Sorry, Stuck Again [Esports] Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Pei Yun Chang walked with large strides, moving so quickly that he didn't even have the patience to knock before pushing the door open.

The managers inside looked up at the sound and stood up to greet him. Everyone knew that WIN was practically run by Pei Yun Chang now. As the star jungler and a young leader, Pei Yun Chang's status was rising rapidly.

"Arrow, you're here too? Come, have a seat. Old Ye will be here soon."

"Why is Arrow here if he's not on the field? Why is Little Pei here to join the fun?"

Everyone present was a competitor vying for Nova, and the situation was already intense. Now, with the wealthy Pei Yun Chang joining in, who knew if he would snatch the opportunity?

The crowd was full of doubts, their eyes frequently darting towards Shi Yi. It was rumored that when Nova was banned, there was a huge conflict with WIN. Although Pei Yun Chang wasn't around at the time, who knew if there was any bad blood between them?

Hopefully, they wouldn't start fighting in the private room.

The atmosphere was tense, with everyone wearing different expressions. Finally, the manager from VVB stood up to break the ice.

"It's our fault, we were so busy talking to Little Pei that we forgot to introduce him." The VVB manager pointed to Shi Yi at the table, "Little Pei, this is Nova."

"Hahaha, they were in youth training together back then, do they really need an introduction?"

"Right, right, my mistake."

The managers all joked, but Pei Yun Chang didn't hear a word. He eagerly looked in the direction the manager pointed, only to see a completely unfamiliar face.

The light of expectation in Pei Yun Chang's eyes extinguished like a candle flame, and his raised lips froze, then pressed together so slightly it was almost imperceptible. But in just a blink, he regained his calm demeanor, nodding slightly at Shi Yi as if the momentary disappointment had never happened.

Shi Yi knew little about the past events with Bian Yan, only that WIN had wronged Bian Yan, so he naturally didn't have a friendly face for Pei Yun Chang.

Seeing that Pei Yun Chang had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, the managers were sure he was just there to join the fun, and they resumed their casual conversation with Shi Yi.

Pei Yun Chang seemed uninterested in the topic, half-closing his eyes, lazily sinking into his chair, one hand propping up his chin, the other playing with a wine glass, a nonchalant smile on his face, not sparing even a glance for Shi Yi.

Finally, he suddenly stood up, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair as if to leave. But before the managers could react, the door to the private room opened.

It was Bian Yan and Mu Mu.

Pei Yun Chang was sitting directly facing the door, and the moment it opened, his gaze locked straight into Bian Yan's eyes.

Bian Yan gave him a deep look, then lowered his eyes, casually pulling out a chair and sitting down under the curious gazes of everyone.

His face was icy, and the air pressure around him was extremely low.

Pei Yun Chang's lips curled slightly, then he draped his coat back over the chair and sat down unhurriedly.

"Little Pei isn't leaving after all?"

Pei Yun Chang smiled at him, "Did I say I was leaving?"

"Oh… haha."

The other party laughed awkwardly.

The VVB manager looked at Bian Yan, then at Pei Yun Chang, suddenly feeling like the focus of the dinner had shifted.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that this Nova didn't have the aura of a young prodigy at all, not even half as much as the newcomer.

But he didn't have time to think about it, as Mu Mu's appearance was even more puzzling.

"What are you doing here at such a big occasion!" The VVB manager scolded in a low voice.

Mu Mu, lacking the courage, stammered for a long time without saying anything. If he dared to ruin Old Zhao's plans at the dinner table, he'd be in big trouble when he got back.

But the crowd was clearly more interested in the new arrival, Bian Yan.

"And who is this?"

Pei Yun Chang also looked at Bian Yan with interest, curious about what he was up to.

"He's called Sorry, a game streamer on Miaotu TV, plays as a mage."

Mu Mu changed the subject, eagerly looking around, meeting the speechless gazes of everyone, and added, "He's really popular, don't you know him?"

As soon as Mu Mu finished speaking, Bian Yan clearly heard a few snorts.

"Shut up!" Old Zhao glared at Mu Mu, frustrated.

"Old Ye is really something, being late is one thing, but why bring in random people? What's a small game streamer doing here?"

"Right, little brother, did you come to the wrong room?"

Bian Yan sat there unmoved, his chin slightly raised, showing no reaction to the doubts, his gaze cold and distant.

His arrival was clearly just a small interlude, and the focus shifted back to Nova.

"Nova, don't take it the wrong way, a genius marksman like you is rare, incomparable to a small game streamer. We prefer dealing with geniuses."

"Yeah, yeah, it's a shame for such talent to go to waste, the esports scene is stagnant and needs fresh blood."

Shi Yi had seen enough of these managers' two-faced nature for profit, and he sneered.

If they knew the person they were looking down on was the real Nova, wouldn't they be furious?

Old Zhao swallowed, quickly organizing his words to seize the opportunity.

"Nova, you seem like a straightforward person, and I don't like beating around the bush. In front of all these peers, I'll be honest, if you're willing to join VVB, we'll offer you this much."

Old Zhao held up a finger.

The surrounding crowd fell silent.

Ten million, it seemed VVB was really prepared this time.

Most of the teams here today had only prepared a few million to try their luck, but VVB had set the bar so high, they couldn't compete.

Shi Yi, though inexperienced with such scenes, had seen plenty of movies.

He licked his lips, casually folding his hands over his stomach, calmly surveying the room, waiting for others to bid.

He really looked the part.

Bian Yan subtly raised an eyebrow.

"Manager Zhao, if I remember correctly, signing Nova for ten million would leave your club as an empty shell, right?" said the TU manager, "How can you expect Nova to make money for the club before even signing?"

His words were full of mockery, and the room instantly filled with tension.

The managers, having been subtle for so long, finally started to throw barbs.

"We bid eleven million."

The TU coach was confident.

Old Zhao's eyes flickered, biting his lip.

The advantage of being the first to bid was raising the price to the other teams' limits to avoid trouble, but the downside was malicious competition.

"Eleven and a half million."

Old Zhao was going all out.

Shi Yi, a master of playing it cool, still said nothing.

"Twelve million."

TU, though lacking in team configuration, was newly established and wealthy, seemingly wanting to buy Nova at a high price and use his fame to recruit players.

VVB, on the other hand, wanted to recruit Nova with all their might to reach the strongest combat power at this stage.

Both teams had reasons to continue.

"Twelve and a half million."

Old Zhao continued to bid.

"Thirteen million."

The TU manager's words were strained, indicating they were nearing their limit.

Apart from the obviously distracted Pei Yun Chang and the indifferent Bian Yan, everyone else at the table was intently watching the two, hoping to hear a higher bid.

Perhaps it was Pei Yun Chang's mocking smile, but Old Zhao couldn't help but challenge him, "Little Pei seems particularly relaxed today?"

Pei Yun Chang searched with his eyes for a while before realizing it was Old Zhao speaking.

"Yes."

His absent-mindedness once again pricked Old Zhao's heart.

"Little Pei is so generous, if WIN were to bid for Nova, how much would they offer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's curious gazes turned towards him, including Bian Yan's.

Pei Yun Chang noticed that special gaze, his thin lips lightly pressed, a faint smile hanging at the corners, like a veil, making him hard to read.

"Nova, as the strongest marksman in the country, naturally deserves the highest price." His voice dragged on, "However, my target isn't Nova."

Even though Old Zhao had deliberately made things difficult, he hadn't expected Pei Yun Chang to say such a thing.

"Oh? Then why is Little Pei here?"

Pei Yun Chang smiled gracefully, staring straight at Bian Yan, "Don't you think this streamer has a much brighter future?"

Who thinks that? Only you, right!

A former top marksman on the ladder, and an unknown small streamer, yet Pei Yun Chang chose the latter.

And this small streamer's profession was a mage, wasn't their team lacking in marksmen?

The crowd looked at Pei Yun Chang, who clearly wasn't joking, then at the calm Bian Yan, thinking Pei Yun Chang must be crazy.

Though Bian Yan's expression didn't change, the tapping of his fingers on the table betrayed his inner turmoil.

Mu Mu, halfway through eating his melon, was also shocked.

He originally thought Bian Yan was just a spectator like him, but now he had become someone Pei Yun Chang was interested in, wanting to sign him into WIN?

"Little Pei must be joking, he's just a small streamer." Old Zhao, unwilling to believe, asked again.

"I know."

Pei Yun Chang's attention was entirely on Bian Yan, his intense gaze leaving the other nowhere to hide, "I want to sign this streamer named Sorry."

"Sign me? Little Pei, such big words."

Bian Yan sneered, his voice carrying authority without anger, the words "Little Pei" tinged with gritted teeth.

He mischievously smiled, leaning forward to tap the table casually, "I'm much more expensive than this Nova, how much has Little Pei prepared?"

"Twenty-six million."

Pei Yun Chang's face was calm, his gaze deep and steady, his tone unhurried, not even frowning as he offered twice the previous highest bid.

The sound of inhaling echoed around.

No one expected the "auction" for Nova to turn into a recruitment for a small streamer, and Pei Yun Chang's first bid was twenty-six million.

Normally, this price would be more than enough to recruit two small professional players, let alone a small streamer.

The most shocking part was that Bian Yan, as the recruit, showed no sign of being moved, remaining silent.

Pei Yun Chang continued to raise the bid, "Twenty-seven million."

Bian Yan remained silent.

"Twenty-eight million."

The atmosphere stayed quiet.

"Thirty million."

Pei Yun Chang added another two million with a single word.

Earlier, the two team managers, backed by their club owners, only dared to increase by fifty thousand at a time, but Pei Yun Chang not only increased by four times that, his target was just a small streamer.

There was a brief silence, followed by a low murmur of astonishment.

Signing a small streamer for thirty million, Pei Yun Chang must be crazy.

Seeing Bian Yan still unmoved, Pei Yun Chang opened his mouth to continue raising the bid, "Thirty…"

Before he could say "two," Bian Yan abruptly interrupted him.

"Thirty million, Little Pei really values me."

Bian Yan's eyes flickered with emotion, his voice hoarse.

Pei Yun Chang's throat tightened, staring at him motionlessly, as if trying to capture every detail of the other.

Bian Yan took a deep breath, then raised his head, his gaze sharp, his tone playful.

"If you want me to join WIN, I want you to switch to support next season."

The crowd widened their eyes, mouths agape, unable to speak.

It seemed not only Pei Yun Chang was crazy, but this small streamer was also quite unwell.

Sitting before him was the top jungler in the entire region, not someone who could change roles with a casual remark!

Even Mu Mu, who had known Bian Yan for so long, found him outrageous.

But Pei Yun Chang merely curled his lips nonchalantly, his voice firm, "Okay."

Bian Yan pressed his tongue against his cheek, suppressing the emotions surging in his throat, staring intently at Pei Yun Chang.

"Forget it, I've changed my mind. Actually, I play as a marksman, and I want to replace your Xiao Bai as soon as I join the team."

Bian Yan heavily emphasized "your Xiao Bai."

"As soon as I join, he has to leave."

Pei Yun Chang didn't hesitate.

"Okay."

Bian Yan's eyes stung with tears.

He bit his tongue hard, controlling his emotions, staring at Pei Yun Chang.

"Just kidding, my role is a jungler." Bian Yan's voice trembled, "I want you to retire immediately."

Pei Yun Chang, without any hesitation, answered more firmly, "Okay."

Three questions, three affirmatives.

Each one was sweet as honey.

Bian Yan's outrageous demands came one after another, leaving everyone unsure of what to be more surprised by, and the most ridiculous part was that Pei Yun Chang agreed to all of them.

What kind of spell had this small streamer cast on Pei Yun Chang, making him willing to retire just to sign him?

Mu Mu silently stared at Bian Yan, feeling like he was meeting the real him for the first time today.

The conversation between the two continued—

Bian Yan's eyes were red beyond belief.

"Do you really want to sign me that badly?"

"Yes, any request is fine."

Pei Yun Chang's pupils trembled, "Thirty-two million, when should I come to pick you up?"