No matter how much Bobby cares about his face, he can’t withstand the hunger that makes his stomach stick to his back. After a ntal struggle, he set aside his pride, walked to the coffee table, moved the small stool that Baron Lawrence had helped him with earlier, sat down, and began to eat with his chopsticks.
"Mmm."
The table was full of dishes he liked to eat, especially the boiled beef.
Bobby was starving, his appetite wide open, not caring about his image anymore. After a swift gobble, he wiped his mouth and looked up, finally feeling sothing in his stomach and said to the man on the sofa next to him, "I told Enna, we’re heading back soon."
"Mm." Baron Lawrence frowned, glanced at him, and said with a touch of his lips, "Don’t talk while eating!"
Don’t speak while eating or sleeping, that’s what Old Master Lawrence had taught him since he was young.
Bobby pouted, stubbornly retorting, "When Enna and I eat, we love to chat. There are no outsiders here, no one to see us. I won’t talk outside, okay."
"..."
Bobby still wasn’t happy being alone with him, because before he turned five, he lived with Enna. Even after finding his biological dad, Bobby still felt a little awkward.
It’s not that he doesn’t like him, it’s just... with the two of them, without Enna in between, sothing feels odd.
"I’m full." Bobby put down his chopsticks, patted his belly, stood up from his seat, got himself a glass of water, gulped it down. He returned to the couch, looked at the electronic watch Enna bought him, and said, "I’ve been eating for half an hour. It takes 20 minutes to drive back. I told Enna we’d be back in an hour. Shouldn’t we get going?"
"Wait a mont."
The handso, noble man was still sitting on the sofa, his gaze moved from Bobby back to his phone.
"Oh." Bobby hadn’t paid attention to what he was doing at first. After standing there for two minutes and seeing no sign of leaving, he couldn’t help but move closer and glance at Baron Lawrence’s phone.
When he saw the familiar screen on the phone, he blurted out, "Isn’t that the ga?"
"Mm."
Since when did Dubious Man like playing this ga so much?
He knew Dubious Man was playing. He had even topped up Enna’s account with 3,000 to buy skins before, but he rarely saw Dubious Man playing.
This was the first ti he saw Dubious Man playing this ga.
From the ti he started eating until now, Dubious Man had been playing this?
Bobby felt a sense of surprise, and at the sa ti, because everyone liked the sa ga, he suddenly felt a bit closer to Baron Lawrence.
He couldn’t help but move over, standing next to the man who was six parts like him, a more mature and handso version, watching Baron Lawrence’s operation with undivided attention.
Baron Lawrence was very fast at playing gas; his movent and ga awareness were impeccable. His style was to farm early and secure kills late.
In this ga, he was playing as an assassin. The monkey that others couldn’t even kill Carpenter with, in his hands, was an unstoppable force.
The ga ended in less than 12 minutes.
Once again, he secured the MVP of the ga with a flawless five streak, becoming the best of the match.
Bobby watched with shining eyes, more excited than if he had gotten the MVP himself, his face full of admiration.
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