My Poor Online Boyfriend Pulled Up in a Rolls Royce Chapter 07

My Poor Online Boyfriend Pulled Up in a Rolls Royce Chapter 07

My coworker Sherry Glass leaned over and couldn’t help asking, “How did you two even meet,

with a client this ridiculous?”

I lay on my desk and forced a laugh.

Wasn’t it just because half a year ago, I met a newbie in a game?

He played terribly and kept feeding kills to the enemy team.

I couldn’t take it anymore and turned on my mic.

“Dude, are you a spy planted on our team by the enemy?”

He wasn’t convinced.

“You’re the spy!”

We argued for ages, and our tower was pushed down.

Before leaving, I cursed him out again. I didn’t expect him to remember my ID.

The next time we met, we were opponents.

He had wanted to wash away his shame and take revenge, but I crushed him with my gaming

skills for fifteen brutal minutes.

His mentality collapsed, and he added me as a friend to challenge me one-on-one.

Then I beat him for several more hours.

After that, we logged on every day, and I dueled him.

He lost every time.

The only thing he ever said was, “Again.”

On the tenth day, he looked at his zero percent win rate, broke down, turned on his mic, and

cried.

I couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

He brought me too much joy.

Before I knew it, I had started liking that feeling.

Who knew he had gotten used to being beaten by me too, and somehow started liking that

feeling as well?

One thing led to another, and we started dating online.

Sherry commented with disturbing accuracy, “Isn’t this Stockholm syndrome?”

“… You have an impressive vocabulary.”

“Think about it. You beat him every day, and he took the beating every day. The more you beat

him, the more he fell in love. Isn’t that a masochist falling for a sadist? I think you two are

perverts… a match made in heaven!”

N-nonsense!

“Help me think of something. Now he wants to torture me.”

Sherry thought for a long time.

“Then just give him what he asked for.”

My face turned red.

“That… that won’t work. How can I casually send special photos to an ex-boyfriend? What if…

what if he’s not a good person?”

She thought it over and nodded.

“True.”

Then she slapped her thigh.

“I’ve got it!”

She leaned close and whispered a few lines in my ear.

My eyes widened.

“Would that… work?”

“Trust me. Guaranteed.”

The next day, I messaged Crystal.

“Mr. Lake, can we implement those three conditions today?”

He replied instantly.

“?”

Then another message came quickly.

“You figured it out this fast?”

I opened my photo album, and my gaze landed on a screenshot.

It was a chat record with customer service from some bizarre online shopping app late one

night.

“My boyfriend keeps getting cursed out in games, and I’m furious. My person can only be cursed out by me, but I won’t always be online. Would this book suit his refined image?”

Customer service replied, “Dear, absolutely. This book, High-EQ Comeback Tactics, is specially designed for refined people. It lets them strike back with dignity while driving the other person half to death. Please rest assured.”

So I placed the order.

At the time, I had wanted to send him the screenshot, but then I felt it wasn’t suitable.

I deleted and typed, typed and deleted, struggled for a long time, and finally fell asleep after dropping my phone on my face.