Five-man queue for one whole night, lost every single game.
Andrew stared at the entirely red match history and fell into deep thought.
"Andy, still playing?" Ethan asked Andrew, who had been silent for a long time.
"Not playing anymore, I'm going solo."
"Why solo? If you're going to play, let's keep going."
"Tell you when you guys switch to AI servers."
Andrew disconnected the voice call.
Fortunately, Andrew was using his Older Sister's account, not his own.
However, he had promised to boost Catherine's rank, so he could only stay up late to do it now.
Without the burden of four dead weight teammates, Andrew climbed ranks incredibly fast. Around four in the morning, he finally managed to push Catherine's account back to Gold rank before collapsing into bed to sleep.
Once he slept, he didn't wake up until nearly noon.
Scarlett almost thought Andrew was sick or something had happened. She nervously opened his door only to find him clutching his pillow, still talking in his sleep.
"Trash player, watch my moves."
"..."
Looking at Andrew sound asleep while hugging his pillow, Scarlett pursed her lips, feeling somewhat speechless, "What time did he go to bed last night? Even if there are no classes this morning, he shouldn't stay up that late, right?"
Scarlett originally didn't plan to wake Andrew up, letting him sleep a bit longer.
But seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock and she herself was hungry, Andrew showed no signs of waking up.
Her cold was basically gone today, and she was counting on Andrew to cook for her.
Finally, Scarlett couldn't resist going over to wake him, "Wake up, stop sleeping, it's already noon."
At first, Scarlett just stood beside Andrew and called out a few times.
However, Andrew showed no reaction, which made Scarlett helplessly reach out and pat him.
Unexpectedly, Andrew simply rolled over and continued sleeping, murmuring, "Sis, don't bother me, let me sleep a little longer."
Scarlett frowned, having lost quite a bit of patience. Facing Andrew's reluctance to get up, she almost wanted to pull him up directly.
"What time is it? Still sleeping?"
"I still have to cook for Professor Scarlett today, I'll get up later."
Hearing this, Scarlett's tightly furrowed brow smoothed out: She didn't expect this Little Thing to still remember cooking for her.
Looking at Andrew tightly clutching his pillow, Scarlett suddenly found him somewhat cute and amusing.
But she still needed to wake him up.
Seeing that patting his body didn't work, Scarlett directly reached out and pulled Andrew up to a sitting position: "Wake up, stop sleeping."
"Hm?"
As he mumbled, Andrew forced his eyes open, looking half-asleep, "Teacher Scarlett, why are you in my room?"
"What time did you sleep last night? How late did you stay up?"
Scarlett looked at Andrew with a cool expression.
Alexa, Andrew's mother, had asked her to look after Andrew, with no other requests, except specifically telling her not to let Andrew stay up too late.
Judging by Andrew's current state, he had stayed up at least until the latter half of the night.
"Last night?"
Andrew vaguely recalled for a moment: "Forgot. Probably quite late."
"You clearly didn't sleep until after midnight. Even if you have no classes this morning, you can't stay up that late; it disrupts your biological clock and harms your body."
"Got it, got it."
Facing Scarlett's words, Andrew, who hadn't fully woken up, treated it as nagging from his mother and replied very perfunctorily.
"You know, yet you still stayed up late?"
Scarlett showed dissatisfaction with Andrew's perfunctory reply and was about to say more.
Just then, Andrew suddenly widened his eyes, frantically looking around. In his panic, he directly grabbed the hand holding Scarlett's phone and hastily checked the time.
"Good, good, only 11 o'clock."
Andrew let out a long sigh of relief, completely unaware that he was still holding Scarlett's hand.
"How long are you going to hold my hand?"
Reminded by Scarlett, Andrew quickly let go. His expression was first startled, then he quickly apologized, "Sorry, Teacher, I didn't mean to."
Scarlett pursed her lips helplessly, said nothing, then turned to ask Andrew: "Why were you in such a hurry to check the time?"
"Because I have to deliver something this morning."
"But it's already noon."
"It's fine, as long as it's not past twelve."
Andrew knew that Catherine was probably just getting ready to wake up around this time too.
Although Catherine didn't stay up late, she had a severe habit of lingering in bed; even when awake, she liked to stay in bed.
For a moment, Scarlett was speechless.
After a period of silence, she got up and left Andrew's room, telling him, "Get up and wash up. We'll eat lunch out."
"Didn't you originally want me to cook lunch?"
"You still have to deliver something; you won't have time."
"It's fine, I'll just tell her to wait a bit longer."
Hearing this, Scarlett sternly reprimanded him, "Don't go back on your word once you've made an agreement; that's a very bad habit."
"Actually..."
"Hurry up, don't always drag things out."
"Oh."
Andrew had intended to say that since the person was his sister, it would be fine.
But after Scarlett's reprimand, he dared not say any more.
Scarlett put on her shoes and went downstairs first to start the car, telling Andrew to come down immediately after washing up.
As soon as she pulled the car out of the parking spot, Andrew came down from the staircase, which greatly surprised her.
He was dragging his feet just a moment ago, so how did he suddenly get up, change, and come down?
"Why so fast?"
"Didn't you tell me to hurry up?" Andrew asked back, feeling somewhat bewildered.
"I told you to hurry, but I didn't expect you to be this fast. Did you even wash up?"
"Brushed my teeth and washed my face. Getting up only takes this much time, right?"
Andrew explained doubtfully; he was just reluctant to leave bed, it didn't mean he was slow. Getting up took three minutes at most.
Scarlett was momentarily speechless. After Andrew got into the car, she told him, "Where are you delivering something? Let's eat lunch near there."
"Then let's go to Blackthorn Medical University. I'll find a small restaurant nearby."
"Okay."
Andrew casually located a Darby restaurant shop near the Medical University on the map.
He then sent the location to Catherine, asking her to meet him there too.
When Andrew and Scarlett arrived, Catherine hadn't shown up yet, which was within Andrew's expectations.
After all, Catherine liked to wear light makeup when going out, and with the hot weather, she probably still needed to apply sunscreen and the like.
After Scarlett's order of cold skin noodles arrived at the table, seeing that the person Andrew was meeting hadn't arrived, she couldn't help but ask.
"Who are you waiting for? Why aren't they here yet?"
"Almost here. She is..."
Andrew was halfway through speaking when a clear, silver bell-like voice reached both their ears, "Little Drew, you're finally here! I missed you so much."
Catherine naturally sat down opposite Andrew. Andrew first handed over the athletic shoes he bought, "Your athletic shoes, I bought them for you."
"Hehe, thank you, Little Drew."
Catherine accepted them happily.
Just as Andrew was about to say something to his Older Sister, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Why was there a killing intent? Why did he suddenly feel like death was imminent?