Chapter 3: The Academic Superstar vs. The Little Overlord

  Mei Xi glared at An Lele with anger and said discontentedly: "What do you think I'm suitable for?"

  "You're suitable for playing. The mobile terminal premiere address is:" An Lele said with a smile.

  "That's right."

  "Don't be too happy, you're a kid who doesn't know how to have fun."

  "What?" Messi's temper had just calmed down, but now it was provoked again.

  "Dare to compare with me?"

  "How about comparing?"

  "Who's better at playing?"

  "Alright, euthanasia, I'll play you to death." Messi said with a wicked smile.

  "You can come at me with all your might, I'm not afraid of you. By the way, how old are you?"

  "What's the point of asking?"

  "I won't compete with you on things beyond your age group, I don't like bullying kids."

  "Thirteen years old."

  An Lele frowned, this big-headed little overlord was only thirteen years old, but he was so unfriendly to others, was it because of the influence of that arrogant person downstairs? Did this family's bloodline have an innate unfriendliness?

  "Euthanasia, are you sure you want to teach me?"

  "Of course!"

  "I'll make you die in a way that's hard to look at. I've already defeated more than sixty private tutors before you."

  Mesi raised an eyebrow with satisfaction, Anle didn't know if there was a bloody death in this, but she felt the urge to vomit blood herself.

  An Lei gritted his teeth and stared at Messi, saying: "Starting from tomorrow, let's see who's more skilled."

  "Really?"

  An Le smiled and nodded. s173 said on the romance forum.

  "What time will you come tomorrow?"

  "Your uncle will tell you."

  "Don't dare come back!" Messi shouted as he chased him to the staircase entrance.

  An Lele turned around and gave him an "OK" gesture.

  Jing Yang looked at the scene in front of him with a different gaze, wondering if there was something wrong with his eyes' pixels. An Lele expressionlessly glanced at him and walked away with a swagger.

  "Messi, are you sure you still want her to come?"

  "Of course I like her," said the little fatty with satisfaction and went back to his own room.

  Jingyang put down the newspaper in his hand, and suddenly felt that Messi's words were more shocking than any news. His nephew had just quit sixty-five family teachers, but he said he liked Anle for the first time when he saw her, was this true?

  In the afternoon, An Le took back her revised thesis from her supervisor. As soon as she walked out of the school gate, she saw that good-looking but foul-mouthed and sinister guy waving at her to get in the car through the window.

  "What's with the yelling? She's not a beast, no manners at all." An Lele muttered to herself, but her legs obediently walked towards the car.

  Sitting in the car, she stared blankly at his handsome profile, really like a bitter melon, good-looking, tender green and attractive on the outside, but actually tasting unbearably bitter.

  "An Le, my nephew is no ordinary child." He kindly reminded her, because he really didn't want to see her running away in tears.

  Anle was about to refute him, but the next moment she pouted her small mouth and changed her mind. She said fiercely: "Anle is better than bitter melon."

  An Le is really puzzled how a big man like him can be so knowledgeable about sanitary napkins. Is he using them too? Cut!

  "What is bitter melon?"

  She smiled and showed him a triumphant smile, putting the file aside. Although she didn't want to give up on this handsome face, she was defeated by his sharp tongue. It wasn't the first time Jingyang had experienced this girl's stubbornness, and seeing her like this, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

  Messi wore a football jersey, football shoes on his feet, and held a football in his arms, fully armed standing at the door, stretching his neck "waiting for her to fall into the trap". As soon as she got off the car, Messi came forward and said: "Euthanasia, hurry up and follow me."

  "What's up?"

  "Euthanasia, let's try this first and see who kicks the ball into the goal more." Messi patted the football in his arms and said with determination.

  An Le smiled slightly, this little fatty seemed to still be unaware that she was the striker of the school girls' football team! "You really want to compete with me?"

  "Yes, see if you win, I'll give it to you," Messi said, tossing her a soccer ball signed by the national team. She took one look and threw it back at him, saying "You'd better keep this precious ball yourself." The 'precious' was of course sarcasm.

  Jingyang suppressed his smile and turned around.

  "Euthanasia, what's at stake?"

  "Our bet is five hundred yuan, how about it?"

  "Great!" Messi clapped his hands in approval. He had been saving up his pocket money to buy toys recently, and how could he miss such an opportunity to earn some extra cash?

  Jingyang was taken aback. How could Anle, who loved money like his life, make such a bet? Unless... Jingyang's eyes narrowed slightly as he waited to see the show.

  "There's also a loser who has to write an article... no, a detailed game report, with no less than 600 words," An Lele said.

  "Alright, euthanasia, you don't know how formidable I am yet! You're going to die, Uncle, come and be the judge!" Messi said eagerly.

  "Wait a minute, big man, are you willing to admit defeat and know when to give up? You can't be so stubborn!" An Lele reiterated.

  "Got it, really! Pumping lung, skull, and noise, doubling the chaos!"

  An Lele pulled out the sports clothes she was going to take home to wash from her bag and changed into them, saying with a pleased expression: "This morning's overcast weather is just right, I've calculated it carefully, Messi, you can come on now." An Lele patted her gloved hands.

  Jingyang helplessly looked at these two people, he was expecting to see Anle lose money soon and didn't know if she would roll around crying.

  Messi's kick was good, but unfortunately, Anlele gave two saves, leaving only eight goals.

  What Messi and Jingyang didn't expect was that Anle actually scored a full ten shots, with Messi losing two balls and sitting on the grass with his head down.

  Looking at An Lele's money-loving face, the two men, one big and one small, glared at him with wide eyes. An Lele completely ignored their bad gaze, put the money in his own pocket, and smiled at Mesi: "Little guy, can you get me 600 words of gaming experience tomorrow?"

  "It's yours, euthanasia," Messi said breathlessly.

  An Le continued to ignore his unfriendliness, patted the money in his pocket and walked away.

  "What are you going to do, Messi?" Jingyang looked at Messi and was startled as he ran off panting.

  "Uncle, I want to go write about my feelings of being bullied."

  Jingyang couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his ears, was everything that was happening in front of him real? Was this 600-word gaming experience just an essay? He was shocked by Anle's approach, how come he hadn't thought of it before?!

  After dinner, Jingyang pushed open Meisi's door. He was writing hastily. Jingyang quickly closed the door and came out. In his mind, he again saw Anle's smiling face and her counting money with a pleased expression.

  When Anle held Messi's "Fourteen Years Old Encounter", a small flower bloomed in her heart. The words were sincere and vivid, making people feel as if they were there, especially the part where she complained about winning back her pocket money, which made people deeply feel his heartbreaking pain. "Little guy, have you finished writing your composition?" But Messi didn't know her strategy.

  "Composition? Oh no, you mean your indictment. I'll revise it for you later, what do we want to play today?"

  Jingyang stood outside the door, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly again. This girl was addicted to playing tricks on him...