Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: What... exactly happened here last night

Life had always been unpredictable for Xander.

But never in his life had he imagined things would take such a ridiculous turn after Ivy entered it.

And yet here he was in the middle of the night. Sitting on the couch beside her. Holding a game controller like a confused grandfather trying to understand modern technology.

All because Ivy "couldn’t sleep."

The large television screen flashed brightly before them while sounds of explosions and gunfire echoed throughout the room.

Meanwhile, Xander’s game character continued running directly into danger like a man actively seeking death.

"You’re not playing it right, Mr. Emerson," Ivy finally complained from beside him after watching his character walk straight toward the enemy for the fifth time without firing a single bullet.

Xander frowned at the screen. "My gun isn’t working."

Ivy stared at him in disbelief. "It’s not the gun. It’s you."

Xander calmly ignored her insult and pressed random buttons again. On-screen, his character suddenly threw the weapon away entirely.

"...Why did he do that?" he asked seriously, seizing her attention.

Ivy gasped dramatically. "You dropped your gun!"

"I noticed."

"Why would you press that button?"

"How was I supposed to know that button meant suicide?"

Ivy burst into laughter so hard she nearly dropped her own controller.

Xander shot her an unimpressed look while his now unarmed character got attacked immediately.

Game Over.

The words flashed brightly across the screen.

Xander stared at it silently for a few seconds before turning toward Ivy with complete seriousness.

"This game is badly designed."

Ivy laughed even harder. "No, you’re just terrible at it."

"I run multiple companies successfully."

"And yet you lost a fight against digital zombies."

"...They attacked unexpectedly."

"They were literally running at you for thirty seconds!"

Xander frowned again before looking down at the controller in his hand like it had personally betrayed him.

"I don’t understand why there are so many buttons," he now complained, but with a straight face.

Ivy sighed dramatically before scooting closer beside him. "Move," she ordered.

Xander raised a brow but shifted slightly anyway.

"Okay, listen carefully." Ivy pointed at the controller like a strict teacher educating a hopeless student. "This button shoots. This one reloads. This one lets you crouch."

Xander nodded slowly.

"And this?"

"That’s a jump."

"And this?"

"That’s also jump."

"Why are there two jumps?" he frowned.

"I don’t know! Ask the game developers!" Ivy cried in exasperation. Ivy never thought she would be tutoring a grown man, but since she was the one dragging him here, she might as well have some patience.

Xander hummed thoughtfully before pressing another random button.

His character immediately spun in circles and walked directly into a wall.

"..."

Ivy covered her face. "Oh my God..."

"What now?"

"You’re fighting architecture."

Xander looked offended. "It was an accident."

"You just lost another life to a staircase," she pointed out, clearly shocked.

"I’m being sabotaged."

At this point, Ivy physically couldn’t handle watching him struggle anymore.

"Give me that," she muttered before grabbing his controller.

Unfortunately, in her attempt to take it from him, her hand accidentally ended up trapped beneath his. But now fully immersed in the game, she didn’t realize that Xander had gone completely still.

"Look how this works," she said, completely unaware that the man she was talking to had completely zoned out.

It was not until she realized Xander wasn’t responding to any of her words that she paused and looked at him.

"..."

The room suddenly became strangely quiet.

Ivy slowly looked down at Xander and then at their hands overlapping on the controller. If that was not enough, she soon realized how ridiculously close they had somehow gotten without noticing.

Her shoulder was brushing against his chest. One of Xander’s arms rested behind her along the couch. And if she moved even slightly closer—

Ivy’s heartbeat instantly stumbled.

Meanwhile, Xander continued not to move, making him look like a living statue.

For a brief second, neither of them moved.

Neither of them spoke.

Even the game character on-screen stood abandoned in the middle of battle.

Then suddenly a loud explosion from the television startled both of them.

Ivy immediately jumped backward.

Xander quickly leaned away at the same time.

Game Over.

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