Her younger sister put out a call for a match on the world channel: “Looking for a husband for my big sister: beautiful, sweet-voiced, and absolutely hopeless at the game!” Su Niannian was mortified on the spot.
“Like she’d ever be good enough for him!” the number-one player’s biggest fangirl jeered in public.
The next second, the top player himself sent her a friend request: “I’m from the Imperial Capital.”
He was Chang’an Old Tales: vice leader of the Shanhe Alliance, administrator of the Three Realms, and the decisive number-one commander on the server. She was Niannian Never Forget: an obscure seal-class player whose spells never quite landed straight, and whose one real talent was remembering everyone’s birthday.
The whole server waited for her to get her comeuppance, certain the top player would dump her once the novelty wore off.
Then, in the decisive battle tournament finals, he handed her the one sealing spell that had the whole arena holding its breath. “He’s yours.” Beneath her dorm, he laid out ninety-nine candles in a heart and said, “Niannian, from the game to the rest of our lives, it’s always going to be you.”
The joke the whole server was waiting for became the couple everyone shipped.
