Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 477: Chapter 477

Bo Jingshen could tell Su Lu was teasing him, so to make her happy, he went along with it, lifting his chin proudly, and said, "Of course, who isn’t an eSports King here? I’ve led an era myself, am I supposed to be proud now?"

Su Lu burst into laughter.

Lin Zeya was walking ahead. His hearing was sharp, probably no worse than Su Lu’s, so he overheard quite a bit of what Bo Jingshen and Su Lu were saying behind him.

He couldn’t help but smile and had originally planned to keep a straight face and pretend he hadn’t heard anything. But now that he heard this conversation, he couldn’t hold back his laughter and said, "Yes, you indeed led an era."

Su Lu laughed even harder, snorting, and turned to look at Bo Jingshen. It didn’t matter to him how shamelessly whimsical or silly he acted in front of Su Lu.

He didn’t care, nor did he think he needed to maintain any sort of dignity in front of her, but it was different with others around.

He had to preserve some of President Bo’s dignity, some of the Bao Jing’s style.

So, at this moment, the situation was somewhat awkward, to be precise, Bo Jingshen felt a little awkward.

He cleared his throat and said, "I was just talking."

Lin Zeya was considerate enough to quickly smooth things over.

He led them inside to take a look around. In the training room, several youngsters were sitting in front of their computers, wearing large headphones and staring at the screens with intense focus. Their movements were meticulous yet agile.

Some were in the midst of a match, while others were training their reaction times and muscle memory, which was extremely tedious.

It was hard to imagine that what others considered mere entertainment, these young people had taken on as a career and were doing so with utmost seriousness.

Even more challenging, monotonous, and tedious than many regular jobs. No matter how much fun something may be, once it becomes a profession, once it involves prescribed tasks, it begins to lose its appeal.

Those who were able to persevere certainly deserved respect. Moreover, considering their young age and their ability to realize their self-worth, they were already much more accomplished than many others.

Someone was sitting on the sofa inside the training room, browsing his phone. Upon seeing Lin Zeya bring people to the door, he stood up. When he saw Bo Jingshen, he paused and then quickly walked over.

"President Bo, what brings you here?" He looked to be in his early twenties, yet he was dressed in the coach’s uniform of the Lie Ying team.

"Just taking some people around for a look," Bo Jingshen said, glancing into the training room, "I hope we’re not disturbing you?"

"Not at all," the man waved his hand and then stared at Su Lu for a while, "Is that... Mr. Su?"

Su Lu smiled at him. Originally, she had thought that if he didn’t recognize her, she would just pretend not to recognize him either, but even after a few years, he still remembered her.

"Xiao Fang, you’ve grown up so much." Su Lu said.

The young man in front of her was a former player on the Lie Ying team, Ying Xi’s teammate, and the youngest in the team who was teased the most and also the most pampered.

Fang Qing scratched his head feeling a bit embarrassed, "Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Mr. Su. You still look so young."

"Not young anymore," Su Lu said as she bent down to pick up Zhao Xiaole, who was very curious, "Xiao Le, call him Brother Xiao Fang."

Fang Qing’s eyes widened in surprise, "Your... your, you have?"

"Right, so you see, not young anymore," Su Lu said with a smile.

Zhao Xiaole obediently called out, "Little Brother Fang." noveldrama

Fang Qing repeatedly waved his hands, "No, no, just call me Uncle, okay? Don’t mix up the generations, Sister Su, aren’t you taking advantage of me here?"

Su Lu smiled with a curve in her lips, "Can’t help it, it’s become a habit. Everyone used to love teasing you, and to think, Little Fang has grown up. Not bad, became a coach?"

Su Lu saw his name tag on his chest, which listed his position as a coach.

Fang Qing sighed, "I didn’t want to be, but I had no choice, I was pushed into it..."

Su Lu and Bo Jingshen understood what he meant when they heard this; why was he pushed into it? It was simple, because Ying Xi threw in the towel and quit.

"Since Sister Su is here, I must personally attend to you," Fang Qing said.

Then he and Lin Zeya both accompanied Su Lu and Bo Jingshen around the base.

Fang Qing knew that Su Lu had never visited since the base had relocated, so he gave a pretty detailed introduction.

"After moving here, the living conditions aren’t as good as the old base. But other things are actually quite nice. Look..." Fang Qing pushed open a door, "Here, there’s even an indoor basketball court."

There was indeed a basketball court inside, and in this warehouse-like building, having an indoor basketball court wasn’t something hard to achieve. Adjacent to the basketball court was a full set of gym equipment, with two neat rows of dumbbells on the rack and a high-spec power rack.

Su Lu pointed to the fitness equipment ahead, "Zhao Xiaole, go have some fun."

Zhao Xiaole shouted excitedly and ran up, heading straight for the round trampoline. Bo Jingshen quickly followed to keep an eye on him, to prevent Zhao Xiaole from falling.

Seeing that they were accompanied by Fang Qing, Lin Zeya prepared to leave, "Mr. Fang, then... then I’ll be going?"

"Where are you off to? Why aren’t you following along with the training? You haven’t forgotten about tomorrow’s training match, have you?" Fang Qing frowned and said.

Su Lu thought to herself that Little Fang really had grown up, taking on the role of a coach and acting the part quite effectively. She still remembered how he used to cry in front of Ying Xi’s sickbed.

Lin Zeya scratched his head, looking somewhat helpless, "My master called me, asked me to deliver something to him."

Upon hearing this, Su Lu thought, oh? Master? That would be Ying Xi, right?

Speaking of which, Su Lu suddenly remembered Bo Jingshen’s daughter, Jiang Li, wondering how she was doing.

She and Bo Jingshen had put too much faith in Ying Xi, after all, Ying Xi had spoiled Jiang Li too much over the years, and they were quite relaxed about it.

It was only upon hearing Lin Zeya’s words that Su Lu belatedly realized, ah yes, the red eggs hadn’t even been delivered yet.

Su Lu couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong with Xiao Xi?"

Of course, Lin Zeya wouldn’t casually tell others about his master’s condition, as he greatly admired Ying Xi.

So Su Lu then looked towards Fang Qing, and Fang Qing asked Lin Zeya again, "What’s wrong with Ying Xi?"

Lin Zeya let out a slight sigh, "Don’t know?" There was a lingering concern in his expression, and after a moment’s thought, he still said, "Not sure if he’s injured himself or is sick, but he just called me, asking me to bring some anti-inflammatory ointment and fever-reducing medicine to him."

Fang Qing also deeply respected Ying Xi, and upon hearing this, he said, "Is that so? Then you better hurry up and take it to him, don’t delay here. Get it delivered quickly and come back to train."

Su Lu: "..."