National server's number one jungler.
The most popular professional player.
A face comparable to a current top celebrity, so many investors wanted him for advertisements.
Unfortunately, his godhood was too high and his family background too deep. Even the media did not dare report nonsense about him.
Of course, he did not know her.
People came and went, but Mo Bei still had not moved.
Wang Dongdong had already pressed a hand to his forehead.
It was over.
Whether it was him or this non-mainstream ancestor, they were both finished.
He now seriously suspected that his own non-mainstream disaster had planned this. Knowing K God would be here today, he had deliberately chosen this time to return.
The more Wang Dongdong thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
He wanted to cry.
After all, no one was blind.
Even if the non-mainstream had dyed his hair, that face had not changed.
Sure enough, when the man's assistant saw Mo Bei's face, he exploded.
"You, you, you! It's you again! You really never give up. Last time you snuck backstage, and this time you pretended to be a fan? How many times have I told you to stay away from our K God? Do you not understand human speech?"
He truly had not expected men to be this terrifying when they acted obsessed.
This Mo Nan was famous in the circle for clinging to popularity.
The last incident had already made people unhappy.
How did he still dare come?
Mo Bei, on the other hand, frowned.
"Pretended to be a fan?"
"Damn it, you still want to deny it? Look at what you are holding!"
The assistant was about to go crazy. His young master hated these bent men the most.
Mo Bei looked down following the assistant's gaze.
The support poster was still resting on her suitcase.
It really was a perfect misunderstanding.
"I can explain."
"I do not want to hear it."
The man spoke.
His eyes were lazy, like a thread of morning mist that had not yet dispersed. Even through the black mask, the impatience in his voice was clear.
Perhaps because he had a cold, he did not restrain his temper. A faint hostility showed through.
"Let go. Then get lost."
Get lost?
After hearing those words, Mo Bei tilted her head slightly.
Very slowly, she smiled.
Then she raised her hand.
The poster flew in a straight line into the black trash bin beside them.
Clean.
Neat.
After that, she put one hand into her trouser pocket and tilted her head lazily.
"There is really no need to listen," she said. "I only picked up garbage so I could throw it away."
The surrounding air froze.
Wang Dongdong's eyes widened.
The assistant's face turned green with anger.
And the man called K God finally lowered his eyes and truly looked at her.
The misunderstanding had been set up too perfectly.
Mo Nan's old reputation, the poster in her hand, the assistant's anger, and K God's impatience all pointed at the same answer everyone wanted.
But Mo Bei had never been good at accepting answers other people prepared for her.
If K God wanted to remember this meeting, then he would remember it correctly.
And if the esports circle insisted on treating Mo Nan like a joke, then this would be the first time the joke turned around and looked back.
Wang Dongdong was not the only person with that guess.
He opened his QQ, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. Turning his head, he began earnestly persuading her.
"I know that because you like K God, you are ready to use every trick. But you also need to think. K God is such a smart person. Would he not see through that move just now? Wasn't that playing hard to get?"
Mo Bei had been resting her chin on one hand, looking at the scenery outside the car window.
Hearing that, she tapped one finger against her cheek.
"Me? Playing hard to get?"
It was clearly an ordinary action.
But when the young man did it, he looked elegant down to the bone.
Wang Dongdong froze for a moment.
This non-mainstream really was different.
But he could not say exactly where.
He only felt that this person gave off a comfortable aura.
Comfortable?
How could that be?
He must have woken up too early today and lost his most basic judgment.
It was already a blessing if the non-mainstream did not cause trouble for him.
After shaking off the illusion, Wang Dongdong spoke seriously.
"If that was not playing hard to get, what was it? Throwing the poster away in front of K God was obviously to make him look at you differently. You do not need to explain. I understand."
Mo Bei: Everything you understand is only your imagination.
"But seriously, Idol, you need to stop here. If you cause anything else, the company will definitely fire me. I am begging you. Even if you like K God, please like him secretly in your heart, okay?"
Mo Bei's tone was slow.
"You seem to have misunderstood. I do not like him."
Wang Dongdong laughed twice.
"Do not like him? You think everyone is blind? Have you forgotten what you did before?"
Mo Bei raised an eyebrow, calm and unhurried.
"Then tell me. What exactly did I do?"
Finally given a chance to complain, Wang Dongdong counted from beginning to end.
Sneaking backstage, acting frivolous, forcibly clinging to popularity, and so on.
When he finished, he parked the car with a fierce energy.
"What else do you have to say?"
"Nothing."
There truly was nothing.
Mo Bei turned her eyes slightly.
Those people really had gone all the way to destroy him.
"So, be more reserved. Stop provoking K God."
Wang Dongdong kept talking even after they got out of the car and entered the building.
Mo Bei had basically figured out what had happened. She lifted her eyelids faintly.
"Fine."
That single word made Wang Dongdong suspicious again.
The old Mo Nan had never agreed this easily.
But the person walking in front of him only carried the schoolbag in one hand, calm as if all the rumors had nothing to do with him.
That calmness made Wang Dongdong uneasy.
Because it looked too much like someone who had already decided what to do next.
Wang Dongdong still thought he was dealing with the same impulsive Mo Nan.
Mo Bei let him think that for now.
The more people underestimated this borrowed identity, the easier it would be for her to see who had helped ruin it. A disguise was not only useful because it hid her. It was useful because it made others careless.