Chapter 3: Two Generations of “Male Idols” Meet Head-On

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The national server’s top jungler and the most popular player.

His face was like a popular superstar’s, so lots of investors wanted to approach him to shoot commercials.

However, he was too almighty. His family background was so deeply hidden that some media didn’t even dare to carelessly report about him.

Of course, he did not know her.

People came and went, but Mo Bei still did not move.

Wang Dongdong had already pushed a hand against his own forehead. Doomed… Both he and Unpopular were doomed!

He was now very suspicious. Had he been tricked by Unpopular? Maybe he had known that Almighty K would be here today, and that’s why he had chosen to come back now!

The more he considered it, the higher the possibility seemed!

Wang Dongdong felt like crying!

After all, people weren’t blind. Even though Unpopular had dyed his hair, that face was still the same.

As expected, when the other party’s assistant caught sight of Mo Bei’s looks, he exploded right away. “You, you, you… It’s you again! You really never changed! The previous time you sneaked into the backstage area and this time, you are pretending to be a fan! How many times have I told you to stay away from our Almighty K? Do you not understand?”

He really hadn’t expected that a man could be this scary when he became a stalker!

Mo Nan was known in the scene for his inclination to use people to gain attention.

The previous incident had already been upsetting. How dare he come again!

On the other hand, Mo Bei frowned. “Pretending to be a fan?”

“Damn, you’re still trying to deny it! Take a look at what you’re holding in your hands!” The assistant was going crazy. Young master hated these gay people the most.

Mo Bei lowered her head and looked over, following the assistant’s line of vision. That poster was still on top of her luggage case. This… was truly a perfect misunderstanding. “I can explain.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” The man spoke up, his gaze as languid as a thread of morning mist that had yet to disperse. Despite the mask, the impatience in that voice could be heard clearly. Perhaps because he had a cold, his emotions weren’t controlled. There was a slight foulness in his tone. “Let go and scram.”

Scram?

After hearing this word, Mo Bei turned her head to the side for a moment. Her lips very, very slowly curled into a smile. Then, she lifted her hand and the poster was thrown in a straight line into a black bin nearby.

Crisp and neat!

She immediately put her hands in her pockets and nonchalantly cocked her head to the side. “There’s indeed no need to hear it. After all, I merely picked up a piece of trash to throw away.”

Two pairs of eyes met.

The aura that resulted from this clash was actually neck and neck.

At once, both the other party’s assistant and Wang Dongdong opened their mouths wide and their eyes started shaking.

What… What had they just seen?

This gay man (Unpopular) had actually thrown Almighty K’s poster in a trash bin?

Together with his words, it was as if he had dropped a grenade on the ground.

However, the person in question acted as if nothing had happened. With a hand on her luggage, she said nonchalantly, “Dongdong, we’re going.”

“Oh, oh, yes!” Wang Dongdong followed like a wandering soul, somehow feeling that there was something not quite real about this world.

Meanwhile, the other assistant was already mad with anger. “Who does this gay man think he is? He was so eager to cling onto young master previously…”

“Enough.” The man’s nasal voice was still a little deep, yet it was calm. He walked tall and straight towards the other side, his pair of legs as slender as a walking clothes rack. Even this noisy environment could not conceal his radiant brilliance easily.

When the doors of the elevators shut, he no longer said anything else. He simply looked up with eyes as deep as the night and glanced in the direction Mo Bei had left, his brows lifting slightly…

The assistant knew that Almighty K was in a bad mood.

Thus, he did not dare say anything else.

Mo Nan’s methods were becoming increasingly remarkable. What had his earlier move been exactly? Was he playing hard to get?