Since Mu Wan explained herself to O Lan, she hadn’t logged into Xingchen streaming platform again. Naturally, she was unaware that the viewers were shipping her with O Lan or that someone was jealous. At this moment, the trio was queuing up together.

“I’ve started matching.”

After experiencing the joy of being carried the entire game, she was now incredibly strong. The live chat was filled with excitement.

[This is so funny! Who cares if it’s the mysterious Wild God or the handsome streamer, our rich lady Wan just wants to rank up.]
[Did you guys notice? Rich lady Wan is improving so fast at this game. How long has she been playing, just a few weeks, and she’s already a Grandmaster.]
[I remember back then, she was the kind of newbie who would buy a Guardian Angel first. Now, she’s a presence even us low-ranked players can only dream of.]
[Did you notice? It doesn’t matter if she hits or misses, her skill casting speed is fast. Being quick in HW gives an advantage. Maybe she works in a related field in real life.]

Thanks to the viral memes and edits, the Su You x Wan pairing was quite popular in the HW community. As soon as people heard that the two were teaming up, many rushed to O Lan’s live stream to watch, which indirectly boosted her popularity.

As for Kuang Ye, after discovering that O Lan was indeed just playing the game without any deliberate tricks or hidden agendas, he also dropped his guard against him. He knew how messy the streamer world could be, and he had some awareness of it.

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of Mu Wan’s first violin competition.

At the entrance of the First Music Hall, Mu Wan took a deep breath, gripping the handle of her violin case tightly. With the light shining down, she stepped onto the grand stage.

“Contestant No. 16, Mu Wan, playing ‘Adoration of Love.'”

As soon as Mu Wan’s name was announced, a few judges on the panel exchanged glances, their expressions filled with uncertainty. They murmured quietly.

“Mu Wan? The champion of the Stern Violin Competition three times?”

The Stern Violin Competition was an international violin event held in China, attracting top musicians from around the world. It was currently the largest violin competition in China.

“I didn’t know. A year ago, there were rumors that Mu Wan’s victory was shady, and it caused quite a stir. After that, she disappeared from the scene.”
“It could also be a different person with the same name?”
“We’ll find out soon enough.”

As the spotlight shifted, Mu Wan walked onto the stage in a white, pearl-beaded spaghetti-strap gown. Her hair was slightly curled, her makeup light, radiating an elegant and graceful aura. She positioned her violin on her shoulder, close to her collarbone, and with her delicate, pale fingers, she held the deep red bow. The next second, soothing and gentle violin music flowed from her fingertips.

It had been a year since Mu Wan had played in front of others, so she was actually a bit nervous. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. She saw Kuang Ye in the audience, dressed in formal attire, subtly giving her an encouraging thumbs-up.

Her mood immediately lightened. How did he know she was competing today?

Kuang Ye sat in the audience, his gaze calm and gentle.
On the stage, the woman stood tall and elegant, like a beautiful swan. He had often secretly stood beneath the stage, watching her. This was the first time she had noticed him.

—

At the entrance of the concert hall, a few people were sneaking around, looking everywhere as if searching for someone.
“Did you find the captain yet?”
“Not yet. He dressed so formally this early in the morning, with a suit and leather shoes. I thought he was going somewhere important, but it turns out he’s at the concert hall. I didn’t know the captain had such an elegant hobby.”
“This is boring. I thought we’d see the sister-in-law. I’m thinking of going back to sleep.”
“Don’t go! We’ve come this far. Maybe the sister-in-law is here.”

That’s right—these sneaky people were the other main players from the ST team. Ever since Kuang Ye openly admitted in the group that he was in a relationship, they’d been relentlessly asking him about it. But he didn’t reveal a single piece of information. That’s just how it works— the more you don’t want to say, the more they want to know.

So, when Shen Lele ran into Kuang Ye leaving in a suit that morning, he had a sudden idea and rallied the other main players from the team to follow him, starting this stalking adventure.

“Maybe we should head back. This feels like we’re invading the captain’s privacy.”
The oldest member of the team, Xu Yijin, advised. He had never approved of stalking, but worried the younger players might get carried away, so he followed along.

Shen Lele, being young and playful, assured him, “I’ll just take a look at the sister-in-law and leave. I won’t cause trouble. The captain’s been acting so mysterious lately. Last time, he ran out in pajamas and didn’t come back until 4 or 5 in the morning. Aren’t you curious at all, Jin-ge?”
Xu Yijin: “… Well, I am a little curious.”

“But secretly stalking crosses a line…”
“Found him!”

Suddenly, the team’s ADC, Jiang Shixi, called out. The group immediately turned to look where he was pointing. There, in a perfectly tailored suit, with a soft and gentle expression on his face, was none other than Kuang Ye, the self-proclaimed king of trash talk and someone who prided himself on his “5-kill face.” He was now gazing at the woman on stage with adoration.

The four of them stared, their eyes widening in surprise, as if they had seen something shocking.

“That man in the suit, who looks like a model ready to walk the Paris Fashion Week runway—he’s really the same Kuang Ye who wears a team t-shirt for three years?”
“Look at his little expression… tsk tsk tsk, he never looked this soft when stealing dragons.”

Jiang Yu, who played tank, had a different focus. “The woman playing the violin on stage—she’s the sister-in-law? She’s so beautiful!”

They all turned their attention back to the stage, silently staring for a moment, before they all simultaneously felt a mix of envy, jealousy, and hate.

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