Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Xyla was eating as she watched, feeling very satisfied with his performance.
Who would have thought that he was this good?
Only, compared to her, he was still a little lacking. However, in this national server, he was considered top-class. The way
Stanley worked the keyboard was skilled and elegant. His slender fingers danced swiftly over the keys, flowing smoothly like he
was playing the piano.
She regularly watched League competitions. Men who gamed usually had nice hands. All the professional gamers she had met
had exceptionally nice looking hands.
However, his hands were even more attractive than theirs. These perfect hands practically completed the fantasy of someone
with a hand complex. How he worked the keyboard was cooler than the other professional gamers as well. The way he played
the game was more composed and calm than they were.
As she looked at him, the term ‘elegant killer’ flashed in her mind.
He was using the most elegant posture to do such bloody things. Just a few skills, and he had instantly double killed the enemy
pair.
This skill combination was practically done by him alone.
Xyla immediately gave him a thumbs up. “Amazing... Great, great.”
North typed, “Wuuu, good, God, you’re so amazing, please receive my bow, uwaaa!!! aswl!”
‘Wuuu’? Even ‘uwaaa’? And what the hell was that ‘aswl’?’
Stanley was getting more annoyed as he stared at that Tahm Kench beside him.
Xyla looked at the conversation on screen and couldn’t resist laughing out loud. “This North is quite interesting. Before I knew
her, I thought she was a cool Adonis, but after being acquainted, I realized that she’s a funny goddess with a few screws loose.”
His eyebrows twitched. If this Tahm Kench wasn’t on his team, he would have unleashed an ultimate skill and killed her.
“What does ‘aswl’ mean?” Stanley asked.

“Oh, it means ‘I’m dying of love’. It’s a slang that fans use, so it’s normal that you don’t know, ” Xyla explained.
Was Stanley’s mother using fan slangs now? In hopes that her idol would carry her in-game, she had even used fan slangs.
North typed. “Having God carry me in-game is the best I’m so touched wuuu.”
North added. “God, God, how many rounds are you playing today? Oh, can you play a few more rounds with me?”
North typed again. “God, say something! I will use my all to support you.”
Xyla couldn’t resist laughing out loud again. She mused that this North was fascinating.
Stanley simply minimized the chatbox and started focusing on the game.
“Why did you minimize it? This person is interesting.”
“Ridiculous.”
“I think she’s quite interesting. Chatting with her de-stress me.”
“Do you guys chat regularly? Does she always talk to you this way?” Stanley probed.
“Yeah, when I go online, if she’s here, she’ll definitely come over and start flattering me, making me carry her in- game.
Sometimes, to make me carry her, she would use all kinds of coquettish words...” said Xyla.
Stanley was speechless.
Great. His mother had completely ruined the prestige of his account.
“Didn’t you say that you play this game as well? What’s your ID? I see you’re very skilled so you must be an expert, aren’t you?
Let’s add each other as friends so I can bring you along in-game next time,” Xyla added. As she spoke, she tipped her head
down for another mouthful of rice.
Her attention had all been on his performance and the delicacy in her hands, so she was completely oblivious to the change in
his expression.