"Seriously. It's such bad luck to run into people like this in a game."
"This ruins the whole experience."
"Daji, why aren't you talking? Say something!"
"Please turn on your microphone to communicate."
Since Si Wen remained silent, one of her teammates angrily demanded she turn on her mic, while Marco Polo was already cursing up a storm. Si Wen ignored them, continuing to follow the jungler and steal his jungle monsters. Sometimes, just as he had nearly finished off a monster, she would unleash her ultimate and snatch the last hit. After each theft, she would sneak a peek at Xue Yang's reaction, expecting him to get angry. But he didn't react at all, which only made Si Wen more furious.
"Why aren't you getting angry?" she blurted out.
Just as the words left her mouth, Xue Yang scored another kill. Si Wen was stunned.
"Keep stealing," he said coolly. "If you get distracted, my gold lead will just get bigger."
What is with this guy?
