The White-Haired Loli’s Triumph and a New Beginning

“You damned gamers, you damned pharmacists, you damned idols!” Qing Zixi scoffed. “Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Don’t you dare covet this young lady.”

A sharp intake of breath echoed.

Qing Zixi unleashed this indiscriminate, sweeping attack squarely upon the faces of the three older sisters.

From her central position, she assailed all three.

It was utterly exhilarating!

Not only had she fiercely rejected those who coveted her, but she had also satisfied a burgeoning desire for retribution. Qing Zixi, now seemingly in a state of absolute triumph, chattered away, her lips moving incessantly.

The three women’s faces flushed red, then paled to purple, under her relentless mockery.

Had the maids in Zi Yun’ai’s mansion, or Lan Mengyao’s fans, or Xia Mengying’s students witnessed this, they would have been astonished.

Never had they seen such a colorful array of emotions flit across the trio’s faces, nor had they ever seen anyone dare to speak with such condescending authority.

“I now concede your point,” Lan Mengyao said. “You truly didn’t do anything too outrageous last night.”

A faint twitch tugged at the corner of Lan Mengyao’s lips.

The very fact that Qing Zixi was still alive, kicking, and brazenly mocking them proved it.

“I had thought that matters required careful planning, that haste would only lead to failure,” Zi Yun’ai murmured. “Tsk, I never expected…”

Zi Yun’ai pressed a hand to her forehead, her long, violet hair cascading forward to obscure her features, making her expression unreadable.

Xia Mengying’s body was also trembling.

With rage.

To think she called her a damned pharmacist!

And, and, and…

All three women were trembling.

She had actually hit half the mark!

It was precisely because her taunts contained both truth and exaggeration that the three women’s teeth ached with fury. If it had been pure fabrication and nonsense, given Lan Mengyao’s experience as a professional player and Zi Yun’ai’s as an idol, would they have lacked encounters with such slander?

They would have long since built up their resilience!

However, against Qing Zixi, who had seemingly “built armor penetration,” their defenses were utterly useless.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongues?”

Qing Zixi possessed absolutely no ability to read the room—at least, not while basking in her current state of absolute triumph. As she observed the three women’s silence, a surge of inexplicable pride welled up from her ‘flat chest.’

Their relationship, how to describe it? While they addressed each other as sisters, their bond wasn’t quite that deep.

Thus, the three of them now resembled a triangle. Each woman desperately wanted to pin the stomping, white-haired loli over her knee and give her a good spanking.

Yet, precisely because each harbored this desire, a delicate balance had been subtly achieved between them.

In the end, it was Lan Mengyao who broke the silence.

“Alright then,” Lan Mengyao began, “we should respect little Zixi’s personal wishes. Since she wants to strive to be a professional player, why don’t I contact the youth training camp?

“We can let her experience it for ten days to half a month, with food and accommodation provided. If she gives up, it won’t be too late to discuss things then.”

“That’s a good point,” the other agreed. “Only through experience will she know if it’s suitable.

“Besides, others might discover little Zixi in a few days, and then we might have to gather again to discuss it.”

Both women were secretly calculating their own schemes, feigning concern for Qing Zixi. Their shared thought was to at least trick her into leaving for now.

Once she was alone, wouldn’t there be ample opportunity for “retribution”?

“Tsk, ah~ ah! Fine, let’s leave it at that for now. I have a performance to get to!”

Zi Yun’ai rose impatiently, patting her cheeks. She then turned, fixing her gaze intently on Qing Zixi’s crimson eyes.

Gradually, the impatience on her face melted away, replaced by a radiant warmth, and her dark violet eyes began to shimmer with starlight.

“A ‘damned idol,’ you say~? To speak such harsh words to little old me! But I won’t get angry, oh no~ I’ll prove with my hard work that I am the strongest idol~”

She slowly walked towards the main door, where her manager was waiting, and waved a hand behind her.

“I look forward to our next meeting~ Next time, I’ll have a proper, loving, and in-depth sisterly exchange with you~”

****

After Zi Yun’ai departed, the remaining two women also took Qing Zixi and left the mansion.

This time, the car was free of any peculiar occupants. After dropping Xia Mengying off at her laboratory, Lan Mengyao took the opportunity to briefly inform Qing Zixi of the important details during the ride.

“So, Sister Mengyao, you’re suggesting that for someone like me, who hasn’t yet developed muscle memory, it’s best to start by training as a support if I want to go pro?”

“Exactly,” Lan Mengyao confirmed. “Other roles demand extensive mechanics, which require years of accumulated experience and refinement. They aren’t something you can master overnight or with a single stroke.

“In fact, it’s uncertain whether you could even properly learn a support’s vision and awareness during this short off-season.”

Along the way, Lan Mengyao showed Qing Zixi numerous internal match videos. Qing Zixi, in turn, realized just how many updates the game had undergone, which explained why it had felt so peculiar when she first started playing.

Primarily, however, Lan Mengyao offered Qing Zixi a concise overview of the experience she had accumulated over the past two years.

As for anything more, that would depend on Qing Zixi’s innate talent and comprehension.

After escorting Qing Zixi to the entrance, Lan Mengyao gave her countless instructions and made all necessary arrangements before finally exhaling a relieved sigh.

“Next, Mei Ying will take you inside,” Lan Mengyao explained. “Just try it out, and if anything comes up, give me a call.”

Lan Mengyao produced a phone from seemingly nowhere. Its case was a fluffy bunny with oversized ears.

‘So cute~!’

“Alright, alright,” Qing Zixi declared. “For the sake of the bunny, this young lady shall accept it!”

“Uh, I’ll go find someone to complete your registration…”

‘Go ahead, be arrogant. Just wait until the youth training camp filters you out, then we’ll see you crying in my arms.’

Qingyue glared at Qing Zixi, then walked away with light steps.

“Please come in~”

Mei Ying led Qing Zixi through the glass doors. Along the way, Qing Zixi peered around curiously, then opened the phone she had just received.

It seemed quite high-end. The wallpaper displayed a cute, white-haired loli. ‘Sister Mengyao certainly has good taste.’

This white-haired loli wore a vibrant red dress and white stockings with delicate embellishments…

‘Isn’t that me!’

Qing Zixi hastily tapped open the contacts, obscuring the wallpaper.

Within the contacts, there were three entries.

Of course, Lan Mengyao wouldn’t be kind enough to include Zi Yun’ai and Xia Mengying. However, if Qing Zixi, with her notoriously bad temper, were to discover such an omission, she might well smash the phone to pieces.

Therefore, at the ‘suggestion’ of the phone, considering its own physical safety, Lan Mengyao had demanded money from both Xia Mengying and Zi Yun’ai.

Under the pretext that all three had contributed to its purchase, she then entered all three phone numbers.

She had, however, employed a small trick.

[—Are you sure you want to call Xia Mengying?]

‘This phone is surprisingly smart, it even asks you if you tap the wrong thing.’

Qing Zixi mused inwardly, then tapped ‘Cancel’.

“I’ll go get the trainer,” Mei Ying said. “You can go in first.”

After leading Qing Zixi to the training room, Mei Ying walked towards an adjacent room. Qing Zixi, feeling somewhat bewildered, pushed the door open and stepped inside.

She had expected a scene of mutual encouragement and passionate struggle, but imagination was often far from reality.

This room was filled with trainees who had fought tooth and nail to get in, yet had failed to make it onto the stage for years.

Some discordant voices drifted towards her.

“Well, well, is this the one who got in through the back door?”

“Hmph, since when did good looks qualify you to become a pro player?”

“I heard she’s so-and-so’s little sister. Apparently, she got tower-dived and killed multiple times in a ranked game.”