Chapter 1389: So You Still Like Him (4)

Zhou Qi looked at the computer in front of him without making a sound, but his expression seemed to become even grimmer.

An Rui was somewhat surprised and instinctively glanced in the direction of Xiao Rou, which left him momentarily stunned.

Just a moment ago, An Rui had not paid attention, but now looking over, even through the glass wall, he clearly saw the person sitting next to Xiao Rou.

An Rui suddenly felt a bit nervous and quickly turned to look at Zhou Qi: "You..."

Zhou Qi, who had been silent earlier, seemed to guess what An Rui wanted to say and spoke before he could finish: "Don’t worry, it won’t affect me."

Anyone doing anything emphasizes their state, especially those competing in the arena.

Hearing Zhou Qi say this, An Rui felt slightly reassured, although he didn’t show it on his face, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

Why did Xiao Rou have to bring Xi Siyan along?

The competition started soon, and the electronic screen projected the images.

Xiao Rou couldn’t understand, but she made the simplest judgment; her eyes were fixed on Zhou Qi’s character.

Seeing Zhou Qi’s character kill an opponent on the screen, Xiao Rou at least knew this was a good thing.

And the person beside her often became excited because of such things.

With her eyes on the electronic screen, after watching for a while and recalling what Zhou Chengchen occasionally told her before, Xiao Rou roughly understood.

Her fingers clenched slightly, and her heart followed suit with tension.

They have to win, absolutely have to win.

She didn’t understand the passion within, nor the dreams it held.

But she didn’t want Zhou Qi to lose; from her limited knowledge of him, she knew that the man had never lost in whatever he wanted to do.

After several waves of climaxes, the final explosion finally arrived.

The girl sitting next to Xiao Rou almost jumped up and cheered first as soon as the victory sign appeared.

The cheers inside the stadium almost threatened to lift the roof off.

Xiao Rou, always a lady, stood up at this moment too, clapping desperately.

They won, really won.

On stage, Zhou Qi quietly looked at the computer; they were soundproofed from outside, and compared to the fans’ noise, the five of them were much calmer because this wasn’t the final; it was just a win in a regular game.

But still, winning made their mood joyful.

Zhou Qi moved his fingers a bit, and the five of them stood up to walk outside.

Shaking hands with the opponents and gesturing to the audience at the venue, Zhou Qi’s gaze again turned toward Xiao Rou.

At this moment, most of the audience were standing, including Xiao Rou, and Zhou Qi gazed at her; tonight, she looked exceptionally beautiful, standing beside another man, exceptionally beautiful.

His gaze lingered on Xiao Rou for a few seconds, then quickly moved away.

Then things proceeded step by step.

Back in the lounge, Zhou Qi opened his phone and saw a message from Xiao Rou. Almost simultaneously came the blessings from Xi Siyan.

We won...and with extreme elegance.

In today’s match, every team member made no mistakes; everyone seemed to pursue this victory with absolute focus.

Everyone played exceptionally steadily.

Indeed, every person performed beyond their capabilities.

Zhou Qi felt it, but he didn’t overthink it; to him, it was an issue of competitive state, nothing particularly unusual.

With the phone in hand, typing away, someone suddenly came to wrap their arm around his shoulder: "Brother Qi, we won!"