?Chapter 207:


    Elena shot him a look, her eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance. Obviously, she had no interest in wasting her time on a fool. This wasn’t just any grass. It was a rare species she had painstakingly brought back from her travels overseas, renowned for its exceptional medicinal properties.


    Elena had just finished watering the precious nt and was about to walk away when Javier, desperate not to lose this opportunity to clear the air, blurted out hurriedly, “Hey, I had nothing to do with what they said yesterday!”


    Elena paused, and Javier exhaled deeply, relieved to have voiced the words that had been stuck in his mind all night. Almost without thinking, he added, “I even set them straight afterward.” The words tumbled out before he could stop them, leaving him momentarily dumbfounded at his own need to justify himself. Why was he sopelled to exin?


    After speaking, Javier hesitated to leave, an awkward tension hanging in the air as Elena remained silent.


    “I said I taught them a lesson. Why aren’t you reacting?” Javier frowned, clearly dissatisfied with herck of response. Elena simply nodded and murmured, “Oh.”


    Frustrated, Javier left in a huff.


    The midday sun zed as Elena stayed home after lunch. To pass the time, she opened a game.


    Her in-game ID was “Nameless,” with an avatar featuring a random photo of a flower from Jolie’s garden.


    It was a 5v5 match, and Elena preferred ying as a jungler. The moment the match started, she camped behind the enemy’s blue buff, lying in wait. When the opposing jungler arrived to clear the camp, she ambushed him, wiped him out, and brazenly stole his buff before returning to her own jungle.


    Throughout the match, it seemed Elena had locked onto the enemy jungler as her target. No matter where he appeared, she hunted him down relentlessly, racking up kill after kill until the poor yer began questioning his own gaming skills.


    When the match finally ended, the poor yer in question—whose in-game name was “Jungle King”—sighed in relief.


    However, in the next match, he saw the familiar enemy ID—”Nameless”—and a sinking feeling crept over him. It turned out to be another round of relentless beatdown.


    For the entire afternoon, Elena ughtered “Jungle King” countless times.


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    After yet another death, “Jungle King” typed a question in the public chat. “Hey, what did I ever do to you?”


    Elena wrote back, “Nothing.”


    “Jungle King” questioned, “Then why are you hunting me down?”


    Elena ignored himpletely. With cold efficiency, she rushed the enemy Nexus, finished the game, and logged off.


    Meanwhile, in the neighboring vi, Javier was utterly defeated in his room. Sprawled on his bed, he rolled back and forth, iling in frustration.


    After being frustrated by Elena earlier, he was now getting mercilessly farmed in-game. And countless times. He suspected that yer was taunting him.


    Deliberately, like a cat toying with its prey, he vowed never to cross paths with this “Nameless” again. Damn it.


    After thoroughly thrashing “Jungle King,” Elena felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her and headed out.


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