CHAPTER 403: CHAPTER 229: THE SWINDLER

Ever since he played with his classmates for a while, Fu Yang’s rank had plummeted.

Later, he switched to invisible mode when logging in, so his classmates couldn’t continue to ravage his rank, but the stars he’d lost were hard to regain.

After all, Fu Yang’s true rank was just slightly above average, and any higher was all thanks to Shu Wan.

So, Fu Yang had no choice but to seek help from the silent but highly skilled F.

F’s skills were on par with Shu Wan’s, and his coordination with Fu Yang was seamless. It wasn’t long before they became good friends.

Fu Yang was actually quite talkative with people he knew well. When they played games and F didn’t talk, Fu Yang would just talk to himself.

Three days ago, after they had just finished a team fight, seizing a good position and well-equipped, Fu Yang lay on the ground and began to sigh deeply.

Even the cool-headed F couldn’t help but send a question mark, asking what was wrong with Fu Yang.

Fu Yang then complained, "Last night, I had a dream and suddenly saw the toy bear I used to play with as a kid. I really loved that bear, and after waking up, I thought about finding the same one online, but it’s already out of production."

As he finished speaking, Fu Yang added, "Ah, maybe that’s just life, right? You don’t know what you have until it’s gone."

Normally, Fu Yang was arrogant and proud, so his sudden reflection on life left his teammates speechless.

After a while, F responded with a simple "....."

Soon, the enemy regrouped for another attack, and everyone got back into battle mode. The previous idle chat dispersed like a passing breeze, as if no one took the words to heart.

However, at this moment, Fu Yang was holding that long-lost toy bear in his hands.

Though the housekeeper claimed it was the same one he played with as a child, Fu Yang didn’t believe it for a second.

After all, the real bear had been tossed by him into the pond to hit fish when he was just three years old.

So, when linking all these events together, there could only be one explanation.

F was Fu Siyu.

Having confirmed this fact, Fu Yang’s first reaction was a touch of defeat.

He had always thought of Fu Si as a stickler for tradition and had never imagined that he could be so good at gaming.

People have different perceptions of excellence at different ages.

To everyone else, Fu Si was a business legend, but Fu Yang, who hadn’t had much contact with such things, didn’t feel much about it.

On the other hand, being good at games elevated one’s status significantly in the eyes of boys Fu Yang’s age.

During their rebellious teenage years, boys often harbor a hidden sense of competition with their fathers.

Especially for Fu Yang, who lived in the shadow of Fu Siyu’s reputation, he would hear others praise his father wherever he went and naturally wanted to surpass Fu Siyu in some ways.

He had thought that although he was average in other aspects, he was definitely better at gaming than Fu Si, only to find out that Fu Si was the very gaming idol F he had been admiring.

"Old fox, indeed."

Fu Yang muttered a complaint. He wasn’t back to his original rank yet, so he wasn’t going to confront Fu Si about the deception, but he felt he needed to give Fu Si a bit of payback for keeping the secret for so long.

With that thought, Fu Yang headed to Fu Si’s study.

Fu Si was working on some documents. Hearing the door open, he didn’t need to look up to know it was Fu Yang, "Get out."

Tsk, Fu Yang raised an eyebrow slightly; knowing F was Fu Si had changed his perspective entirely.

Before, he always thought Fu Si was as cold as ice. Now, he knew that the ice block could sneak around and play games with him disguised as a stranger.

"Let me use your computer."

Fu Yang walked straight to Fu Si’s side, completely ignoring his words.

Fu Si glanced up at him, "No."

"My computer is broken, and I need to send an online file."

"There are computers in the guest room next door."

"I won’t; I want to use your computer, it has the best configuration."

Fu Si’s mouse movements faltered, and his brows furrowed slightly, "Did you get into trouble?"

Fu Yang couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

No wonder Fu Si, even after marrying Shu Wan, couldn’t catch up with her. With that way of chit-chatting, it would be odd if he could.

"I didn’t get into trouble," Fu Yang replied.

But Fu Si didn’t believe him. After all, the tone of Fu Yang’s voice just now seemed like he was whining.

It must have been ten years since Fu Yang last spoke like that.

Fu Si didn’t dare to imagine what kind of trouble Fu Yang had gotten into this time.