Chapter 603: Heart Stirring, Who Has the Highest APM?

Chapter 603: Heart Stirring, Who Has the Highest APM?

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Translator: _Min_

Although he couldn’t be considered a person of the Great Xia Empire, his ancestors ultimately carried the bloodline of Great Xia.



The bloodline must not be betrayed.

The blood in his bones still ran hot. The secretary responded, “Yes, President Ji.”

On the other side, in another VIP room.

MO Yanwen’s expression lifted slightly, his eyes widening slightly, and he blurted out, ‘Your Majesty, she...”

Yu Xiheng reopened his eyes, the killing intent receding, and smiled faintly,

“She’s fine, isn’t she?”

“Yes.” Mo Yanwen nodded, “I feel ashamed that I can’t say the same thing as her.”

Yu Xiheng didn’t say anything more, but looked at the flowers below the windowsill.

MO Yanwen followed his gaze and saw the trees swaying in the wind, branches dancing through the window.

He understood, “Your Majesty, is it windy? Shall I close the window?”

Yu Xiheng paused for a few seconds, then, he smiled lightly as if sighing, “It’s not the wind.”



MO Yanwen was taken aback, but ultimately didn’t speak.T/his chapter is updat/ed by nov(ê(l)biin.c/o/m

The thoughts ofan emperor were always hard to fathom.

Indeed, a true ruler would never let others guess what he was thinking.

If they could guess, then he wasn’t qualified.

Yu Xiheng’s eyelashes drooped, his gaze returning to the stage.

It wasn’t the wind blowing, nor the banners fluttering.

It was his heart stirring.

With five thousand years of historical heritage, he had participated.

Even if he only had twenty-seven years, he would have no regrets in death.

Even if his pulmonary illness accelerated due to war, he had never regretted it.

MO Yanwen pondered for a long time, “Your Majesty, have you ever considered settling down?”



To be an emperor, one must first learn to let go.

To lose freedom, love, and even life.

But now it’s different from before.

Everything is stable.

Yu Xiheng suddenly turned his head, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed. MO Yanwen clasped his hands, “I misspoke, Your Majesty.”

“Your words were reasonable, why do you think you misspoke?” Yu Xiheng leaned back, propping his head up, “It’s just a bit difficult.”

MO Yanwen was startled again, “What does Your Majesty mean?”

Is there something that even Emperor Yin finds difficult to handle?

Yu Xiheng picked up his teacup, drinking calmly, sighing, “Smart everywhere, but some places are not so smart, let it rest a while.”



[With an APM of 300, you can even join the youth training team. Meng Xue is already good enough, it just shows that there are always people better than others. Admit that the Western Continent is stronger than us.]

[Moreover, if Xuexue is not good enough, then others definitely are not good enough, why are you blaming her?]

Chi Yu, on the other hand, smoothly made it to the third round.

He didn’t expect Meng Xue to be eliminated in the second round, so he could only try to comfort her as much as possible.

“Don’t film her anymore, focus on Si Fuqing.” The photographer received instructions from his superior. “She’s also competing now. We’re going to lose anyway, just focus on her so more people will watch.”

The biggest spotlight immediately shifted to Si Fuqing.

Undeniably, what the audience first noticed was her mesmerizing face.

She wore gaming headphones, her gaze locked on the computer screen, her expression still lazy, her body not as tense as Meng Xue’s.

The broadcast screen showed the professions chosen by both sides. Si Fuqing chose the Eastern faction’s gu master, a little girl holding a short flute.

The opponent chose the Western faction’s knight, tall and imposing.

[Si Fuqing’s luck is really bad, how did she draw Joel? Joel’s APM is just a bit slower than Tracy’s, both around 290+. There’s no need to watch this round, it’s already over.]

[To be honest, no matter who they draw, it’s the same. The fastest one is

Erwin, his APM is 340. Which celebrity can compare to that?]

The Mousses were also very nervous.

But even if Si Fuqing lost, she was still their idol.

“She’s probably going to stop in the second round too.” Chi Yu shook his head. “I watched her first round. She got lucky, her APM was 187, impossible to beat

Joel.”

Meng Xue’s heart relaxed somewhat. She pursed her lips. “I’m still too weak. I definitely have no hope of being the spokesperson for the Oracle.”

Her transition to acting had failed, and her popularity was not as high as before after the incident with the RM spokesperson.

Most importantly, whether in acting or idol fields, she was completely overshadowed by Si Fuqing.

For now, the only comfort for her was that Si Fuqing was also eliminated in two rounds.

But with Si Fuqing saying such things earlier, losing now would be like slapping herself in the face?

Meng Xue watched coldly.

She wanted to see how Si Fuqing would win against Joel with an APM of over 290.

Si Fuqing placed one hand on the keyboard and pressed the confirmation key with the other.

Joel also clicked confirm.

He didn’t taunt like Tracy did, but instead nodded friendly towards Si Fuqing. “Looking forward to your performance.”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “So am I.”

Both sides were ready, and the battle began.

As soon as the word “action” appeared on the screen, the knight of light controlled by Joel had already flashed in front of the gu master, and the long spear in his hand stabbed straight out.

This was the knight of light’s ultimate move, Thunder’s Fury.

The gu master was a ranged attacker, weak in close combat like a healer. Once approached, she was bound to die.

In the hearts of all netizens, there were only two words.

It’s over..