skillfully opened the special attention section and sent a team invitation to Ai Liang.

The game they're going to play tonight is a popular battle royale game.

In these types of games, Yue Qihua and Ai Liang are usually in the C position.

Ma Yu and Fang Xiaoxiao engage in various forms of reckless behavior, imitating Taliban players by playing with bomb cars, palm-sized grenades falling from the sky, and artificial bombing zones – all purely for fun.

The worst time, these two picked up about ten incendiary bombs.

Fly a glider to burn down two teams of players who are engaged in a fierce firefight in the wild.

Unfortunately, he wasn't burned; instead, he was shot down by a rocket launcher.

It felt like those two were the ones truly enjoying the game.

A group of happy people.

"I asked the homeroom teacher for leave," Ai Liang replied.

Yue Qihua sighed: "I knew it."

It's true that top-performing classes are strictly managed and have fewer holidays.

That doesn't mean Ai Liang is willing to sit at school and daydream every day.

At worst, he can transfer to the direct-entry class; it doesn't matter to him where he takes classes anyway.

The main problem is that Yu Xin refuses to release the person.

After all, Ai Liang's entrance exam scores speak for themselves.

Even if his achievement was the result of an exceptionally outstanding performance, it was still supported by a certain foundation.

If Ai Liang goes to the direct-entry class, after three exams, according to regulations, at least half of the students in the top class will be eliminated.

Since they voluntarily left the honors class, it's impossible for them to come back.

The students in the class will definitely have a lot of complaints, suspecting that the school deliberately kicked Ai Liang out of the top class.

The purpose was to save a monthly subsidy of one thousand yuan.

Without exchanging any unnecessary words, the group immediately began the game.

Of the five people, four were playing the game, while Yang Xingyue was watching from outside.

The main reason is that she's not a game enthusiast like Yue Qihua, nor does she play everything like Fang Xiaoxiao.

Yang Xingyue wasn't really into these kinds of games; she only played them because Ai Liang was around.

Her main vantage point was always on Ai Liang, and she would occasionally remind Ai Liang where she had missed any recovery items.

It's just like those girls who watch their boyfriends play games in internet cafes.

It's fortunate that Ai Liang wasn't around, otherwise Yang Xingyue would have served her tea, water, and late-night snacks.

That's how it used to be when I went to internet cafes.

A virtuous wife is a good helper.

As the number of game rounds increased, the time quickly reached 10:50.

Yue Qihua controlled her game character and engaged in a final gunfight with the enemy.

After a series of crackling sounds...

game over.

Yue Qihua ultimately fell short in the final round.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Let's not even mention that half the team members are just coasting along.

In this game, Ai Liang was surrounded and killed by a team as soon as he landed.

Games are not reality. In reality, Ai Liang could easily fight ten thousand people with his bare hands, but game characters can't do that.

And so he gloriously landed and was eliminated.

The team's combat effectiveness was reduced by half.

Only Yue Qihua remained, leading two Bombers alone to continue the game, relying on her superb skills to make it into the final round.

During the final gunfight.

Yang Xingyue kept chatting with Ai Liang, who had already been eliminated, via video, which distracted Yue Qihua.

Ultimately, this led to losing the game.

Although nobody really cares about winning or losing.

Exit the game and return to the lobby.

Yue Qihua coughed twice, came to Yang Xingyue's side, and patted her shoulder: "Ahem, it's getting late, Xingyue, shouldn't you go back to your room to rest?"

Yang Xingyue reluctantly looked away from the tablet: "Well... anyway, no one has class tomorrow, so it's okay to stay up a little later."

"It's almost eleven o'clock. Usually, Ai Liang would already be in bed by this time."

Yue Qihua reminded her.

"Hey, is it already that late?"

Yang Xingyue immediately looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and complained with a bitter face: "Ugh, time flies by too fast!"

Yue Qihua pouted and muttered, "You've been chatting with Ai Liang the whole time, of course you think it's fast."

Yang Xingyue blushed slightly: "What does it matter? Anyway, you didn't encounter any enemies back then."

Yue Qihua sat down on the edge of the bed and let her tied-up hair down: "Yes, yes, so you should go back to your room and rest, Miss Yang."

As she spoke, she snatched the tablet from Yang Xingyue's hand: "Ai Liang, you haven't showered yet, go take a shower and rest. If you're not used to staying up late, it's better to go to bed earlier."

Ai Liang shrugged: "You should persuade Xingyue to go to sleep first, rather than me, otherwise she'll be sleepy again the next day."

Yang Xingyue sat up straight in bed, knelt down, and leaned on Yue Qihua's shoulder: "No way! I was just sleepy from staying up all night doing practice problems! Besides, we don't have class tomorrow."

"Alright, no matter what, you should go to sleep."

Yue Qihua shook her shoulders, but she couldn't shake Yang Xingyue off.

"I'm not going back tonight! I'm sleeping here!"

Yang Xingyue said defiantly.

"Huh? It's so hot, you're going to sleep here?"

"Isn't there air conditioning?"

Yue Qihua unconsciously narrowed her eyes: "Then go and get the pillow first, so you don't end up hugging me while you're rolling around in the middle of the night."

As Yang Xingyue's best friend who grew up together.

Yue Qihua knew very well how her younger sister slept.

She often experiences sleep paralysis while she's sleeping.

"Hua Hua, you actually dislike me!"

Yang Xingyue angrily reached out and tickled Yue Qihua's armpits.

"Hey! Wait a minute! Um... haha... video..."

Faced with Yang Xingyue's sudden attack, Yue Qihua, who was holding a tablet, was unable to mount an effective resistance.

He could only try to tighten his arms and clamp Yang Xingyue's hand between them.

The summer heat had not yet dissipated, and Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue were dressed rather lightly at home.

During their playful banter, Ai Liang saw many things she shouldn't have seen.

Like light blue overalls, white lace trim, and a bouncy bunny.

With each screen shake, everything is clearly visible.

"I think you should hang up the video call first."

Ai Liang spoke up to remind him at the right time.

Realizing she had exposed herself, Yang Xingyue blushed and pulled her hand away from Yue Qihua's armpit.

The two sat up straight again.

Yang Xingyue wrapped her arms around Yue Qihua's neck and pressed her face against Yue Qihua's.

Then, in a barely audible voice, she said, "Ai Liang, you... I have nothing to do with Hua Hua..."

Yue Qihua was startled by this bold statement and hurriedly turned her face away.

However, she did not refute this statement.

Instead, he secretly observed Ai Liang's reaction on the screen out of the corner of his eye.

Unfortunately, Ai Liang's expression did not change at all.

This made Yue Qihua a little disappointed.

He was still looking at me while I was soaking wet at school...

Yue Qihua recalled the heavy rain on the eve of the high school entrance exam.

Her palms unconsciously rested on her full breasts.

Ai Liang pretended not to hear this and used the mouse to shut down the computer: "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Goodnight."

Yang Xingyue responded softly, "Okay, goodnight."

Then she poked Yue Qihua's waist from behind with her finger.

Goodnight, Ai Liang.

Yue Qihua also stammered a goodnight.

Ai Liang nodded slightly and ended the video call.

(End of this chapter)