Qiao Jingjing wore a black inner layer with a blazer, a white silk shawl draped over her shoulders and tied into a bow at her chest.

She wore black shorts on her lower body paired with sheer tights.

She stepped into a pair of high heels, which made her fair, beautiful legs look even longer.

Chen Cheng curled his lips into a smile, leaned down, and kissed her lips.

It was a light kiss. Chen Cheng's eyes were gentle. "You look beautiful."

Two lightbulbs were watching the two of them without blinking.

Qiao Jingjing's fair face turned beet red. She took the flowers from Chen Cheng's hands and smelled them. "They smell quite nice."

She turned her head and shouted to Little Zhu, "Little Zhu, help me put these in a vase."

Then she turned back and linked her arm with Chen Cheng's. "Let's go."

Today was the day of Qiao Jingjing's Honor of Kings match; Chen Cheng had promised her a long time ago that he would accompany her.

Although they were discussing contract termination, the activities that had already been scheduled were unaffected.

Walking to the door, Qiao Jingjing lowered her head and got the shoes he had just taken off for him.

She looked Chen Cheng over. "Did you go to an event today?"

Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment. "Oh, I went to see a client and discussed some things."

Qiao Jingjing pursed her lips in a smile and nodded approvingly. "You look quite handsome."

Chen Cheng wore a dark coffee-colored double-breasted suit with black leather shoes—a very classic, formal outfit that looked dignified and elegant.

Scum Cheng curled his lips slightly. "When is your brother not handsome?"

"Ew, narcissist," Qiao Jingjing leaned back tactically, her assessment of his narcissism reaching new heights.

After waiting for Little Zhu to finish arranging the flowers, they went downstairs together.

Sister Ling and Little Zhu stood behind them, watching the two flirt, their mouths twisted in annoyance. Working was one thing, but having to eat dog food was another.

They got into the Qiao Jingjing studio's van and went to the event venue.

Upon arrival, Qiao Jingjing took Sister Ling and Little Zhu through the internal passage to enter the venue.

Chen Cheng waited for half an hour after they entered before getting out of the car to go in.

Qiao Jingjing had given him an internal ticket for a seat in the middle of the VIP area.

Chen Cheng had seen many sports matches in person, but this was his first time at an esports event.

He looked left and right; it looked just like a concert.

The audience was even holding light boards to cheer for the players they supported.

Chen Cheng smiled and withdrew his gaze to look at the shining Qiao Jingjing on stage.

There was a familiar face next to her—Mouse.

He must be a guest player. Chen Cheng smiled faintly and turned his gaze back to Qiao Jingjing.

"Hello everyone, my ID is... I have several IDs, do I have to say them all? And I haven't turned off friend requests yet."

The audience below was instantly energized and shouted loudly, "It's fine!"

Qiao Jingjing wore a smile. "I'm not falling for that."

She took a breath and said seriously, "Alright, let me formally introduce myself."

"Hello everyone, I am Qiao Jingjing. Today, my profession is the spokesperson for Honor of Kings."

"My rank is 15-star King."

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow. She had ranked up very quickly.

She had just reached King when they duo-queued last time; it had only been a few days, and she was already at 15 stars.

It seemed she had channeled all her recent pressure into the game.

Meanwhile, in the row behind Chen Cheng, Qiu Yingying stared blankly at Chen Cheng's back.

She muttered, "Daddy?"

After selecting characters on stage, the game began.

Qiao Jingjing followed the given strategy, picking the pro team's jungler and support, while she chose the marksman position.

These two lanes ensured the entire lower half of the map wouldn't collapse.

As for the mid and top lanes, they were given to random players. Chen Cheng had even prepared a strategy for the mid-lane: a tank build for Bian Que.

Just as expected, after the start, Qiao Jingjing's Sun Shangxiang quickly established a laning advantage against the combination of a pro marksman and a random support.

There was a point about the marksman lane that many people wouldn't admit: the confrontation in the marksman lane actually depended more on the support's skill level.

Therefore, if they won this round, the jungler who bore all the pressure would likely be chosen as the MVP.

According to the script, the next round's MVP would be banned by the organizers, forcing Qiao Jingjing to pick another pro player.

This would use Qiao Jingjing's fame to increase exposure for these pro players.

This game ended quickly. Obviously, Qiao Jingjing's character selection and the laning pressure caught the opponents off guard.

Looking at the kill and damage data, this round's MVP should have actually been Qiao Jingjing.

However, the trickery appeared: the MVP was given to the jungler who roamed the whole map.

"The right to ban a star is... ho, this is interesting."

"The Star-Picking team's right is to ban the opponent's MVP from the previous round."

Qiao Jingjing's eyes widened. She looked at the host in disbelief, then looked at the pro jungler on her team.

Down in the audience, Chen Cheng smiled.

The organizers thought they were on the third floor, unaware that the person in the audience was the one truly controlling the situation.

He was on the fifth floor.

"In this way, the Good Luck team will have to choose someone else as a teammate."

The host turned to look at Qiao Jingjing. "Jingjing, who will you choose? Will it still be someone from the Tiangong team?"

Qiao Jingjing's expression stiffened. The host continued to guide her, "But Zhou Ying is the strongest jungler from the Tiangong team."

Qiao Jingjing took a breath and looked hopefully toward Chen Cheng's direction.

Chen Cheng put on his mask and nodded at her.

Obviously, Chen Cheng had thought of this when he agreed to accompany her.

Qiao Jingjing immediately smiled, picked up the microphone, and said, "I remember the official blog said at the time that it seemed possible to choose anyone from the audience as a teammate."

"Can I choose a non-professional?"

The host was stunned and didn't know how to respond. "This..."

Suddenly, the voice of the control center came through the earpiece: "Yes, yes, agree to her, agree to her."

Obviously, for the organizers, this had more buzz.

Promoting players was just a secondary goal; maintaining their own popularity was what the organizers wanted most.

The host's tightly furrowed brow instantly relaxed. "Ah... the official blog did indeed say that."

He looked at Qiao Jingjing. "But Jingjing, are you sure?"

"Although I don't know who you want to talk about, are you sure his skill level will exceed that of a professional player?"

Qiao Jingjing glanced at Chen Cheng in the audience, a brilliant smile appearing on her face. "I am sure about the first question, but I am not sure about the second."

"The reason I want to choose him is that he has always been my teammate, and I hope to fight side-by-side with him this time."

The chubby host was stunned for a moment. "Then what is your choice?"

Qiao Jingjing smiled. "I have to ask my team members?"

After saying this, she turned to look at the three people on her team.

"Is that okay?"

"I have no objection," the support from the previous round smiled and nodded.

"I unconditionally support you."

This was Qiao Jingjing's fan.

"Hoo~" Qiao Jingjing turned back and took a deep breath. "The person I want to choose is..."

"Chen Cheng!"

Sister Ling, who was observing the situation on the second floor, was completely stunned.

These two pulled this off without notifying me in advance?

"Gulp~" She swallowed, quickly picked up her phone to arrange for staff to prepare to suppress the trending topics in advance.

And Qiu Yingying in her seat had her eyes widened round.