Chapter 142: Logging Onto SweetDisciple’s Account Again
It was slightly cold and soft.
Although he did not stop her, his light-colored pupils stopped for a moment.
“If body temperature could be measured by using a hand, then we wouldn’t have needed to invent the thermometer.”
Mo Bei ignored his usual sharp comment and tugged his blanket up with an aloof expression. “Go back to sleep.”
Half of Feng Nai’s face was covered by the blanket, yet he felt his fingers freeze again. Did Trouble Lin’s Little Brother think taking care of someone meant attacking their face?
Feng Nai looked handsome as he said, “Pear water.”
Mo Bei glanced to the side. “Hmm?”
“Another bowl.” Feng Nai’s thin lips moved. “I used it to dilute the taste of the medicine.”
Mo Bei said, “30 minutes have passed since you took your medicine.”
However, she did not call him out.
Anyway, the whole pot she had cooked had been meant for him.
After drinking a second bowl of pear soup, Almighty essentially went back to his usual cold, languid state.
He was still in that semi-reclined position, his body leaning slightly against the wall while his long legs lazily crossed over each other.
His eyes were shut, and his long, curly eyelashes left a shadow under his eyelids.
Compared to his coldness and distance while he was awake, he was evidently much softer and gentler now.
Probably because he was starting to perspire, he felt very uncomfortable while his clothes were sticking to his body. His brows were slightly furrowed the whole time. He lifted and threw the blanket to the ground, one arm hanging by the bedside.
Mo Bei stood by his side.
The first time she covered him with the blanket, she found nothing wrong.
The third time she did, those cold eyes paused.
Then, she brought her own blanket over as well and covered Almighty’s body with it.
Two layers were heavier, so it wouldn’t be that easy to lift the blankets off.
After doing all that, Mo Bei went downstairs and turned on the base’s computer.
She had initially intended to go home this week and silently transfer all the usable items in SweetDisciple’s account over to her new account.
Now, it seemed like there was probably no need to go home.
She was the only one at the base.
20 minutes would be enough for her to transfer all the items.
Everything would go well as long as she didn’t get caught when she logged on.
Such a long time had passed…
Except for Panda and gang, who were still hunting her, everyone else had probably forgotten about an insignificant person like SweetDisciple.
Swish!
The sound effect of logging on was heard.
Mo Bei lifted her head to glance in the direction of the stairway. After confirming that no one was coming, she picked up the headphones that were hanging at the side.
However, a moment later, Mo Bei’s fingers froze.
Someone had bought the function that sent notification prompts when a friend came online.
Was this used to catch her?
Mo Bei immediately went invisible and entered the game map like a thief, only to see a message pop up on the screen.
“Welcome back, SweetDisciple. Since the last time you logged on…”
Mo Bei did not read it. Instead, she closed it directly.
However, she hadn’t logged onto this account for too long, so she had to complete some tasks before she could transfer the items to her current account.
The tasks were simple enough: Play one practice match against bots, kill the Lord Buff, and win a match with a friend.
After completing these basic tasks and collecting the EXP [1. Experience points] of this session, she would be able to move the items.
Very quickly, Mo Bei entered her first match against bots.
Her invisibility wouldn’t last too long.
One hour at best.
However, that ought to be enough.
She completed the bot training very soon, using less than six minutes.
In order to kill the Lord Buff, choosing the assassin position would be better.
SweetDisciple’s account had many materials but few champions.
Mo Bei recharged her account for the first time with cash and bought an assassin champion.
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