Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Chapter 649 Gu Pei Feels Closed

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Gu Yang and Feng Jue joined the gathering to watch the commotion, drawn by the spectacle.

Gu Yang remarked on how she couldn’t miss the chance to witness Big Sister delivering a decisive slap.

Gu Jin, balancing her phone in one hand, glanced back at Gu Yang and Feng Jue, reclining behind her. She made room on the sofa and gestured for them to join her.

Patting the seat beside her, Gu Jin invited Gu Yang, “Come sit here.”

Feng Jue held Gu Yang’s hand eagerly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Gu Yang, with a resigned smile, declined Gu Jin’s offer. “Sister, I’ll just stand behind you and watch for a while. The game just started.”

Gu Jin nodded and then shot a cold glance at Feng Jue.

Smooth operator!

Feng Jue’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smile, relishing in his sister’s attention.

Sister always spoils me

Gu Pei chimed in, “Sister’s right. This game won’t last long. I’ll demonstrate what instant kill means…”

Instant kill???

Gu Pei’s voice trailed off abruptly as the notification of a game failure blared from his phone.

Gu Yang blinked in confusion. “Did it really end just like that?”

Gu Pei stared at the failed game interface in disbelief, shocked that Gu Jin had managed to defeat him so quickly.

Gu Jin glanced up lazily. “Because he’s a novice.”

Feng Jue nodded in agreement.

“Damn it!”

Refusing to accept defeat, Gu Pei challenged Gu Jin again. “Let’s have a rematch, Gu Jin!”

Gu Jin accepted with a nonchalant shrug. “Sure.”

“Game over!”

“Again!”

“Game over!”

“Game over!”

“Game over!”

Gu Jin’s phone remained on silent mode throughout the rounds.

As the competition progressed, only the notifications of game failure kept echoing from Gu Pei’s phone.

Initially, disbelief clouded Gu Pei’s face, refusing to acknowledge the outcome as he persisted in the battle.

Towards the end, Gu Pei gripped the phone with both hands, staring at the screen in a daze, his expression blank.

Had it not been for Gu Pei’s crushed spirit, Gu Yang would have applauded Gu Jin.

This was the epitome of instant defeat, the essence of crushing!

“Are we still going?”

After a prolonged silence from Gu Pei, Gu Jin lifted her head, her gaze teasing as she looked at him.

Only then did Gu Pei slowly tear his gaze away from the screen, his expression crestfallen, eyes reddened, seemingly on the verge of tears.

With a trembling voice, he asked, “Gu Jin, did you really only use one hand?”

Raising an eyebrow, Gu Jin replied, “Don’t believe me? Want another round?”

Gu Pei’s response came with a heavy sigh, “No, let’s call it quits.”

Gu Pei stood shocked by Gu Jin’s prowess, his expression betraying his disbelief.

In a daze, he ascended the stairs hastily, slamming the door behind him, seeking solitude.

Left in the living room were only Gu Yang, Gu Jin, and Feng Jue, exchanging glances.

Feng Jue chuckled softly, “Seems like the little one couldn’t handle it. Gu Jin, couldn’t you have gone a bit easier on him?”

Gu Jin glanced at him, her expression cold. “I was merely using one hand. What more could he expect?”

What a biting sarcasm! She wagered that given the chance, Feng Jue would be even more merciless in front of her sister than in his treatment of Gu Pei.

Observing Gu Yang’s gaze drifting upstairs, Gu Jin followed suit, her brow furrowing. “Can’t handle the pressure?”

To think he crumbled under such minimal stress in eSports? Disappointing.

In the world of eSports, novices were the bane of existence.

The eSports scene differed greatly from the entertainment industry. Here, losing didn’t garner an influx of sympathetic fans; in fact, your own supporters could be even harsher than your detractors. Thus, resilience was indispensable.

Gu Yang didn’t perceive Gu Pei as particularly fragile. She pondered for a moment. “Perhaps he just needs some time to process it.”

After all, prior to this match, Gu Pei had been brimming with confidence. Yet, in a single round of PK, he had been swiftly defeated. The psychological contrast was immense, making acceptance challenging.