The Part-Time Expert (21)

Si Chen exited the game. He threw away his game helmet quickly, as if there was some kind of terrible virus on it.

Si Chen's heart was beating fast.

He felt like he was about to lose his breath.

He stared at the game helmet with fierce eyes. His hair clung to his cheeks, and sweat dripped down his tense chin.

Si Chen suddenly reached out a hand to support himself on the desk.

In the secluded and lonely greenhouse, there was only his quick breathing, like that of a dying man, and each breath was fighting against the god of death.

It was not clear how long had passed when Si Chen slowly slid to sit on the ground, his back against the desk.

His back had long since been wet, and the clothes clung to his body now, giving him an endless feeling of chills.

Yet Si Chen didn't seem to be affected by the feeling. He looked at the muguet blooming next to him with dark eyes.

That smiling face flashed past his mind inexplicably.