Ch21 - True identity revealed

Edited by xiin, yuuki, kat, and Noks

After Wen Xi asked, he waited patiently, but Mo Chen was taking a long time to reply.

At first, Wen Xi thought that Mo Chen was hesitating over whether or not he should admit to his identity.

However, the silence stretched on for so long that Wen Xi began to feel that it was a little strange and couldn’t help calling out, “Momo?”

After waiting for about another five or six minutes without receiving a reply, Wen Xi started to get flustered and asked, “Mo Chen?”

He thought Mo Chen was angry. “I don’t know who Mac is, and it won’t matter even if I know. After all, you’re the one I’m familiar with…”

Midway through this speech, he suddenly heard the sound of steady breathing.

Wen Xi blinked and listened patiently for a while. Finally, he thought of an unexpected but reasonable possibility—this person couldn’t have fallen asleep ba?

He could tell that he was very sleepy from the sound of his voice, but he didn’t expect Mo Chen to fall asleep while he was on the phone…

So he had called him while lying in bed?

That really was the case.

At the moment, Mo Chen was lying in bed and hadn’t even covered himself with his blankets. If he hadn’t remembered his bet with Wen Xi, he wouldn’t have even had enough strength to lift up his cellphone.

However, he also hadn’t expected to fall asleep while still on the phone.

Wen Xi hung up the call, unsure of whether to laugh or to cry, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

As long as it was someone who had played SGH, they would be able to tell that Mo Chen’s skills were superior to those of many people.

In the eyes of Wen Xi, a god of Spirit Trace, Mo Chen was fully qualified to be called a god of SGH.

——It turned out that even gods could fall asleep in the middle of a call ah.

All of a sudden, he felt as though Mo Chen had fallen off a cloud and was becoming mortal….

Wen Xi found it a bit humorous.

But now that Mo Chen couldn’t answer his question, it left him a bit depressed.

Before turning off the computer, Wen Xi tried to search for Mac. After a great deal of effort, he finally pulled out a link related to a person from a pile of lipstick and computer related entries.

Mac, aka Mo Chen, male, 20 years old. SGH professional player, CLM team captain, known as “the number one sharpshooter god.”

Wen Xi looked disbelievingly at the data entry. What had surprised him more than finding out that Mo Chen was really a professional player was that—it turned out that Mo Chen himself had already told him the answer.

How come he had never thought of directly searching the name “Mo Chen…”

Further down the entry, some of Mo Chen’s achievements were listed:

Last May, he participated in the creation of the CLM team.

In August, he led the team to win the SGH summer championship.

In September, he led the team to win the domestic selection trials for the 15th SGH professional league global competition.

In November, he participated in the 15th SGH professional league global competition, but was inexplicably absent on the first day of the competition, which resulted in the CLM team not winning the championship.

When he saw the words “resulted in the CLM team not winning the championship,” Wen Xi felt strange.

Although it wasn’t right for a professional player to be absent from the competition for no reason, but placing the blame for not winning the championship directly on Mac’s head… How noob were his teammates?

Wen Xi then went to search for information on the CLM team. Besides Mo Chen, the main members were Lan Yan (LY), Chen Wei (Windy), and Ling Shuyi (Cat).

——He didn’t know any of them.

Wen Xi couldn’t help but read through each of their biographies one by one, and even supplemented his growing knowledge of them with other materials and videos.

By the time he finally felt sleepy, he glanced at the time to realize that it was already almost 2 o’clock in the morning.

He quickly turned off the computer and went to bed, and slept until 11 a.m.

Mo Chen didn’t call Wen Xi back after he woke up, but instead left a message for him on QQ: Did I fall asleep during our call yesterday? I’m sorry ah, I don’t know why I was so sleepy yesterday. I feel much better today. If you have any questions you want to ask me, you can leave me a message, and I’ll reply when I see it.

This message could be said to be quite sincere, but after reading it, Wen Xi’s mood turned complicated.

After discovering that Mo Chen was a professional player, he naturally understood why he was so sleepy yesterday—the 16th professional league competition was about to start. What could the professional player Mo Chen be doing aside from training?

He hadn’t expected that Mo Chen would take time out of his high-intensity training schedule just to meet him in-person and even accompany him during his livestream.

Wen Xi sighed. He hesitated for a long time, deleting and editing his message repeatedly before finally replying with: I don’t know what secret thing you did to be this tired, but since you’re so tired, you don’t have to accompany me to play at noon.

He originally intended to do this for Mo Chen’s sake, as he didn’t want to tire him out even more.

However, at a bit past noon, Mo Chen replied: What ‘secret thing’, I’m absolutely faithful to you.

Wen Xi saw his reply and immediately rolled his eyes. He was a little speechless as he replied: I’m lost in wonder at your ability to grasp the key points.

How was the key point of his message “secret thing”? Obviously, it was “you don’t have to accompany me to play at noon”!

Fortunately, although Mo Chen’s initial reply wasn’t serious, the next message was: En, I’ve been rather exhausted recently, so I won’t accompany you to play at noon. As compensation, after I’m finally free, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.

Wen Xi looked at his message and became absentminded.

Everyone yearned for freedom. Most of the time, people would reply with—who gave you the right to tell me what to do?

What kind of person, under any circumstances, would say “I’ll do whatever you want me to do” ah?

Without waiting for Wen Xi to snap out of it, Mo Chen sent him another message: The 16th professional league championship is about to start, you must watch it.

Wen Xi: …..

Mo Chen: By the way, I support the CLM team.

……What nonsense. You’re the CLM team captain, so if you don’t support CLM, then who should you support?

Wen Xi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn’t bear to tell Mo Chen that his true identity had already been revealed.

After struggling for a while, he finally responded with the following sentence: Okay, I’ll watch it.

Thus, for the next few days, Momo seemed to have evaporated, and never appeared in Wen Xi’s livestream.

On the first day, Ai Zhe asked, “Where’s Momo?”

Wen Xi replied, “He’s busy.”

Ai Zhe let out an “oh” and said nothing more.

The second day, Ai Zhe asked again, “Where’s Momo?”

Wen Xi replied, “He has been very busy recently. He probably won’t appear for some time.”

Ai Zhe hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help asking, “What is he busy with?”

“He said he was a student. He’s probably preparing for an exam or something ba…” Wen Xi lied brazenly.

Ai Zhe let out an “oh” and thought—If Mac had kept going to school, then he would currently be a college student. Since he’s been busy recently, he was most likely preparing for the domestic trials ba?

He was becoming increasingly certain that Momo was, indeed, Mac.

On the third day, Ai Zhe began, “Momo…”

Wen Xi interrupted him, “He’s busy.”

Ai Zhe didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “No, I just wanted to ask, are you and Momo still keeping in contact privately?”

Wen Xi was momentarily stunned and didn’t give an immediate answer.

He carefully recalled the content of his chat records with Mo Chen over the past few days, and even he felt that it was miraculous—Mo Chen trained so hard every day that it was as though he was being melted down and reforged; he would be so tired that he wasn’t even able to move his fingers—yet he still insisted on chatting with him.

In other words, it had always been Mo Chen who had unilaterally persisted in sending him messages.

In the morning: Have you gotten up?

At noon: Did you have a good lunch?

In the evening: I’m going to sleep, you should also go to sleep earlier.

They looked like the sort of concerned messages that would be exchanged between a couple, but in Wen Xi’s opinion, it was as though he was clocking into work…

No, to be exact, he was crazily establishing his presence.

After having received similar messages for several days in a row, Wen Xi was already able to automatically translate these messages into their true meanings.

In the morning: Still remember me?

At noon: Even if I don’t accompany you to fight, you must not forget about me QAQ

In the evening: You must remember to watch the professional league competition.

Wen Xi was convinced.

Was this Mo Chen being worried about him getting stolen from him or something?

No, that wasn’t right. When he thought about how the other was always using unique methods to recruit him to play professionally…. Was he worried about him being poached by other teams?

Wen Xi didn’t know what wonderful thing Mo Chen had seen in him that caused him to want to pull him into his own team.

In Wen Xi’s own opinion, he played quite well, but only with his bow. His shooting skills weren’t even as good as those of a passerby.

However, since it was the beginning of a new month, Wen Xi collected his salary from JJ Livestreams before buying a sniper rifle, assault rifle, and shotgun all in one go, and began to practice with the guns.

He had to admit that after attaching a scope, aiming with a gun became much easier than aiming with a bow, but it was still difficult for Wen Xi to control its recoil.

Accounting for the difference between the bow’s delayed trajectory and the gun’s real-time trajectory also gave Wen Xi a headache.

When he wasn’t livestreaming, he forced himself to only use guns instead of his bow for a few matches. The end results made him deeply question his choices in life.

Of course, he didn’t dare to tell Mo Chen about this matter.

Then, it was finally the day that the 16th professional league domestic trials would start.

Because the first match started at 9 o’clock, Wen Xi woke up early with much difficulty.

He didn’t expect to receive a message from Mo Chen as soon as he got up.

Mo Chen: CLM is competing today, so remember to watch. 9 a.m. solo matches, 10 a.m. duo matches, 1 p.m. squad matches. Although they’ll be replayed in the evening, I think it’s better to watch the livestream.

Wen Xi read the message and knew that Mo Chen was going to compete today. He really wanted to wish him good luck, but Mo Chen had never admitted to being Mac. Wen Xi wasn’t sure whether he was deliberately concealing it, so he hesitated for a long time before deciding to pretend that he didn’t know, and then replied with:

Wen Xi: Don’t worry, I’ll watch it.

Right after he replied, he received Mo Chen’s response: Are you up? Good morning ah.

Wen Xi was stunned for a while, then replied with a “Morning.”

Just one second after sending his reply, he again received another message from Mo Chen.

Mo Chen: In the CLM team, you don’t have to watch anyone else, but you must watch Mac. He’s very strong.

When he initially read the message, Wen Xi didn’t think anything was wrong, but after remembering that Mo Chen was Mac, he let out a “pfft.”

——Was it really okay for you to boast about yourself?

Suddenly, he thought it was lucky that he hadn’t just torn down Mo Chen’s identity. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the chance to see Mo Chen’s childish side…

Wen Xi was amused and deliberately replied: How strong is he?

Mo Chen didn’t think much of it and replied: You’ll know when you see him.

Wen Xi: Then how about when compared with you? Is he stronger or are you stronger?

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