Your brother hugged you for a long time. You leaned into his embrace obediently. When you felt your brother's body gradually calm down, his head moved away from your shoulder as if he had straightened his body. You raised your left hand and moved away the palm that covered your eyes.

The scene in front of you gradually turned from darkness to light. You and your brother were very close. His eyes were filled with tears, the teardrops that fell on his eyelashes, and the golden hair that hung at the corner of his eyes. You could even see the curve of his eyes clearly.

You stared at Ebner intently. He seemed to suddenly feel shy and was about to turn his head away to avoid your gaze.

You held his face so that he was facing you. Then you leaned in, nose to nose, eyes to eyes. You could even feel each other's breath.

It was soothing but could not be ignored.

"Brother, why are you crying?"

The soft and solemn voice seemed to be soaked in honey cherry juice, containing the smoothness of vanilla cream and the freshness after the summer rain. Looking at Abner's eyes that had widened due to shock, the black edges of his eyes were like scattered stars. Contrasting with the light green of his eyes, it seemed to form a whirlpool.

"… Nothing."

Ebner lowered his eyes and avoided your gaze.

You stared at him for a while and then laughed.

"Brother always does this when he lies to me."

Ebner's eyes were still lowered. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and there were still teardrops on his eyelashes.

You raised your hand and gently touched his eyelashes with your fingertips. The moment you touched his eyelashes, you felt that the whirlpool in his eyes seemed to become heavier and heavier, as if it wanted to swallow you.

You paused, and then calmly sat next to him. Swinging your legs, you supported your face with one arm, and with the other hand, you picked up a fork to cut a piece of cake and put it in his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Ebner raised his eyes, looked at you, and then opened his mouth obediently.

After sending the multi-layer cake in, Abner took a bite of it. The fresh mango and soft pastry skin and silky cream burst forth with a sweet and rich taste in his mouth. It was as if the air was dyed with a sweet atmosphere.

"Me? I'll just take it that you're crying because you can't eat it all by yourself."

While Abner was still tasting, you took back your fork and said slowly, "That's right.

When Ebner heard your words, his eyes widened slightly. His pair of dark green eyes stared at you without moving.

You ignored your brother's gaze. Just as you were about to eat a piece for yourself, you realized that something was wrong.

…

Hmm?

Only one fork?

Now that you think about it, Andy probably thought that you were the only one eating.

So no, just a fork?

You looked at the fork in your hand and blinked. Then, you decisively stabbed it down, cut a large piece, and stuffed it into your mouth.

Wu wu wu!

It's so delicious ~

The silky and delicate light cream, together with the fresh and sweet diced mango, sandwiched between layers of soft halberd skin, repeatedly produced a wonderful taste that left an endless aftertaste in the mouth.

You couldn't help but smile. The sweetness seemed to numb your brain. You only felt that the whole world had become beautiful.

While you were immersed in your own world, Ebner stared at the fork in your hand in a daze.

You didn't know anything about this. You swallowed the delicious food in your mouth, cut the mango layer again, and leaned over to your brother.

…

Why are you in a daze?

You looked at Ebner, and before he could react, you turned the fork in your hand — —

The soft and sweet taste of the layer cake once again filled your senses. You narrowed your eyes in satisfaction.

Since you're in a daze, I'll eat it for you!

Hehe.

***

After eating the layer cake with Ebner, Ebner had something to deal with. Under his worried gaze, you impatiently urged him to leave quickly, saying: This is the university campus!

And it's still in broad daylight, so there's still a guarantee of safety!

So Ebner left first under your insistence.

Your class today was in the afternoon, but it was now morning.

So you decided — —

Back to the dormitory.

Hmm?

Stroll around the campus?

Eh, this matter …

To be honest, the weather was too cold, and you didn't want to move at all.

You pulled up your scarf, trying to cover most of your face.

The winter snow was still falling. You held an umbrella and left a trail of footprints under your feet. The winter sun slowly spread out in the misty morning fog. The snowflakes fell quietly, like the feathers of a swan. They gently landed on the ground without a sound.

You suddenly thought of a word.

Wrapped in silver.

This seemed to be a word you learned in your primary school language textbook in your previous life.

You silently quickened your pace and walked toward the dormitory building.

Only warmth was your destination.

When you stepped into the dormitory building, you put away the umbrella in your hand, lowered your head, and took a deep breath. You raised your hand and rubbed your cheeks, trying to make the cheeks that were numb from the cold become soft and warm again.

Then you heard the sound of footsteps — —

You slowly looked up, and the first thing that entered your line of sight was a pair of tough black Martin boots. Your gaze slowly moved up, and then it was black jeans with two layers rolled up at the bottom. He was wearing a linen windbreaker, and from the open collar of the windbreaker, you could see that he was wearing a plain woolen sweater inside.

Your gaze finally moved to the face of the person, and that pair of silver-white eyes were also looking at you.

Byrd's lips curled up, and he stopped when he was one meter away from you. He said gently, "Good morning, Walz."

Your hands were still on your cheeks, and you looked at Byrd in front of you and blinked. At this moment, there seemed to be light cutting through the outer layer of fog in your misty blue eyes, like stars in the sky.

"Good morning, Byrd — —"

You looked at Byrd. After hearing how you addressed him, his face was still gentle and elegant, as if there was no change, but you didn't miss the instant change in his eyes.

So you stretched out your voice for a while, and added with a smile.

"Senior."

The two of you chatted for a while, and Byrd had to leave because he had something to do.

When he had said good-bye to you politely, you said:

"Okay, goodbye, Senior."

"Don't forget that we agreed to eat together."

He looked at you and revealed a slightly helpless smile, but he still looked gentle and steady. He said to you:

"Okay."

Then, as if thinking for a while, he said:

"I forgot to say, I'm looking forward to … our date."

"Eretta."

Seeing your eyes widen in astonishment, the smile in his eyes deepened.

Looking at Senior Byrd's back view as he left, you blinked.

Ahhh, Senior Byrd has become bad.

Hmm, that's not right. He didn't turn bad.

It's …

He's finally showing his true nature.

Thinking this, you tilted your head and smiled.

Then, without a trace of nostalgia, you turned around and walked to the elevator.

Next, it's time for you.

***

[Beginning iris test … Correct, pass.]

[Body condition scan … Normal, pass.]

…

[Beginning game login … Login successful.]

…

"Qiu Yu, do you want to team up?"

As soon as you went online, you received a private message from your online friends asking you to team up.

You thought about it, but still rejected.

"No, I want to participate in the individual mecha competition today."

"Individual mecha competition?

You've finally accepted a battle request!

Wait for me!

I'm going to post! "

Speechless, you closed the message bar and clicked on the individual mecha competition leaderboard.

…

Why are you still in first place?

Is there no one who has more points than you and pulled you down?

You yawned uninterestedly.

On the individual mecha competition leaderboard, you're in first place.

However, you're not a god-like figure. Because the age requirement for this game is 16 years old and above, you started playing when you were 16 years old. From zero wins at the beginning to no wins at the end, you've accumulated a wealth of experience over the past two years.

In this game supported by the military, you can change your appearance and voice. Through battles, you can earn points and gold coins. For every 100,000 points, you'll be promoted to a division. There are a total of six divisions, just like the division you're in now. Only those with 500,000 points can enter. So far, there are 50,000 people in this division.

The higher the points of your opponent, the more points you'll get after winning.

Other than choosing a random opponent, if you want to send out a battle invitation, you can only send it out from those with fewer points to those with more points.

As long as your points reach a certain level, you can send out a battle invitation to the top 20 on the different leaderboards.

As for you, although you're in first place in terms of points, you're in eighth place in terms of combat power.

You opened the battle invitation column and swiped down.

Hmm … find a name that's pleasing to the eye.

There were countless battle invitations in front of you. Some were provocative, some were gentle, and some even used the name of battle as an excuse to suck up to you.

You ignored them calmly and continued to swipe down. When your finger swiped past a certain name, it stopped.

One Match One.

You stopped at this name.

One Match One …

You can only meet once in your life?

How artistic.

You touched your chin with interest and clicked on the opponent's battle information page.

Wow.

That's amazing.

Points: 780,000. Win rate: …

100%.

You couldn't help but click your tongue and raise your eyebrows.

I've never heard of it before. Is it a newbie?

You clicked on the newbie leaderboard. As expected, One Match One was in first place.

You're in first place in terms of points but only in eighth place in combat power. Of course, you didn't win by pure physical combat.

At this time, of course, you have to watch the opponent's battle video before accepting the battle invitation!

You smiled as you thought about it.

You walked to the sofa in the game room and slumped on it. Then, you lit up the floating panel and opened the game forum.

[Hot] Shocking!

Guru Qiu Yu seems to be accepting the battle invitation!

[Hot] Yesterday's battle between the top two gurus on the combat power leaderboard. Who can analyze it?

[Essence] Analyze the battle style and characteristics of the top 10 gurus.

…

You clicked on the search results and entered One Match One. The posts in front of you changed instantly.

You scanned through the posts one by one and paused.

[Hot] Choose the five best battle videos of this year's Best Newcomer King!

Welcome to watch!