Chapter 640


    "Stop with the polite talk. If it weren''t for you giving me acupuncture treatment, I might have had to


    undergo brain surgery," said the old Mr. Bet. "This is called helping each other out."


    "Anyway, thank you," Sylvia smiled.


    Just then, Jonathan rushed to the door and stopped, his hair and head covered in fine white


    snowkes.


    "This snow is too much. I went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities and got soaked in


    snow," he said as he stomped his feet at the entrance of the ward before shaking his head vigorously


    to get rid of any remaining snowkes on his hair.


    He carried a shopping bag filled with misceneous small items along with a bowl of oden.


    "Grandpa, this is for you. No spicy peppers added."


    "How can it be delicious without spicy peppers?" The old Mr. Bet suddenly became unhappy.


    "You''re still sick now. You can''t eat anything stimting." Jonathan was strict. "If you don''t want it, I''ll


    give it to my boss instead."


    "If you let Sibbie eat it instead of me, then you''ll have to buy another one with spicy peppers for me."


    "I won''t fight over food with you; go ahead and eat," Sylvia couldn''t help but smile while watching these


    two mischievous grandfather-grandson duo y around like kids.


    Jonathan handed over oden to his grandfather before turning towards Sylvia. "Boss, will youe


    watch my game in a few days?"


    Sylviazily nced at him. "Not interested."


    "Boss, please show some face!" Jonathan was somewhat frustrated as he pulled out a stack of tickets


    from his pocket. "I brought all these tickets here; surely they can''t go unused?"


    "You can leave them here. But whether or not I watch your game remains uncertain." Sylvia took those


    tickets from him and put them into her pocket while saying, "I heard that your opponents are very


    strong this year, so take care when training so that you won''t lose face by underperforming."


    "When did I ever underperform? I am undoubtedly an excellent ADC!" Jonathan immediately became


    unhappy as indignation appeared on his face.


    "All right! Stop boasting about yourself here," Sylvia interrupted him while speaking to the old Mr.


    Bet. "I''m going back now; take good care of yourself. I''lle see how things are another day."


    The old Mr. Bet was enjoying eating oden too much by now. "Since there''s heavy snow outside


    anyway, why don''t wait until after its stopped?"


    Sylvia smiled, "Walking in snow has its own charm."


    With that said, she left the hospital room with Jonathan following her out to the elevator doors. "I gave


    you tickets for both group matches and finals - make sure youe!" he urged.


    "If your team makes it into finals, then I''ll go there; otherwise why bother going for group matches?"


    Sylvia replied coldly as if she were talking about falling snow outside.


    "Fine! We''ll definitely make it into finals," Jonathan grumbled as he watched her step into the elevator.


    Jasper was waiting for her at underground parking lot when she arrived downstairs; he greeted her by


    saying, "Master Franklin is busy at MI6 today, so he asked me to pick you up instead."


    Sylvia nodded; she had thought they would be returning back to their hotel but anywhere would do


    really.


    The next morning, Sylvia turned on a screen early in order to watch live coverage of a gaming


    tournament while sitting on a couch with a bucket of popcorn beside her.


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    Franklin walked out from his room, only to see Sylvia watching an e-sports match intently in front of TV.


    "Do you like watching this?" He asked curiously.


    "Jonathan is ying today," She grabbed some popcorns and stuffed them into mouth.


    League of Legends had be popr worldwide over recent years due itspetitive tower-


    pushing gamey style. This year, the annual world championship was held in Urgford''s Okgan that


    attracted countless fans around globe who loved gaming feverishly.


    Jonathan''s team had always been ranked the first ce in its group. Teams were divided into all four


    groups where top two teams advanced onto quarter-finals.


    At MI6''sputer technology department, Vaughn along with several other members were also


    watching live streaming videos of games together.


    "I think Jonathan''s team will definitely win the championship this year!" Vaughn was a fan of Jonathan.


    One of the team members sneered, "Come on, let''s face it. You know well the level of H Rovirsa''s


    yers. They should just give up."