When Qin Heng returned home, both Qin Yun and Song Ningran were sitting on the living room sofa.

Under the bright light, Song Ningran was dressed in a pink short-sleeved shirt, revealing her smooth, fair arms. She wore tight-fitting white shorts that showcased her long, fair thighs. Her legs were pressed together, bent, and resting on the edge of the sofa, causing her whole body to sink into it. Her expression was focused as she stared at her phone, her fingers continuously swiping, clearly engrossed in a game.

Qin Yun was also seated beside her. She wore a white dress and white knee-high socks with a cat motif. Her radiant and fair legs, much like Song Ningran's, were pressed together as her whole body curled up on the sofa, equally focused. These two beauties, one older and one younger, were a pleasant sight to behold even just sitting together playing games.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bursts of attack sounds came from their phones.

As Qin Heng entered the room, Qin Yun suddenly screamed. At the same time, a wail sounded from her phone. She pouted, tossed her phone aside, and lamented, "Died again! That Hou Yi on the other side is so annoying, always targeting me!"

"You should have retreated when you were low on health," Song Ningran said softly. "Ake deals high damage, but she's too fragile and requires skillful play. You should switch to a different hero next time."

"Still playing that outdated game, Glory of the King?" Qin Heng smiled as he took a seat on the sofa, right between Qin Yun and Song Ningran.

With soft, warm, and fragrant beauties on both sides, a delicate scent wafted through the air, refreshing and delightful.

Qin Yun fared well. She and Qin Heng were siblings and used to each other's casual manner, so even when Qin Heng suddenly sat down, she remained as solid as Mount Tai.

But it was different for Song Ningran. Because Qin Heng's weight made the sofa dip, her body unexpectedly fell onto Qin Heng's shoulder, and her hand trembled.

"OUCH, I twisted my back, retreating for now…"

A resigned scream suddenly erupted from her phone; Song Ningran, caught off-guard, had also been killed by an opposing hero.

"AH! Qin Heng! You're such a saboteur!!"

Song Ningran exclaimed, momentarily forgetting her shyness, her attention completely diverted as she leaned on Qin Heng's shoulder.

"WAH! Ran Ran, Marco from your team is flaming you!" Qin Yun pointed at the phone screen, protesting, "So despicable! They have absolutely no class! If you play a game, just play the game. What's the point of flaming people!"

Qin Heng also saw the text on Song Ningran's phone screen.

"What the heck! Lao Fuzi, you idiot! Can't you play? Are you a grade-schooler?!"

"And that Ake, also an idiot! Seeing you duo-queueing with Lao Fuzi, you're both noobs!"

"Such rotten luck! Running into two idiots!!"

This Marco hadn't just insulted Song Ningran, who was playing Lao Fuzi, but even Qin Yun, who played Ake.

Annoyed, Qin Yun pursed her lips and kept typing to retort. However, she always ended up with a string of asterisks, thanks to the word filter she didn't know how to bypass—so frustrating! She was normally a well-behaved girl and simply had no idea how to trash-talk in games.

Then, the all-chat also lit up.

The opposing team began mocking Qin Yun and Song Ningran's side.

"HAHAHA! The Ake and Lao Fuzi on the other side are so bad!"

"Must be a free-win team, feels like a charity match, easier than playing against bots."

"Don't push the tower yet! Kill them a few more times, complete the mission!"

"Crushing them feels great! They're so bad, HAHAHA!"

Fuming, Qin Yun and Song Ningran trembled all over, their teeth clenched, eyes wide as they stared at the resurrection countdown, eager to seek revenge after respawning.

"Let me do it," Qin Heng said with a smile.

At the same time, he stretched out his arms, wrapping one around each of their necks, and placed his left and right hands on their smartphones. He actually intended to operate two phones at once!

This was simply a heaven-defying move!

Qin Yun and Song Ningran were both stunned. They turned their heads in disbelief to look at Qin Heng, eyes widened, faces full of incredulity.

"Bro, are you sure you can do this?" Qin Yun said skeptically. "I remember you used to play Glory of the King, and the highest you ever got was Gold IV. This is a Diamond-tier match, you know."

"Little girl, you dare doubt your brother!" Qin Heng laughed. "Back then, I was just too skilled. I didn't want to bully the noobs!"

"No way!" Qin Yun's eyes widened as she looked at Qin Heng doubtfully. "How come I remember you being beaten so badly that you died over fifty times in one game, and then you rage-quit and deleted the game?"

"..." Qin Heng was speechless for a moment, then replied calmly, "I was just letting them win. Just wait and see. Your big brother will use one hand for each phone, controlling two heroes simultaneously. I'll carry you to godlike status; I'll take you soaring!"

When with Qin Yun, he didn't put on any airs. He wasn't an Immortal Emperor, just a brother who cared about his sister.

Ultimately, Qin Heng was at most nineteen years old, still a teenager. He rather enjoyed these leisurely moments.

"You... controlling two phones at the same time!?" Qin Yun stared at Qin Heng, dumbfounded. "Bro, are you running a fever? You really think becoming super strong has made you a superhuman?"

"The virtual joysticks and skill buttons aren't even in the same place on both phones!" Song Ningran was also somewhat bewildered, momentarily forgetting her shyness as she stared at Qin Heng's hands on the two phones with a stunned expression.

One person controlling two smartphones, two heroes—it was unheard of!

"Bro, I'm livestreaming this, you know. You're about to be publicly humiliated!" Qin Yun said with a grin, pointing to her phone screen.

Qin Heng paused and looked over.

Only then did he notice that Qin Yun's game interface had a livestreaming window with a small TV icon. It looked like it was from Bilibili, with over 8,000 viewers. In an era when Glory of the King had mostly faded in popularity, that number of viewers was quite impressive. And it seemed Qin Yun hadn't turned on her camera.

At that moment, the livestreaming window was filled with scrolling comments.

"666, one person controlling two phones! Yun Yun, your brother is going for godlike!"

"Wow! Haha! Are you sure he's not bluffing? How could one person possibly control two heroes!"

"Waiting for the host's brother's bluff to be called! He'll be scorned by Yun Yun. It's absolutely impossible for one person to control two heroes!"

"Yun Yun's brother's voice is so soothing; I feel like my ears are about to get pregnant!"

"To the one with 'pregnant ears,' are you a dude in drag?"

Most of them doubted Qin Heng's words.

However, Qin Heng remained utterly calm. He pulled out his own phone, handed it to Qin Yun, and had her log into the livestream account and turn on the camera, aiming it at his hands.

Now, Qin Heng had placed both smartphones on the table in front of the sofa, with Qin Yun and Song Ningran sitting beside him, watching.

To ensure a comprehensive view, the phone was positioned quite high. When the camera turned on, it captured not only Qin Heng's hands but also the silhouettes of Qin Yun and Song Ningran.

Both were leaning close to Qin Heng's side!

The 8,000-plus people in the livestream chat instantly blew up!

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