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Chapter 991 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (156)

The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (One Hundred and Fifty-Six)

After hearing this, Lance couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his little prince was still too kind.

"Even if it was lent out, it was originally your account, wasn't it?"

At best, the others just used the account and had no real connection with the ID "Beast".

Song Ning thought about it and felt that what Lance said made sense, but this was not the point.

He picked up Lance's fingers and squeezed them for a bit before sighing.

"In fact, I found it very strange at the beginning. Why would the ID 'Beast' be invited to play in a professional game? You know, 'Beast' is actually my ID."

But after so many things happened, he now has a rough idea.

Especially this fake 'Beast' is obviously not a good person. So why did 'Beast' use this ID to become a professional player? The answer is very obvious.

Lance asked softly as he hugged him tighter in a soothing manner.

"So what do you think? Do you want to make this public?"

The little prince had obviously had some concerns since he had not said anything before, but now that Song Ning has brought it up, does it mean that Song Ning intends to make this matter public?

Song Ning leaned back and fell on Lance's elastic chest muscles.

"I don't know either. He has been playing for so long under the ID 'Beast'. Even if I come out and say that I am the real 'Beast', how many people do you think will believe me?"

This kind of thing is not a question of whether he wants to do it, but a question of whether he can do it.

Song Ning is not a dreamer, and taking the initiative to approach Robot and becoming Robot's boyfriend is probably the only dream that will come true in his life.

Lance calmly analyzed, "If there is evidence, the success rate is about 30%. It also needs a little public opinion to push it, and it can be about 60-70%."

But in general, the success rate is not very high.

"Yeah, I also think the success rate is not high."

Song Ning turned over and pressed Lance down on the sofa, muttering to himself and biting Lance's chin a little bit as if to vent his anger.

"How annoying! How can someone be so shameless? It's really annoying."

Lance patted his back soothingly, "It's annoying. I can help you if you want. It will make it easier."

Song Ning bit his chin and gritted his teeth, refusing.

"I don't want it. I don't want you to spend your time on someone like this. You have to train hard and try to win the championship again. I don't want you to spend your time on this."

Lance had no choice but to coax him.

"But you told me everything. If I don't help, am I still your boyfriend?"

Song Ning was vague, "That can't be said. If I tell you, you have already played the role of a boyfriend. And as a boyfriend, I want to see you continue to win championships. The boyfriend of a champion sounds much better than 'someone who took great pains to get the ID back from a shameless guy'."

From time to time, Lance felt a strange feeling on his chin. He raised his hand to show that he surrendered and would listen to Song Ning. Song Ning laughed happily, but the next second he was turned over and pressed on the sofa, meeting Lance's dark eyes.

Song Ning realized it belatedly and wanted to get off the sofa, "Well, I'm about to start the show..."

Lance pressed his hands above his head with one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No rush, I remember there are still two hours left, that's enough."

Song Ning: “!”

What are you talking about? Enough! Let’s talk it out nicely!