Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 455 Don't waste time chatting.

The pinnacle of glory: the competition venue in the exhibition hall of Yuhua Mall in the capital city.

Each registered team entered their waiting area through a special passage and sat down in an area marked with their team number and name.

Cui Mengmeng had He Yu with her earlier, but now He Yu is outside and can't enter the waiting area, so she can only keep talking to Ning Yao to relieve her nervousness.

"Stop nagging, it's driving me crazy." Ning Yao glanced at Cui Mengmeng, feeling an urge to stuff a cloth into her mouth.

Cui Mengmeng was completely at a loss. Seeing a bunch of cameras pointed at her all around, she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.

"Aren't you nervous at all?" Cui Mengmeng tugged at Ning Yao's arm, leaned closer, and pouted.

Wen Tingye, standing to the side, silently swept his deep eyes over Cui Mengmeng's hand, his brows furrowing in displeasure.

But the person involved didn't realize it at all and continued to cling to Ning Yao, getting even closer.

"Do you think I, an actress, would be nervous about cameras and being watched by people?" The young woman's voice was exceptionally clear. Such a voice, once heard, felt like being cleansed by spring water, washing away impurities and distractions, and was very soothing.

After speaking, Ning Yao's gaze fell indifferently on the phone in front of her.

This is the mobile phone equipment provided by the official team, including a series of auxiliary tools such as finger sleeves, which is quite thoughtful.

Thinking that all of this was organized by her son's company team, Ning Yao smiled with pride, her smile particularly sweet.

She took out her phone, quickly found Ning Chen in her WeChat list, and sent a message by pressing her fingertip on the screen.

“That’s true. You’re used to it. You and A-Jue have both acted before and faced many cameras.” Cui Mengmeng didn’t notice Ning Yao picking up her phone. She turned her head and put her hand on Ning Yao’s shoulder.

As I was talking, I belatedly realized what I had said.

Of the group of women, it seems that only Guan Ying and her profession are similar in nature; both are behind-the-scenes workers.

Cui Mengmeng's attention instantly shifted to Guan Ying, and she began to mutter to Guan Ying, trying to find someone who shared her feelings.

However, Guan Ying was also a cold person, and only responded to Cui Mengmeng's nervousness with the interjection "hmm".

So Cui Mengmeng had no choice but to give up; she wouldn't be able to find a teammate who shared her emotions today.

Sigh, I'm so lonely and cold...

On the other side, Ning Chen, the organizer of the game company, personally arrived at the scene. Dressed in a high-end custom-made black suit, he stood tall and straight at the back of the stage, occasionally glancing sideways towards the waiting room of the competition, searching for that familiar tall figure.

The main reason he came today was to watch his mother's match.

Other miscellaneous matters concerning the event are handled by specialists, so he, the big boss of the game company, doesn't need to worry about them.

As he was looking at it, Ning Chen's phone vibrated. He took out his phone with one hand and saw it was a special message notification.

Mom: [The venue setup for this competition was great, and the logistics and everything else were handled very well. My son, you're amazing! Mom is so proud of you!]

Upon seeing the message, Ning Chen's usually cold and indifferent face suddenly stirred, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a charming smile.

He immediately replied to Ning Yao with a simple message: "Thank you, Mom."

At the same time, Ning Chen looked up at Ning Yao, who was in disguise, and their eyes met. The two exchanged knowing smiles.

This scene was captured by the cameraman and broadcast live, then projected onto the big screen at the competition venue.

Ning Chen looked at Ning Yao in the waiting room from below the stage, while the audience below watched him excitedly on the big screen in front of the stage.

"Wow, he's so handsome! I heard that Ning Chen is a genius in the hacking world. He created the game 'Glory Peak' by writing all the code himself. He's amazing! Not only is he handsome, but he also writes excellent code and has won many awards."

“I know him. I follow him on Weibo. I heard he already has a girlfriend.”

"Can programmers even have girlfriends? I doubt it would last long. Sister, do you think I have a chance to pursue him?"

"There's no chance now. Didn't you notice he kept looking towards the waiting area? I bet his girlfriend is in that waiting area."

"No way, he really has a girlfriend?"

"Look at him, when has he ever smiled since he came in? Just now, he looked in the direction of the waiting hall and smiled. His smile was so captivating! This usually stern and unsmiling ice prince suddenly smiled like that, and my soul was almost sucked away by him!"

"A guy like that must have a lot of suitors. Being his girlfriend wouldn't be reassuring; you'd always worry that someone else would snatch him away someday. Besides, rich women love guys like that who are clean-cut and capable..."

"Ah Chen wouldn't like a rich woman. He can start from scratch and become a self-made millionaire. He's a genius!"

The audience below kept murmuring, but Ning Chen, who was being praised, couldn't hear a word of it, his mind was only on the WeChat message his mother had just sent.

Wen Tingye and Ning Yao both came to the competition in disguise to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Both of them were born with good looks, so even if they were deliberately made to look ugly, they wouldn't be hard to spot; they would just be slightly more delicate-looking.

Ning Yao kept her phone in her hand, texting her son who was not far away, chatting casually.

The young woman smiled gently, completely unaware that the man beside her, who was in a low mood, was starting to reek of sourness.

The sourness made the teeth of the team competing next door shudder; they immediately frowned, raised their hands, and quickly covered their cheeks.

The man glanced around, but since his back was to Wen Tingye, he didn't notice the source of his jealousy.

The man whispered to his teammate beside him, "Can you smell something sour? It's like a jar of old vinegar was spilled somewhere nearby. It's making my teeth ache, it's a bit uncomfortable..."

"I didn't think so at first, but now that you mention it, it seems a bit..." The male teammate also felt a pang of jealousy for some reason, picked up the mineral water, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Regardless of the lives of others, Wen Tingye recklessly exuded the sourness of old jealousy.

His hawk-like eyes were fixed on Ning Yao, his gaze so intense it seemed to pierce through her body.

First it was Cui Mengmeng, and now she's chatting with some annoying thing on her phone.

Does this woman even care about her boyfriend?

Are we just going to leave him hanging like this? Is he some kind of human decoration?

Out of consideration for his pride, Wen Tingye did not bring up his unpleasantness to Ning Yao.

After waiting quietly for a minute and realizing that Ning Yao still showed no intention of speaking to him, the man finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"Who are you messaging?" Wen Tingye leaned closer to Ning Yao, his thin lips slightly parted, and uttered a nonchalant question.

"Me? I'm chatting with A-Chen, praising him." Ning Yao's eyes softened even more when she mentioned Ning Chen's name.

"The game is about to start, you should talk to your teammates about tactics instead of wasting time chatting with irrelevant people."

The man suddenly uttered this sentence, his brows furrowing with displeasure.

Especially the last four words, 'wasting time,' were spoken in a particularly deep voice, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.